An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Dec 23, 2007

you know,

i usually like to start blogging with a blasphemy, or by stating how i've managed to bed two guys in the same night, or how i've lifted some killer makeup from WalMart. oh well. i'm posting to say that not only am i nice and unscrewed, but i'm fasting, as well.

yeah, i know that i don't even read the Bible enough to understand the reasoning behind such a move, but i promise that i've thought it all through and am at a sincere dedication at this moment in Time. instead of uselessly crying all of the time (because everybody does indeed hurt, REM; slap it on in refrain).i can actually be a little proactive and productive in my sadness. it's an escape, at least. if i focus all of my thoughts and intentions on a different plane, a religious one where the mundane stuff fails to have affect, then i am free from the pain that i felt yesterday and i even get to honor God in the process!

i only have one God and i refuse to serve anything else on this earth with all of my heart, which frankly means fuck L. and even N. if i refuse to take food in my mouth, i'm humbling myself and demonstrating how detached i am willing to be from the world to have peace from God.

isn't it beautiful?
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"Lord Thou pluckest burning."

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