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A Piece of Me Has Died
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Monday, June 30, 2003

It would be nice to blackout

I would like nothing more than to be able to go to sleep right this second. But, I will have to wait awhile. I have spent most of yesterday and today moving into my new apartment and out of my old one. I'm supposed to be out by...today. Donna has been the most help. Today my parents came down with the truck. In preparation I got all the furniture moved outside.

Something about that house makes me breakout all over. On top of that, it was way too hot. I've never sweat so much in my entire life. Then it rained. Nothing was damaged. However, it was disappointing. I'd rather be sweaty than soggy. The goal, of course, was to recieve the $75 deposit back in full. We rushed to get everthing spic-n-span before 5 o'clock. At 1:30 my parents arrived. I had wanted them to wait until 2, but parents never listen. Besides, since it was raining, their early arrival worked out nicely.

We hauled two truckloads of furniture over to Donna's new apartment. Then we hauled a truckload over to my new place of residence, Graceland Manor #704. It was good to see my folks. I told my dad that speed bumps and mud are two things that just suck. I suggested the world would be a better place if we could do away with them. By 3:00 they were on the way home with only a mini-fridge, a chair and an area rug.

The job still wasn't finished but we were. Well, it felt that way. With only hope to hold us, we drove up to the housing authority with one wish in mind. I asked if it would be alright if I turned the key in tomorrow. They okayed that. Donna and I made a motion to take a nice long break, to get a late lunch and a change of clothes. Meanwhile, we fell to sleep watching a movie.

I felt even sicker when I woke up. I wouldn't be surprised if it were pneumonia. I'm supposed to be writing a letter of recommendation for a friend. I was stuck on the fourth sentence for the longest time. I want nothing more than to go to sleep. I regret that I have spent little to no time in prayer and bible study this week. I also regret that I'm behind in my summer class. It's over Thursday. No more classes til August. But all I can think about is how miserable I feel...nevermind everthing I have to do.

posted by Chase at 11:19 PM

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Friday, June 27, 2003

Hey Good Lookin’, Whatcha Got Cookin’?

Ahoy lads and gals, how it be? I am dandy here. I had a delightful lunch with a good friend named Stephanie Herres (pronounced Harris) at the local Chili’s. We talked a lot about some good and bad things that were happening around us. She is actually one of the few friends that I can go a whole month without talking to, but then whenever we start talking again, we can pick up right where we left off. That’s a great quality to have in a friend. Much like Justin, I am getting rather frustrated with being a bum. I had a job interview at Life Management Center last week and I have an [annoyingly rescheduled] interview next Tuesday at Sunland Center. Please pray for my about my job situation. Last night, I wrote a song for the first time in a while. It was fun, hope you like. It’s about a friend…


1,185 Days & Counting

(Verse 1)

I pulled out an old calendar
Marred & marked with days
Old things brought back
Some good & bad memories
This is one about you:

I counted old days
Recalling several things
Happy & sad times
Working through some pain
Don’t be scared, everything is okay

(Chorus)

I knew it could never work
I knew it would never be
When you said to me
It’s too hot in Florida

But, now I can move on
To put the past behind me
Believing everything—
When you said,
“This could be the only way”

(Verse 2)

It’s been so long
To say anything
Clinging to substance
Waiting for the right time
Waiting to enhance this

Bleeding faster than the rest
Foretelling the future
Of failures & hopes
No success stories here
Just an account of all the fears

(Chorus)

I knew it could never work
I knew it would never be
When you said to me
It’s too hot in Florida

But, now I can move on
To put the past behind me
Believing everything—
When you said,
“This could be the only way”

(Verse 3)

I think a lot
Mostly talking to myself
Rewording past conversations
Reworking the envy
Just trying to figure out everything

But, I cannot help it
These thoughts still remain
When I think of the northeast
Or think about past memories
You are there the most

(Chorus)

I knew it could never work
I knew it would never be
When you said to me
It’s too hot in Florida

But, now I can move on
To put the past behind me
Believing everything—
When you said,
“This could be the only way”

(Bridge)

I think I’m done
I think I’ve lost
I think I should just lay low
But, I’m reminded of you wherever I go

Seeing red cars
Seeing puppy dogs
Seeing my life for all it’s worth
Seeing someone who helped bring it forth

