Morning...calls...

"I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter, scraped over too much bread"
-Bilbo Baggins

Is it too much to want a salad?

Onwards Through Doubt

Why does pain manifest itself as the chilly daggers of fear?

Seeing the expressions of those around me...so often my initial reaction and thought was that those were looks of revulsion or disgust at me being...instead...it's not so simple as being the deranged thoughts of a narcissist...

I assume life is my story and that those who revolve around me are secondary characters...and this is...its the prime sin of Lucifer...this damned splinter in my mind...slowly driving me mad...demanding I bow in servitude to my base desires...that I am...'I AM'...God forgive me please.

Jonah 4:10-11

God said, "What's this? How is it that you can change your feelings from pleasure to anger overnight about a mere shade tree that you did nothing to get? You neither planted nor watered it. It grew up one night and died the next night. So, why can't I likewise change what I feel about Nineveh from anger to pleasure, this big city of more than 120,000 childlike people who don't yet know right from wrong, to say nothing of all the innocent animals?

"Army" - Ben Folds

A beautiful song...for a beautiful day...