What began as a journ-eyed step back in time to the places in my mind, that told me everything was going to be alright; I just had to write. // Though, along the way I had to explore how the writing of “God’s word” comes to be within every #minisculity, such that I could again trust how- that in writing my whole life, I was still writing in every moment’s minisculity, in every tide. So clearly, the where in which there’re tide pool? Maybe.. so and so “originally,” but might you have forgotten the wave ~ whoosh
The part of this website that is supposed to function like a well-pressed suit is not yet, coming along though and with the dips dives & turns for the toasted ..linguistic cognitive highways of the past! Until next edit, thank you.
For one, the fight night on the White House lawn to celebrate the USA’s 250th was always one to go down in history. But it just so happens that I need to explain myself, if I’m going to herald it as such a untouchable joy that should be had for all.
“My life-blood is shed, steel painted red. A thousand men beat raven’s fast fed. And so the veil falls, revealing walls, of cavernous halls. Valhalla calls. The fighting is done, feasting begun. A saga well spun, of battles won.” – Ian F White I regret to inform you, that the restitution of an embattled soldier…
Building toward a statement of purpose regarding UAP/extraterrestrial presence and AI, this Memorial day deserved a glance.
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