(Chorus)

I knew it could never work
I knew it would never be
When you said to me
It’s too hot in Florida

But, now I can move on
To put the past behind me
Believing everything—
When you said,
“This could be the only way”

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Thursday, June 26, 2003

The Birthday Song

This was my revelation last night. But, due to Blogger being very queer, I didn’t get to post it until today:

Normally, I would avoid such a blatant post. However, since I usually participate in anything unabashed, I will inform you—twenty-three years ago today, June 25th, at 7:56 A.M. I was born. I used to love my birthday. Yet, today has been just another day of aggravations. With that being said, I believe I have come across my first birthday that represents very little and basically indicates that I am just getting older. I think I am officially an adult now. It had to happen sometime I guess...

"And that's about the time she walked away from me. Nobody likes you when your 23. And you still act like you're in freshman year. What the hell is wrong with me? My friends say I should act my age. What's my age again?" Blink 182, What’s My Age Again, from the album Enema of The State.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2003

New Car, New Music, and Maybe New Job??

Things seem to be going very well for me. I drove to my mom's house on Thursday to get my brother's old car. As you know my car has been having some bad problems, but God blessed me with this other car and it runs alot better than my Geo. Its a 1990 Oldsmobile Cutlass, and the A/C works! So I am very happy. I may have a job at Amsouth bank in Dothan, so please pray that I will get it. I really need a job badly. This job pays $15 an hour, which is an incredible hourly wage for a guy used to $6.00. I had to take this test, and if I pass it then I will get an interview. So I am very anxious to know if I passed. So keep me in your prayers.

Speaking of prayer requests, tonight some friends and myself are going to need your prayers. I cannot reveal the reasons yet, so consider it an unspoken request. Just lift us up tonight, we would be grateful.


Shifting gears a bit now. I have been listening to alot of music lately. I found this band I am in love with now. The band is called Copeland, and their album is called Beneath Medicine Tree. Its a amazing cd. Go to MP3.com and look for them, they have a few songs on there. Or you can just take my word for it, and go out and buy the cd.
My brother's band Capitol Speedway entered a Battle of the Bands in Tallahassee on Friday night, and they won. I talked to Caleb that afternoon and he knew that there were alot of really talented bands playing, so he didnt think they would win. However God blessed them and allowed them to win. So they play again in October and there will be a bunch of record execs there. So if all goes well, they could be seeing some studio time in the future. So I am really happy for them and I hope they get their break.

Well thats it from the homefront. I will return again soon I promise.

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Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Always The Bridesmaid, Never The Bride

Actually, this is the first time I have ever been a groomsmen and I’m not really ready to be the groom, so my title for this post is mostly cliche. Sorry folks for all of the delays in an actual post here. Last time we left off, Chase and I had traveled to Dothan and we both had some food, some good talks, but we got home far too late. I went to bed that Thursday night/Friday morning at 3:00 A.M.. I then got up at 5:45 A.M. to drive to Jacksonville because my former roommate of two years, Michael “Milks” Miller was getting married to Leah Keen. So, I set off on my four hour long drive and made it there by 11:30 A.M. After an hour of just sitting around and meeting some of the random family members that were there, we set out for our “bachelor party”. We took Michael to Chuck E Cheese’s. It was a very reminiscent and almost boyishly fun-filled time. Mike’s parents paid for it and we got a lot of tokens for games. Pizza, games, and a mouse that fronts a band, what more could a single guy on his last night of freedom want?

