kay... no one did it last time, not even me. but i will this time. here is the deal. set a timer or look at the clock for seven minutes.. clear your mind... totally...and during that time, write down all your thoughts here unless they are too personal.
i see the bloody faces lifed to the sky do you want to run to a future left behind seperation where there shoudl be love okay, no more music talk im tense. did i spell that right? i dont know... i feel okay but im tense and dan pissed me off tonight. i guess that is normal but it still makes me mad. i had to go punch a pillow a little bit ago... if i was him, i just would have broken the monitor or tv. i remember asking why i hate this fucking country. i hate people. yet i love them. i just hate society. i remember asking why. i wish i still played the flute. i was so good. piccolos sound great. my nose is itchy. im so angry. i dont like how anger gets the best of me. i wish i had xanax, but i know that is the wrong answer. destress. without. calm. why have i been such a fuck up? why do i dwell? i had fun today. i was supposed to go to jess's bday dinner tomorrow but i gotta work. blah. least i get to sleep in. ahhh music flutes, piccolos dork i love rubber bands i remember asking why ahhhh yeah love is it real or just chemical? choice or not? why fuck....i do love dan im just angry i cant wait to see the ocean i hate half of the people on here damn judges no nooooo *beat* open up your eyes dan told me i cant sing well tonight i told him to sing fucker, im not trying to be a pro. i just sing sing sing sing i love it fuck it let it rain i love beer bye seven mins. over
my back hurts..i think i pulled a muscle i miss my boyfriend. why did he leave me? my pink hat looks really fuzzy. i miss my cats i miss my mom i can't wait for my family to come visit me dammit, i have to go to court next week i hope it doesn't cost alot i want to get out of this office but i dont' wanna go home i wish i was at the beach my back hurts real bad my eyes are stinging why's it so busy on a thursday night? i wonder if i'll see my (ex) bf tonight... i've been dumped three times this season..owch i want to take a bubble bath i miss otis (my old kitty) i hate answering these phones i wish i had time to snowboard i work too much ok, im going to go now...
i started to, but it ended with 'kai! get off the back of the couch!! shit, i gotta go fold laundry."
my housemate is playing shine on you crazy diamond by pink floyd. it sounds good to me ive been itchy lately, i wonder why. i hate being itchy. i think im allergic to my dryer sheets. damn bounce i dont feel like studying for a quiz tonight. that sucks. especially when its just memorizing laws.. boriiingggg.. oh well. i guuess i have to do it matt just interrupted my seven minutes. he had a beer. maybe i shoudl have a beer too? well.. no. not yet. someone is making food and it smells really good.. like tacos. mmm... tacos. my new ratties are so cute. they just snuggle all day. maybe i itch cause i have 4 rats. i need to bring my stereo in to my new room cause its annoying not being able to listen to music. i wish my check would come so i wasnt broke. i need to buy rat bedding and a filter for the fish tank. im glad i kicked ass on my botany quiz today. that was cool. botany is rad. eating cheese in lab was rad, too. i wish i had a big microscope. i would make slides of everything. kung-pao tofu is the shit! pippin my rattie looks cute when he eats.. like a little blob with ears i want to go play with the ferrets and eat tacos 7 MIN UP!
If the divinity is true it is terribly revolutionary. That a good man may have his back to the wall is no more than we knew already; but that God could have His back to the wall is a boast for all insurgents for ever. Christianity is the only religion on earth that has felt that omnipotence made God incomplete. Christianity alone has felt that God, to be wholly God, must have been a rebel as well as a king. Alone of all creeds, Christianity has added courage to the virtues of the Creator. For the only courage worth calling courage must necessarily mean that the soul passes a breaking point – and does not break. In this indeed I approach a matter more dark and awful than it is easy to discuss; and I apologize in advance if any of my phrases fall wrong or seem irreverent touching a matter which the greatest saints and thinkers have justly feared to approach. But in that terrific tale of the Passion there is a distinct emotional suggestion that the author of all things (in some unthinkable way) went not only through agony, but through doubt. It is written, “Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.” No; but the Lord thy God may tempt Himself; and it seems as if this was what happened in Gethsemane. In a garden Satan tempted man: and in a garden God tempted God. He passed in some superhuman manner through our human horror of pessimism. When the world shook and the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God. And now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds and a god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence and of unalterable power. They will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. Nay, (the matter grows too difficult for human speech) but let the atheists themselves choose a god. They will find only one divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only one religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist.