Text message morsels

If the story were predictable, it wouldn’t be mythical and epic.

Cognitive dissonance is gripping me.

Guys not crying is an American thing. I might start. It’s in the Bible and in high respect.

Everyone here knows what we could do given the right time.

Quick thought: as soon as you lose hope, you become useless for the cause.

Little proverbs sit roasting in my head.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.

Please meet me in front of the clock tower with a blunt object and the will to strike me with it.

I have a volume to write, of the adventures of yesterday.

Ok, go listen to ‘imagine’, it’ll drown out the American ideals of our forefather’s gasps for life. Help put capitalism out of its misery.

I don’t want to waste your time. I don’t want to change your mind. I just want to give you mine.

The combination of wind and the dome shaped building I am in just made 3 notes that sounded perfectly like beginning of an amiina song

Mom told me to warn you about my tape worm, which she believes is the only feasible explanation for me devouring, not two, but three meals tonight

1 Thessalonians 4:17-18

 I had tacos for lunch I forgot my jacket I got a 73 on my bone test but I did my best and as long as I did my best then that’s fine. Now lets go get a McFlurry.