After the invigorating times we spent together in a room for two years, an afternoon at a childhood-favorite establishment, Mike and I went to the mall one last time together, both single, to pick up my tuxedo. I tried it on and it fit well. And, I looked good. I am in no way boasting. I was just so excited that this tux made me look good because I usually don’t like my appearance, especially in dress clothes, and more particularly in a ninety dollar rental (however, I got mine free). We then headed back to the hotel and then off to the wedding rehearsal. We arrived late after getting stuck in 5 o’clock Jacksonville traffic. We were met at the church by some of the families of both bride and groom, the Presbyterian minister, the other groomsmen, bridesmaids and the bride herself. The rehearsal went well, except the minister was very snippy and got on my nerves quite a bit. He just didn’t seem very pleasant and from some things Mike told me about his own personal encounters with the minister, he won’t be one of my top picks to marry me. The rehearsal dinner was an English theme and we listen to the Beatles’ songs be preformed by an orchestra (on CD). Afterward, Andy Hunter (a BCFer and usher), Mike, and myself played with the drums, bass guitar, and piano and just had an amateur jam session, with each of us having little knowledge of the instruments we were playing, but plenty of songs in our repertoire to sing happily along to. Back at the hotel, Mike, his Mom, Dad, cousin, and I just hung out chatting. I was supposed to stay at Andy’s house, but when I drove over there, the door was locked. I knocked on the door for about five minutes, but there was no answer. So, I hurriedly drove back over to the motel and knocked on The Miller’s door. Luckily, Jonathan (Michael’s brother) was still up and let me sleep on their floor. We had an early 5:00 A.M. wake up call in the particular annoyance of the fire alarm going off. We went outside for about thirty minutes and then allowed to go back inside. Needless to say, much like my previous amount, the night’s sleep wasn’t all that long, refreshing, or reenergizing.

June 21st was the big day and we started it off with a nice continental breakfast. We got all dolled up and headed over to the church for pictures around noon. After an hour and 30 minutes pictures, we were starting to get ready. I had to walk Leah’s Grandma and Grandpa down the aisle, then head over to the side door to walk in with the other groomsmen and Milks. The wedding was really nice, however it was long. It lasted at least one hour, but probably a few minutes longer. Which was fine, except my feet killed me and it was hot underneath the very bright lights. Plus, I was behind Earl (Mike’s cousin), who is taller than me, so I didn’t seem much of the wedding. The wedding went off without a problem and Michael and Leah Miller were hitched. After another hour of pictures we were ready to be announced into the reception. I actually got to sit down while the pictures were going on. Besides Melodye Brown (another BCFer and the only other non-related member of the wedding party), I just sat there for most of it. While in the reception, Jonathan (best man and Mike’s brother), Earl (groomsmen and Mike’s cousin), and I started messing up the car they were going to drive off in. We put packing popcorn in all of the floorboards and filled it up to the tops of the seats (front and back). We wrote all over the windows, stuck some bullet-shattering glass decals on the windows. Also, we filled it with balloons with special messages on them. Jonathan stuck a whistle on the exhaust pipe so when he accelerated, a loud pitched whistle noise came out. Tied Mountain Dew cans to the back and put toilet paper on the windows. It was done up pretty well, if I do say so. Chase and Donna also came and got to witness them drive off. After we cleaned up the church, I headed to dinner with my adopted parents, the Millers, for the evening. Later that night, Michael’s cousins and I just played Jeopardy on Nintendo 64. I woke up Sunday morning and drove into Melbourne. This is so long, so I’m going to go for now. However, if I had to pick a song, to sing and play at my wedding for my whomever my bride is, it would be The Long And Winding Road by The Beatles. Here’s why:
"The wild and windy night that the rain washed away, has left a pool of tears crying for the day. Why leave me standing here, let me know the way. Many times I’ve been alone and many times I’ve cried, Anyway you’ll never know the many ways I’ve tried, but Still they lead me back to the long and winding road."

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The Pen is Mightier than The Sword
I feel like writing. A voice in my head told me I should. Was it God? The Devil? Jeff? Justin? I don't know. Acting on what this voice tells me is probably not advisable. I should probably do a background check and pray for discernment, but I'm lazy and a tad bit spiritually unhealthy.

Besides, what harm has writing ever caused? "Oh, but what about Mein Kampf or the Communist Manifesto or 'professional wrestling'?", you ask. Well, contrary to what the public educational system would have you believe, every word from every one of these and others like them were first spoken into a microcassette recorder, only later being transcribed to print. A minor detail? I think not.

Second only to the heart, the voice is most decietful. Spoken word poetry has grown a lot in popularity, but that doesn't make it right. The human voice carries with it all the evils of the world. Just hearing it is sin.

Anyway, back to my point. Direct brain-to-print writing has never really hurt anyone. So, onward I write. It's okay to act on this impulse. It don't matter if its mindless garble or conviction of the greatest depth, its healthy just to tap those keys. It even helps others...and the more dribble the better.

