Sunday, December 19, 2010

I dont know what it is but i've become a night owl. why?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

http://www.mcad.edu/showPage.php?pageID=1166
http://www.mcad.edu/showPage.php?pageID=1166

3 good talents, what will I do?

I know I can bury them or they're going to be thrown away. I'm pretty sure I can't do all three. Am I supposed to pick and leave the others to hobby? I just don't know how it is all going to tie together and I think thats the hardest part to let go.

What is my pottery degree going to be good for? I bet I could be a high school teacher someday, that'd be nice. I'd love to do interiors.

I want to be a part of my local music scene though, and do want to play music. I guess I never planned on it but i guess its happening naturally.

I want to travel the world and take pictures and tell people hey we have a jacked up world, maybe you should try caring.

Am I selfish? Should I just begin weeding out my hobbies in an effort to "focus?"

I should understand its normal not to know what i'm supposed to be doing with my life, but I'd like to get a head start in knowing.

confirmation...

Monday, September 27, 2010

I like jonny greenwood (radioheads guitarist)

but heres a version of a song I like anyways. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUzmhztxWdc&feature=related

Thursday, September 23, 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPYnQTHVNlo

note to self

so how do you study hard?

you: (meaning me)
you make and create, and you break and recreate until its exactly what you imagine. You don't go home when you think you should, and you keep creating. You read, and read, and get a bigger understanding and inspiration. You look at whats been done, and try to create something new. you eat fast, and get back into the studio. you sleep 3 hours or less. you put in 12 hour shifts.

working hard is the key to success.






















Oh God, help me work hard. and give me those perfect opportunities just so I know that your favor is following and supporting what i'm doing.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

lets care

http://www.wired.com/video/?intcid=gnav

lets take a moment to just learn about something we usually would have never thought about.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I love friends for the character they show. I'm looking at two pictures; one is of Max and another of Andrew. They both gave me these goofy smiles looking straight at me. Their expression is joyful and comfortable. It still feels as though they are looking at me now with exactly the same heart.

I love friends because things don't really change. The best part traveling home was reminiscing on old memories. When we sat around Andrew's place and listened to music and just talked, it reminded me of when we used to sit around his parents house and talk about life. (and about how much I missed Catherine...the girlfriend that never got talked to haha) That's probably what I think I miss most about not being able to hang out with him, he and I would philosophy about girls, God, plans and purposes. He was, and will always be a really loving cat with a really warm heart.

I'm always happy to explore and see where the night takes me. Max and I decided to go on a journey one evening when I didn't have that many days left. Journeys with Max are really memorable and deep. He just knows how to treat me to a good time. We went skating in downtown Minneapolis and hit a couple of the spots that I have been passing for years. We took pictures down by Stone Arch Bridge and met a couple of guys cat fishing. Max had some rolling tobacco so we we're able to share to them a smoke and they were really chill and easy going. Afterward we hit up the Kitty Kat Klub, its a strip club... jk. It was this super swanky, chill bar that had different couches and lamps and mirrors and decorations everywhere. It had a dance floor with a pillar in the worst place possible, but that is aright. We shot some pool over Russian (what kind?) beer that took about forty minutes to drink (which is how you are supposed to drink it) They even played the music from Menikmati, It was over then, I fell in love with the evening. We proceeded to another bar by the Dinkidome and caught PB and Jam. The stage was far to small, but man did those guys put on a grooving show with loud electrics, funky bass lines, and a brass section that actually fit. We had a couple of Surly brew's there. (Minnesota has got to have some of the best brewing, maybe I'm biased, but ask my friends, they are connoisseurs.

How are my paragraphs? What questions do they stir that I may not be answering? I'm taking a writing course, and man am I missing the basics.

Reminding me of a sick sick sick roof party I went to where we caught the last act of Phone Home. It just a keyboard and a drummer, but seeing that dude play with that much passion and force had me moving. They were great musicians, lit up by a projector, with the roofs of Brooklyn buildings as their backdrop. They were eyes down, ears open, and following the music. So sick. When we went down to our bikes the drummer walked past and I just gave him mad props, and he was so humble and received it all, and thanked us like ten times. That's the night I got a hole in my tube. (the day we replaced it though, we were pumping air into it to see if it was an actual leak, and it popped and omg my ears were ringing probably as bad as somebody slapping you in your ear. (although i've never had that happen to me)

Riding my bicycle has probably been the best thing in my life lately. I feel the rush when I dive through traffic, I feel like I'm in a race when I'm skidding corners, and plus my body is my motors power plant. (to bad I'm not taking more care of this body, who catches cold's in the summer?)

