Notebook Chicken Scratch

We are fluid, but we talk as if we were states.

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There is something so cathartic in knowing we can runaway at any time. 

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I like listening to little girls discussing religion on the playground.

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This is for the parts of us we can see and speak to, but they cannot hear nor speak to us. All in an effort to get through.

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I think indirectly we create. Some guy’s cheesy destroyer of worlds tattoo quoted on his chest seems so embarrassing because he’s a lawyer not a nuclear physicist but then some girl he dates gets a job at a nuclear reactor company because of something off handed comment he said about how boring her life seems. It’s so silly and so unintentional but our ability to influence the world around us is there. That’s why I think love is important because you’re giving energy to the army around you that’s going to end up carrying out your dreams. We want to be the ones to do it, feel in control, but we can’t. We have to just have faith in our army.

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I never felt love until I left, and leaving is so hard.

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There, in the arena of candid speak and cold gaze, we unleashed our realities for battle. Let them fight!

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Why are you afraid of me?

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First, I put on my outfit. Then, I put on my imaginary one. First, you’ll see your god. Then, you’ll see all the gods.

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You and I are the same. We were knocked out of Natural. And don’t worry about all you’ve worked toward through careful calculation. It was all in an effort to get back to Natural.

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❤️ Hold it…

Hold it…❤️

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The things that held you is where you start

Did you know we don’t make good art, no one ever makes those art, we make the thing that heals us. Nothing more.

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I went to see sharks but sharks stayed away. 

Instead I saw three humpback whales. Two males fighting over a female.

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He threw me across the room. I laid somewhat beaten on the floor. He looked at the mess before him. Then he looked desperately toward the sky and cried, “Allah, I have failed you.” In my confused and disoriented state, I immediately yelled back “what are you talking about? I am your God!”

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I fall asleep with three men in my bed

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you won’t know what you’ll do, what you’ll really do, until you’re just on the precipice of touching it whatever it is. Then you’ll find out who you are

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Don’t suffer under endless contemplation

The truth is simply whatever offers you the most peace. 

Know only this and that who you think you are/what you created as an identity is much uglier than who you actually are.