A Bombastic Adolescent Bohemian

eight different directions.

I am Factory.
I am Vanguard.
I am Vision, embodying Volume.
I am Window.
Cage. I am Cage. I am in a cage. I am a cage.
I am Vision because I am Cage.
I am Window as I am Cage; Factory, Volume, Vanguard.

Earth behaving as water.
Hot spring.
Hiding from this warm and generous host.
There is shelter and comfort should you seek it.
Something, something.
Something. Someone.
A person; steadfast, domestic.
Hiding from stability in any setting.

She is Cage; Steadfast, Domestic, Volume.

this is one of the most flowery hellstorms of saint of the day entries i’ve ever come across:
Saint. Narcisuss, he did pray fervently, and oh, how we should all vie to sublimate to the ONE desire of sanctification.
ONE, with no diversity.

Homogenize This! -that’s what i say.

“If we truly respect the church as the immaculate spouse of our Lord, we will incessantly pray for its exaltation and increase, and beseech the Almighty to give it pastors according to his own heart, like those who appeared in the infancy of Christianity. And, that no obstacle on our part may prevent the happy effects of their zeal, we should study to regulate our conduct by the holy maxims which they inculcate, we should regard them as the ministers of Christ; we should listen to them with docility and attention; we should make their faith the rule of ours, and shut our ears against the language of profane novelty. O! that we could once more see a return of those happy days when the pastor and the people had but one heart and one soul; when there was no diversity in our belief; when the faithful seemed only to vie with each other in their submission to the church, and in their desire of sanctification.”

canada is bigger than you

Just when you think you finally got it made -Joni Mitchell

…round and round and round in the circle game

simply a matter of work

i said 474.70 right?

actually that makes it 374.70