Guess what, finally after three years, friends are visiting! Beautiful Maggie won't be traveling by herself, hello Amar, thank you for joining. Lets make your guy's trip epic.

The girls keep getting cuter, and I'm still trying to figure out how to keep my mind focused on things that actually matter. Who knew the waltz could kindle the nostalgia of dancing with a partner. 'Laura', with a snoozy Kiwi accent.


Is asking what your doing on the weekend a trigger for, 'why? you want to take me on a date?' Am I that big of a flirt? I look at any daydream of a relationship at this point and imagine how bad its going to suck trying to break up with her. (that wasn't the case with my most recent because I really fought hard to make it work, kind of blinded by love I guess.) So I know I shouldn't, and hopefully I wont, but how do, and why would you, not date in hopes of finding your soul mate? I need a males perspective.

That got side tracked.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

i'm clueless to so many things. I think to the extent of my stubbornness I am thick headed.

drawing is so hard.

talking about feelings is almost harder.

'its that not bad talking to me right?' yeah its not bad, i actually like it, except when your yelling at me... haha christians face was priceless.

its great when you can quietly say something like mushisa and get the whole church cracking up. I have to admit, I secretly like the attention. "hows my body language?" mushisa.

Martin, your a great brother to me. nathan, we've semi replaced you with another white guy, hes kind of gentle like you too. here comes another season of weekly small group meetings over japenese curry. 'we just came from china' really?? todd- shaking his head' c'mon peter, we just ate chinese food. how white a name is that anyways?

jaeah called me white this week. where does she get off? then I proceded to tell danny; the awesome talented b boy ywam missionary, and he proceeded to call me white too, 'where do you get off danny? gangnam station.

what a trip and a half of people I meet.

somebody travel with maggie in s/e asia from november 11th, and then make a pit stop in korea with her. please, are you really going to let this beautiful girl travel by herself?

haha I still cant get off the fact I got called white, its only because they think my americanized korean accent is cute. if only I could figure out the right intonation, and stop talking like a pot head, then I'd be set.

sigh...

whistle, emmy sit, 먹어 she eats carrots and cucumber, plastic, rubber, dog food, leather, wood, rope, my hand; before I proceed to punch her, (in the most loving manner of coarse) what an awesome dog. shes kind of a wuss though. shes mad fast though. she runs like a racing hound, front legs thru the hind legs. like a cheetah.

i hate being ignored. I hate being lied to. sigh, the things I have to deal with, the story of an introvert. quiet, introverted, insecure. I don't love every bit of it.

i've felt like i've been at an artistic peak lately, seriously, my mind is ingenious but my hand is having trouble following.

humble yoself.

Friday, September 10, 2010

my friend marcus, hes got mad skills in rapping, rhyming, and poetic rhythm. I'm looking forward to when he will be writing again.

I feel like its hard to read, i'm usually not intrigued and my imagination is not touched. but heres a story written by marcus's online friend? I didn't understand the connection between you to.

heres the story, written beautifully, not all daisies. http://flyerthanangels.tumblr.com/post/1095999630/an-opportunity-a-short-story

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

so sam's my most difficult roomate. he is turning the whole living room into his soon to be curtained bedroom. there goes me having a living room, with the idea of using it as one.

I was ready to 'live' in korea, like as I might if I had an apartment in Minneapolis. That would be great.

I dont like getting late phone calls, especially from people bugging me about school business. so much bugging out of school.

but I do like life a lot right at this moment. I'm listening to this mix made by a friend of shiraz's sister in law. shes pretty awesome. for you blog followers check out www.pickledtomato.blogspot.com Its got a bunch of great stuff I wish I only knew where to find ingredients for. another thing to look forward to america... if I am to go there.

this feels right. everything isn't dandy, but that makes moments like this that much more sweet. I feel cool, isn't that funny? I think the inspiration of coolness remains select for those living in big cities. I dont really know what that means, but that apartment in Brooklyn that I adore has inspired me to live with a little romance in my day to day findings.

I was told somewhere that one shouldn't call past 10:30 pm. I think I agree with that. I was also told that the boy should walk down the stairs before the girl incase she falls. weird huh? manner man.