Maybe I should re-think this post, maybe not. Either way, who cares, just reading words becoming sentences in their magical way, will sweep anyone right up into the arms of inspiration.


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Thursday, June 19, 2003

The List

Two songs have been in my head consistently for the past month:

"Theme from the Dukes of Hazzard (Good ol' Boys)" by Waylon Jennings
"The Man in Me" by Bob Dylan off the album, New Morning

These are both sure fire placements in my not-yet created top 100 list.

The first is a fun filled tune that seems to me to be about depravity.


Just two good old boys, never meaning no harm
Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born

Straightening the curves, flattening the hills
Well someday the mountain might get 'em but the law never will

Making their way, the only way they know how
That's just a little bit more than the law will allow

Just two good ol' boys, wouldn't change if they could
They're fighting the system like two modern-day Robin Hoods


The second, I first heard on "The Big Lebowski". From there I downloaded it, still somehow unaware that it was Dylan. Now I've learned and well, I believe it is my favorite tune of his.

Of course, I said that before of "Most of the Time" off of Oh Mercy!, which I first discovered from "High Fidelity". Eh, Who knows? The trials I go through to create these lists.

So I'm not sure if I'll get New Morning or the double LP Blonde on Blonde as my next Dylan pick, but I'll be getting another soon.

Also, I'm going to start trying to get into Waylon a bit more. Everyone loves the outlaw.

For a good time download these fun family favorites.

I'm going with Jeffrey G. to Dothan now. Peace out.

posted by Chase at 8:06 PM

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Wednesday, June 18, 2003

My Favorite Arminian

Sometime back, I was reading online that June is the month that John Wesley was born. Now, for the life of me, I cannot remember what day that is. So, just because he and I share the same birth month, I thought it would be nice to learn a little bit about my favorite anti-Calvinite and one of the founders of the Methodist church. Apparently, Christian History Magazine agrees:

1738 John Wesley visits Herrnhut

1739 Whitefield begins preaching outdoors, makes first trip to America

1740 Methodists break with Moravians in London, begin meeting at the Foundery

1741 Calvinist/Arminian debate between Whitefield and John Wesley; Thomas Maxfield, a layman, begins preaching without permission

1743 John Wesley issues An Earnest Appeal to Men of Reason and Religion, an apologetic for Methodism

1744 First Methodist annual conference


While I cannot stand Christianity Today (the publisher), I love Christian History Magazine. I think it is relevant and helpful to know the history of the church fathers. And, most importantly, it is vital to remember what they taught—the hope through salvation that Jesus Christ brought. No matter what branch of theology Whitefield and Wesley subscribed to, they presented the gospel to anyone who would listen, much like we ought to be doing everyday of our lives. We can learn a lot about the future, by just looking at the past.

With Love From Apartment # 8

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Monday, June 16, 2003

Too Lazy To Write

Notable Music Moment:

Did you realize that the majority of artists, bands, and entertainers in the world release more work, art, and/or product posthumously, than during their actual careers?

posted by Jeff Watkins at 2:36 AM

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Friday, June 13, 2003

Too lazy to think of a title.....but read it anyways


Its Friday night again. I am doing alot better than I was the other day. The situation has not changed, well except for the fact that I located my cds. ( Its going to be a Billy Joel night very soon I think) I have started working on a screenplay recently. Mind you I am not very far along, but every saga has a beginning right? Pretty much movies and music has been my company this week, since I have been at my apartment alot. Jeff and I spent some time together the other day, had pizza, and ventured here and there. It was fun.

Fridays always seem to make us single guys get down about being single. I am sure you girls feel a bit lonely as well, and believe me, my sympathy is with you. Well as you know, Jeff and I are single,so you girls should really look us up sometime. Jeff likes long walks on the beach and snow peas. I enjoy late night phone conversations and soup. Jeff has short hair, whereas mine is sholder length. Jeff thinks in a past life he was Ghandi. I think I was Napoleon. Which is funny since one was a pacifist, and well the other, RULED THE FREAKING WORLD!! Well....sorta.
We both have our own apartments. We both blog for this really awesome website. We both love Jesus. We both can fly. ( ok, so I am making SOME of this up). Jeff has a car that works, and Justin....well lets not go there. We both like cake, although Jeff is talking about the food and I am talking about the band. Jeff graduated from college, and I am still considering schools. Also, Jeff and I are best friends, which to me is pretty important. So ladies, well at least two of you anyways, start preparing yourself to be swept off your feet. Its going to be a wild and crazy ride, well to the "lucky" one who ends up with me anyways. So I hope you girls are prepared, since we arent.

