I dunno

I realize I haven't posted since whatever, but you know...whatever. Maybe a stream of consciousness is in order....
Or maybe not. Words words words...have you ever heard. everybody knows you pay for what you get...#34...What happens under the gray sky?....10,000 years and we still have sharp things that poke at our balloons (to quote my sister)....Blood on your hands is either love or hate. Be still and know...be still and know, be still and know...that Godisnowhere. God is nowhere? No, God is Now Here.
I'm keeping people off of the old compy. That's okay, though. One of these days I may post some poetry, but I have a rather small amount of it at my disposal.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, it slowly rises...your love is gonna drown.--DCFC
I'm sorry for the necessity, but I can't have this now.

Since when was Lent a time for sorrow? Let's grow ourselves and become something.

Sorry that this post was so random. Don't read too much into any of it. It was just me grabbing random stuff out of my brain and going SPLAT with it. Rather fun.