When I was chilling with my dad in NYC, my cousin Jin(hee) had a dog named caleb. and if you pronounce it in korean its ka leb, but either my dad was trying to be funny or misheard it as galbi (meaning ribs) so as we spent the weekend at my aunts place, I'd hear him calling this dog galbi, it was mad funny. he is really good with animals and kids, it was a blessing to be chilling with him in a different situation finally. man i just remember a memory from when I had was with him back in Ny back in the day, I was barely a kid, I think that was the first time I had mentos as well. I remember my sister must have been 14 or 15, thats wild. I remember hearing my sister and somebody else goofing off with my dad.

a chuck close quote: maybe for fun. "I chose to do things I had no facility with. The choice not to do something is in a funny way more positive than the choice to do something. If you impose a limit to not do something you've done before, it will push you to where you've never gone before." (i'm a little sorry i've become to numb to wikipedia)

its the second time I heard about the fullbright program this week...

I really wanna go to the school of photography in kona hawaii. I can postpone graduation a semester or two right?

man why do I have to stay up the latest on the night of when I have the earliest class?

Monday, August 23, 2010

post seeing my best friends syndrome

that song posted, "at the same time" could have been on my repeat one if I had known my ipod had a repeat one functioning.

music is really personal. I had this revealed to me while I was chillin with Shiraz and his bro, and as much as a part it has played in my life, I didn't realize how personal it is. makes sense though.

The one time I questioned my music choice, was the one time I wish I hadn't of said anything at all. I should have rested, knowing, this is a good album. 'dude their battling!' as yoshimae battles the pink robot, pt 2 :)

and female singers, God, it makes me dream. theres something really beautiful about a girl expressing herself, her feelings, her joys, her passions, in a tune of self creativity.

its romance. pat and I would talk of romance. like as in being a romantic, thats the hardest thing to explain to somebody, when it could be wrong in one perspective but its one of the most beautiful moments shared. (i'm not talking of sexual romance either, as beautiful as those times can be) I end up never regretting these beautiful moments shared (in contrast to my previous ()). whether it be sharing pictures and grazing a hand of somebody you enjoy, or sharing pizza on a sunny afternoon over a silent conversation, or a kiss on the cheek before running down the stairs to my bedroom, or a moment of sadness while packing my bags in another contrasting moment of absolute appreciation for the time we had together. no homo.

i guess its a sad point in my life. I love my friends. i give myself to friends over family, its the way I was raised. my verse i've partially lived my last few years on is true religion, which the father considers, to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and the partiality i need to turn to obedience is this, and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.

i sometimes wish I had been raised differently. raised a 'good boy' hells yeah deep down i'm innocent, pure, God purposed created for more. i guess i'm just hitting bumps in the road and I dont know exactly what i'm doing all the time.

chuckle chuckle chuckle.

we need to get to the root of things. Thanks susy, the root of things. I'll have to ask you more about that.

what do you do when you know something is bad but you still do it anyways? i dont want to have to burn myself to relate to people anymore. ohh a good burning is reall nice, i know what getting burnt is like, put your finger through a lamp working torch, me and my girls know what its like to get burnt. realll bad. you feel real stupid right when you do it. it hurts you till it heals. and everytime you approach it you'll be sure to make sure you dont get burnt.

ohh I got burnt real bad last time. and I'm burning right now, feel that coal of worldliness. its different this time, because I dont feel guilty. I don't feel to much shame. I think i'm crying to be disciplined here. a good beating, and damn I think its going to hurt. the sad thing is its not me the one hurting. who's got to get hurt for me to learn? kinda messed up huh?

moving on. this trip has really moved my heart for my family though. I caught up with family I didn't even remember and vice versa. it was sooo good meeting, catching up, seeing my family. and I should react more to opportunities with my family more. If I were selfless with my family like I was with my friends, then man I'd love my family like crazy..

the ferrari of bicycles. der<3sa selected piece by piece. introverted and quiet. and I love every bit. skaters for life.



a fav
my biggest musical influence/ influence in my life. for better or for worse. lets pull our lives together and change this world for the best we can.

the place I call home. thunderstorm (uncaptured) over minneapolis, framed in rainbows (no joke)

from the east.
thanks megan, i'm on repeat one now, pretty cool that the one to make the cut is my friend's girlfriend a local minnesotan.

God I hope you guys work. let me get a highschool sweet heart story (sort of) This is still weird to see dudes...

just cuz u guys are so cute. and so weird...

honest I wish this song was a cry for me. thats why you singing females make me dream.

the last time I listened to songs over and over where from blogs that had one song repeat over and over... interesting. this is from the north, thanks for taking me out guys.

thank goodness for people like joe.
joe and pheung (not pictured) and I picking coffee beans


'and the warmth of your heart i can see it in ur eyes i can hear it in your voice i can feel it on your hands when they touch mine' you guys aren't listening... :( it isn't the most accessible song i guess...

my head hurts. I think i'm tired. Goodnight for now.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDpyy-4wWp0

Friday, July 30, 2010

jp

its that thing I want to achieve, an expression that makes someone else dream. An expression that makes someone feel love,have love, and understand love, even when memories have not allowed for it.