I am sure a more heartfelt post will be in order, when I am more heartfelt. God bless.

posted by Justin at 6:30 PM

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What I Want You To Know

I wanted to write tonight
A brilliant masterpiece ensued
However, at the sight of you I became unglued

Pity, the shame of the year
Fleeting lips and floating hopes
My art worked a new ear, but now it just mopes

The cold slivering feeling of being alone
Embraced by an already calloused heart
Telling stories over the phone seemed smart

You look away at any given moment
Just to see my eyes scurry on
We owned the story, but now it’s gone

That property right was just sold
Beckoning for reasoning we knew
If we were bread, it’s old, moldy, and fungus has just grew

My only joy to leave is what I chase
Taking the chance to stay goodbye
At this pace, I’ll never again say hi

posted by Jeff Watkins at 1:11 AM

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Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Not Later Than Usual

What's up? Not much on my end of the blogsphere. I'm still trying to find a j-o-b, not much luck thus far. I hope everyone is doing well. For all our friends with blogs, don't fret. We will have the links back up shortly. We got moved over to the new Blogger Basic today. So, it's looks a bit different around the posting world. I would like to ask a favor from anyone who might read this. If it were at all possible, would you mind praying for this job situation and me? This next year is going to be devoted to paying off my debt. And I can't exactly do that without a job. I trust God and I turn it over to him. Yet, in the back of my mind I still worry and I still wonder. So, I basically don't act like God is in control. I'm praying about that for myself as well. I believe it and proclaim it, yet I don’t really practice it. Also, I have another auction on Ebay. If you are a fan of The Duke, please check out my auction. I have 15 John Wayne tapes (different ones) for a starting bid of $5.00. It's a good deal and it would help me to be able to pay the bills this month. That's it for now. Stay tuned, more to come...

"There are places I remember. All my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain. All these places had their moments, with lovers and friends I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living. In my life I’ve loved them all." The Beatles, "In My Life", from the album Rubber Soul.

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Sunday, June 08, 2003

Stuck In a Moment (and You Cant Get Out of It)

Sometimes I feel like I should just give up on life. It has just been one of those days where I find everything frustrating. For starters, I lost a little cd case, with about 20 cds in it. Most of them were all burnt copies, but I also had my 4 disc Billy Joel hits collection in there as well. I am really going to miss that.....alot. If anyone has a spare copy of that boxed set, I could give you my address!

I have heard nothing from the few " promising" job opportunities that I had. So I seem to be losing all hope of finding anything around here, and I have nowhere else to go. On top of that...I have having severe car problems. Its just slowly dying. I thought it was a battery problem, so I got a new battery. Well that wasnt it. So there went $45 down the drain. So now my car is sitting in my driveway collecting dust. Sometimes I just wanna cry.

I dont just want a simple 40 hour a week job at a gas station or a grocery store (although I have applied at both). I want to actually get something related to an actual career. Thats why I am pursuing this chance of working on a movie. I havent found a sutible film school to attend yet, and I dont think going back to BCF will do anything for me. I think graduating from there would be a waste of my time, because it would put me right back in the spot I am in right now. I just need to get out of this town, and go somewhere bigger, with more options. I just wish I knew where that place is. I have been praying about everything, and trying everything I know how to try. So I am stuck, and I dont know what else to do.


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Saturday, June 07, 2003

Making The Headlines

While many people, upon graduating from a big college or university, get a big, extravagant-like article in their local paper. But, on the contrary, if you graduate from the BCF, you get no such thing. You only get the Florida Baptist Witness. A newspaper published bi-weekly by the FL Baptist Convention:

"Anticipation hung heavy in the air as fifty-nine graduates awaited the final step in their educational journey at The Baptist College of Florida during the commencement service held on the Graceville campus May 16. A crowd of over 1,000 family and friends gathered to celebrate the occasion with the graduates, of whom over 50 percent graduated with honors."

