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The Second Goal--I am indescribable in many ways, I still don't know of most of what goes on within my poor mind, but there is one thing I am certain of. There is one thing that I would say is the greatest part of me. I am a Christian. Still learning, and always trying my best to move forward. (This could be considered a memoir of setbacks, but also of perseverance.)

The First Goal Long Ago--Sigh, I suppose more information is in order. First off, I'm quite introverted and obsessed with the idea of getting information and keeping any info on myself away from others--generally. Actually relevant information includes: I'm a rambler, an extremely opinionated individual, writer, photographer, generally a pretty eccentric guy, and am becoming more of a fan of some crazy stuff--namely Homestuck.

I am also a very morbid and unusual person, so if I offend you--please--just say something. I like the air to be clear.
Well, that's a rant, and if there is any other information you'd like to know, haha, well, you'll just have to play the game to find it out.
Hahahaha, ahh, fun.

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Random Ramblings-Tendency

“Menace & her majesty

wish to find some substance.”

2 notes - 2 months ago - Reblog

Tagged: #Myself and I don't get along. #random rambling #because of reasons

I remember when I used to tell stories as a child. He was such a happy child, my parents say. What happened, dear? I wish the little boy - the one that apparently fled to Neverland and placed a pirate in his stead - could have maybe explained things before flying away. Maybe then the stories could have continued on their happy route, and not be pillaged by the scallywag too tied to the ground. He’s too tied down to chains he doesn’t remember taking on.

4 notes - 2 months ago - Reblog

Tagged: #prose #I guess? #random rambling #ha ha

Ha, Ha, Happenstance Intrigue

Words said and written by anyone willing to send them are never worthless, pointless, or meaningless. They’re all just building blocks to who we are, so that is what this is for. I felt like building something again. I’ve been writing poetry like there’s no tomorrow on a few little notepads for the last hour or so. Sitting down, trying to relax, but finding that my mind is tearing at my body for reasons I can’t find in my baffling little brain, and it’s unsettling—but enlightening. I seemed to gravitate to history, and to the past, and to dwelling on the things I want—and what I wanted then. I can’t even think of how I was before, and how blind we all are before we start opening our eyes, but then again I’ve been realizing that I don’t really know when we truly start, or how we start, that lifelong process. Music helps, learning what feeling is is an assistance, but I don’t remember when or how I opened my eyes and saw the world through something more than my selfishness and idiocy. Sometimes I don’t think I ever did, but I don’t think we can ever really know. That just seems to be how this stupid life goes. It’s beautiful, though. This whole thing we go through. Loneliness, love, compassion, hate, anger, and everything in between. It’s a mess, but we make so much out of it—if we just choose to do so. Choices, my friends. Choices—the bane and blessing of existence. Does anyone know exactly who they want to be? Does anyone know where each branch of the open road will take us?

3 notes - 3 months ago - Reblog

Tagged: #prose #spilled ink #free thought #random rambling