Love is the destruction to all pain. There is no pain, suffering, hatred, darkness, selfishness, hopelessness with love.

love to me; telling JP theres hope that you dont have accept those divorce papers. join me in my prayer. God I pray that you would bring communication into their relationship. That you would renew trust Lord, you would remove stacks of hurts and frustrations which have come from those insecurities. God divorce is not ur will, bring healing and restoration in Jesus name! I reject the standard of marriage and the percentage of divorce that tries to speak negatively to JP. God you know the love they had for one another, all the joy and companionship in their travels, journeys, and in their hopes for their futures, bring that first love baby! God let you do work in her life, and his life during this time of seperation, and show us a miracle of love. a testimony of love. Pull his life together Lord!

JP, I love you man, it was a pleasure hanging out with you. i'll see you in northern washington someday dude, i hope it'll still be you and your wife's place man.

Jp is my neighbor that i met on my sisters patio one late night after my friends bought me some really gross drinks. brady and i befriended him, and yesterday as I was hanging out, I saw him walk out onto the patio. I talked with him, walked over to the walker art center, talked art, life, careers, dreams, hurts, and divorce. hes biking across the US now, at times he says all he wants to do is throw his bike off a cliff, and sit down and cry. This is divorce. heart break. 'if there is anything messed up with your relationship, fix it now, do everything to fix it now' hopelessness because he thought he was beyond that point. I believe in hope though, JP you got this man. your too good a man, and shes the one girl thats worth it. fight dude, with all you have.

yippy! we've got a lot of problems we need to fix.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

seattle

blogspot takes forever to upload pictures. or is every computer i'm using to try and upload pictures stealing internet from their neighbors?

Friday, June 11, 2010

my worst critic

life is quite a beautiful thing. I take it for granted so many times. Probably all the time. what a sad thing said. I looked at my mom, and really looked at how beautiful she is. Then all the junk of the world started to take our attention and my eyes and attitue faded away. Sad.

I havent been in a place where the littlest of decision makes my head spin. I debate and dwell, and it leaves me just waiting. I make a decision and begin to doubt at a single word of disappointment. Is there a root I need to be digging for?

I've been sick for the last two and a half months, on and off, and I'm on again. I'm starting to live the faults of city life. Busyness, noiseness, dirtiness. hearing street sweepers and running exhaust first thing getting up is not pleasant.

I've got to be more productive. I don't want to be a machine though, but I don't want to be wasting time I crucially need. I spent about 3 or 4 hours in the studio and I just wasn't happy with the result. New techniques should be saved after I learn more than surface level about them. I shouldn't change my work just to fit 'the homework.' I need to better manage my peices. I can't leave and forget about work i'd done, its a waste of clay and energy. And the tedious decoration techniques, do make a large difference.

on a flip side.

my moms eyes looked so young and bright, but her body was saying everything but. It shook me a bit and saddened me to think she isn't that young anymore, and I wish I would have been a better son when she was. I wish I would have been there instead of running away to Korea. And now lifes routine, we're routine, and I just don't know if i'll ever have the heart to say in my action how much I really appreciate her. thats really sad.

the decisions i've made, have shaped me. I've screwed up many times thats for sure, but I don't regret any of it. So please, world, let me make my decisions and if I screw up then yay you were a great help... (some bitterness peter?)

and man whats up with my immune system?

Your consistancy is down, you have to spend more time in the studio.


Tigger, Amy, Sunny, and I cooked dinner and chilled and watched different youtube videos and listened to music.

This group photo is with my YWAM group at hongdae, still trying to get close to them, but they're a laughing and loving bunch. The next is Jaekak, hes an older brother at YWAM but a really nice guy as well.


one half of the pair of girls I usually chill with. They love making fun of me and giving me their attitude, how cute. Her name is Yubin 유빈 or 푸들머리 and her 짝꿍 is 정희 shes really camera shy.




this is tigger, hes really photogenic, I love taking his picture.

this is house church at my place. Dianne, Helen, a bit of semy



semy and hannah

martin and david kang (my roomate)
that was a nice transition from my thoughts.