No big press, no color pictures (in the paper), no biographies--it's just the way Graceville would have it!


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Friday, June 06, 2003

The Boys Are Back In Town

It's so nice to be posting again after so much downtime. We are back to our old template, which means a fond farewell to our links and our chat box.The funeral will be tomorrow at noon if you guys can attend. We also apparently lost about a years worth of archives, which has really upset me. I guess theres not much I can do about it now.

I still have not found a job, although I may get one as assitant manager at Video Warehouse. So please pray for me. I thought I was going to actually be working on a movie this summer, but it looks like my dreams have been banished yet again since I have not heard from the guy. So I am still stuck in Graceville with no job, no girl and no money. The perscription for a good old fashioned depression. However I am not depressed since I know God is still in control, but I do find it very frustrating. I know something good will come about soon.

I saw Finding Nemo last night, which I greatly enjoyed. I dont think Pixar is capable of making a bad movie. The animation was incredible, its amazing how far they have come. So when you get a chance go see it. I am pretty much satisfied on summer movies until Pirates of the Carribean and Bad Boys 2 opens up.

I am so glad that we can post again. I hope you guys have missed us, and if you havent, we wont lose any sleep over it. I have some good thoughts that I will post about in the coming dates, so its gonna be fun. Well.....at least for me.

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Thursday, June 05, 2003

This Blog Is Resurrected And I Feel Fine

We’re back! I sure am glad that I am able to, well, start writing about my life again. Aren’t blogs a nifty thing? I certainly have missed being able to put into writing the day-to-day happenings of my life. Just to update everyone, I did graduate from BCF and I am currently seeking employment at a state agency called Sunland. It’s a community for the mentally handicapped. My job there would be to help assist in the living of these special people, while getting to do some counseling as well. It’s a really good job and the pay is great! I just pray this is what God wants me to do for the next year or so. This will be a quick post. I just wanted to keep everyone posted on what I’ve been doing. Basically, for the past two weeks, I’ve just been watching a lot of movies. I’m going to end this with a poem I wrote a while ago, but had nowhere to post it (grrr)… By the way, a friend of To Whom, Sean Tanner, is selling some very expensive cards on Ebay right now. These cards are worth 400.00 at least. If you’re into football at all, do him a solid, and please bid. Here’s the link: Rookie Card Lot: Included- Dan Marino, Brett Farve, Jerry Rice, Jim Kelly, and Troy Aikman RC's.

Scheming

Don’t cut your face off
Despite your life
Don’t do anything
Despite what’s right

Looking for conclusions in everything
Repressing revolts against anything
A piece of nationalism sacrificed
Contentment in knowing the imitated

Disappointing yourself in life
Letting people trample on your pride
Standing up for your convictions
Apologies as standards for living

Rhyming so your days can flow
Resenting the good that life could show
Relied on deceit too many times
Ruined dreams by coveting lies


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Wednesday, June 04, 2003

Super Heros

"I've done a lot
God knows I've tried
To find the truth
I've even lied
But all I know
Is down iside I'm
Bleeding"

When questing for our role in life we seek meaning. We seek to find out not only what we will do, but who we will become. We seek not to be cleaning toilets for the rest of our lives, but to gain value and meaning. Goals and dreams can vanish far easer than they ever appeared it is imperative that we salvage what we can from our junk yard existence...

"And super heroes
Come to feast
To taste the flesh
Not yet deceased
And all I know
Is still the beast is
Feeding"

Our dreams & goals became embodied by heroes. The heroes fell . The heroes became memories. The memories became legends. And the legends faded into oblivion.

"And crawling on the planet's face
Some insects called the human race
Lost in time, and lost in space
And meaning...
...Meaning"

How can a man know his own path? I know the answer is in the scriptures, through his Creator. That doesn?t make the questions any easer or the answers any clearer. It only makes the task lighter.

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Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Nevermind...I fixed it.

posted by Justin at 1:44 PM

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Still for some reason the template is not showing up in our blogger account. If anyone has any ideas of what the problem is, please help us out. Thanks.

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TWIMC: V. 3.0 Back in Business/Back to Basics

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