like crazy.. you gorgeous, little fuck..

#sweet lord, girl.. I like the way your brain moves its thoughts into its own deeper realms with each thing said. You have that rare gift of being able to be your own internal/external Muse.. even while midstream within the process of writing it all out. Alone.. maybe more than you may think you want to be, you are never lonely. A very rare thing indeed in the modern world, kid. Very unique, and very very special. (It is very much the truth..) I would always hope for the gifted ones such as yourself, that you would always and ever-increasingly be able to see your own worthiness in yourself in being chosen to be a bearer of such a wonderful gift. Kierkegaard was a chosen recipient such as you (your rare mind's unfolding thought processes are in ways, much like his), and through his own beautiful self-love, became.. through his stewardship of the gift, the father of Existentialism. He felt the Living Word within him, causing his wonderous mind to feel also, through thought.. which in turn, churned deeply his forever-goldmining heart, which in turn, mused his mind into deeper processings of the deeply-felt word's expressions-- ever-cycling.. ever churning within him, until every cell within his electrified body became fully lit.. And out onto paper it all went.. as what was so beautifully self-Mused within him was brought out from an internally-lit darkness and into the full light of day. The deeply-searching, in you is in relationship with the gifted Magical in you, (which is also so very much you [the gifts are irrevocable]), bringing out words and concepts/thought processes pretty much previously unknown here in this world. Make your own self-Love.. self forgiveness.. self-acceptance, and self understanding.. all your Art.. And it will be your art that most blesses this world down here. You've already got the goods, kid.. watch them become greatly clarified in you as your own self-Love becomes your own finest art. The gift, you already have-- clear as clear can be. Shame and condemnation are powerful enough down here to make even the most purest of pure, become obscure. Mm. Yeah, kid.. *"In the end.. The Love you take (in) Is equal to The Love, you make"* Make your own self love, your goal-- surround yourself with loving truthtellers who will love you for who you truly are.. rather than what they want you to be (or think you should be) for them. Clearly you are worth every single bit of it all. ~Paul *(preston M Vogel F Unting Somethingoranother)* #

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Published: Jan 28, 2022
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Notes: The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Was a couple of guys who'd been friends since grade school
One was named Cyrus, the other was Jeff
And they practiced twice a week in Jeff's bedroom

The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Never settled on a name..
But the top three contenders after weeks of debate
Were Satan's Fingers,
..and The Killers,

and The Hospital Bombers

Jeff and Cyrus believed in their hearts
They were headed for stage lights and lear jets and fortune and fame
So in script that made prominent use of a pentagram
They stenciled their drum heads and guitars with their names

And this was how Cyrus got sent to the school
Where they told him he'd never be famous
And this was why Jeff, in the letters he'd write to his friend
Helped develop a plan to get even

When you punish a person for dreaming his dream
Don't expect him to thank or forgive you
The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Will in time, both outpace and outlive you
Hail Satan
Hail Satan, tonight
Hail Satan
Hail, hail

https://youtu.be/AGHmr1NyBTw
god bless the beautiful hospital bomber in us all
Tags: #love #beauty #giftedness #prosperity #sovereignty #eternity

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