i havent written in a while it seems. not empty just uninspired. today was heading south, boring with a few speedbumps. 4:30 comes and the days becomes wonderfully wonderfull. restoration is sweet, honey is no match for its sweetness. God (three small, empty letters cant embody your love, life, judgement, righteousness, glory, beauty, provision and care for my torrid soul) of all that is, you satisfy my thirst and paining hunger in this you are magnified. a heart is no match for your ever mending ways and for this i am glad in you.
there is a posibility i may be moving to a different coffee shop. if...higher pay and more hours are in the deal. if i am able to save 300 dollars every month that would be amazine. june comes quickly.
has truth defied me too?
a coat hangs over the wicker chairs left shoulder.
stay if you will.
the ceilings yellow paint discusses my nose with feigning innoncence!
climactic, the penguins taunting quip cuts me deep.
sincerely i return, to you, to me. from now, to them.
buffalo bill will not come home.
huh? all seriousness dissolved to hillarity. bye.
adam
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You know, Adam, Restoration IS sweet. Sometimes it is so bitter-sweet it makes me cry. I am seeing the budding of that here in the Natch of late. It is, in this case, like finding a ring you thought went down the drain, and had learned to live without. How can I help you prepare for June? God blesses lavishly. I'm sometimes left shaking my head at His provision. Now, those are truly random thoughts.
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