Sunday, April 11, 2010

ge do hae

I look around at the expressive people around me, and I see them being locked in, in that one place it fits. They are in tune with their gift, and they know how to use it to express exactly what they need to be, without using words and writing. its a performance and its a movement.

Is it a good thing to pursue and develop a variety of talents? Do I need to be surrendering some of these things I could consider hobbies? I'm moved musically, visually through photography, and i'm in a pottery and glass major that continually expose me deeper into the art of crafts.

In bible study today we were asked to think about things not considered rubbish in our lives compared to knowing Jesus Christ. (the sunday school answer is obvious) but thats not how we live. I shared that I take control over my giftings and talents. I work and strive for my development and excellence.

a lot of confusion lately. A lot to try and tackle. just a few notes.

i'm listening to lauryn hill sing of her love troubles. shes expressing herself. man artistic expression is a gift. today we had a special song sharing by this dude doing piano and midi key mixing playing something I would dream of playing with that am biotic harmony and sound filling the air. and then danny coming up coming into a spontaneous dance that was so powerful and moving. with all their passion they created an expression of who God is. I started tearing because I knew with even the great passion that these two men carried, that much more is God concerned for me and his expression to me. When danny prayed, I raised my hands all the way up to receive a blessing and impartation of creative expression, from the one whom creative expression is birthed from. watch me, i'm different. i'ma love you when you dont love me. i'm gonna make peace when you've already made war. i'm going to give, so that you can eat. i'll silence myself, so we can agree and be in harmony. i'm i'm not dreaming big theres not point in dreaming. john mayers waiting on the world to change inspired something in me. barak is a voice, but hes a man in a generation ahead of ours. our generation is the generation that is going to bring a real change. that gives a voice and ear to the quiet. that gives concern and joy for the poor. that wheeps and comforts the broken and dying. our generation is the generation thats going to seek vengeance for the injustice of this falling world. and lets clarify because we don't live by worldly vengeance, but we bless those who are difficult, and allow God to judge. we have no authority in which to judge or we will be judged in the same fashion, and I dont' want that. nuh uh.

i realized I dont really like hard pop rap music that much. its actually quite crappy imo. but I still danced. man no wonder i didn't dance to that junk was played at school dance parties. now theres some folks that put out some fun music like chris brown, dudes abusive but hes made some tunes that wanna get me stepping and bouncing. anways I wish the reception would have played a bit more diverse music, but its all good I had a blast, especially when the last song ima admit it but I felt alive in music which i havent felt in ages. dancing in the moonlight. yeah its from a walk to remember soundtrack but whatever, I felt free, and joyful, and loved and all I wanted to do was express that through grooving. thank you p christian, you do put on a good song list. made me think of who and what music would be suitable at my wedding reception. some of that wu tang jazz remix that aaron put on at minnas going away, or some of that funky stuff that maxy loves listening to, or just some of that good ol school hip hop that neumiller and I used to sing with grand master flash and the furious five. and chillen back with some st germain man I'm missing music. thank you thank you thank you.


ge do hae

Saturday, April 3, 2010

hello brother, hello sister.

emotion is so uncapturable. So unexpressable. (my spelling is so jacked from living in korea for so long haha)

When I desire to do so, i'm so overwhelmed that words cannot express the absolute beauty of emotion. Its so sad when I don't try and express these things. Whether in pain or joy.

This was a most beautiful weekend. One of remembrance and one of revelation. I hope you all had a good friday. I spent my evening crying in remembrance of him.

A soldier is taught two things in case of gernade warfare. First is to shout GERNADE! and the second is to get the hell out of there. In the story I heard the soldier on the turret of the convoy did the first, but ignored the second as the gernade entered the cabin. He ducked down and began searching for it, with a brief second before explosion he made eye contact with his mission mate and said, "ive got it" as he covered the gernade with his body to save the others.

I tend to forget that some of the simplest things Jesus asked of me was just to remember him. I think my life would be so much more selfless if I would just remember him.

When these soldiers who were in the cabin remember the brave soldier who gave his life, their passion is lit, and they commit to their mission with zeal. He loves me, even when i've forsaken love time and time again. I start to loose myself and all the blessings and vision i have. I look to my weakness, I look to the standards of the world, my selfishness takes over. I seek refuge in a shack when I have a throne room awaiting me in my bedroom.

I do this in remembrance of you.

Today is my birthday as well. It was a day of revelation and joy. I'm reminded of what friendship is. I've taken for granted them, and i've turned them into a category of church friends or aquantainces, when they truly do care. (i'm not implying at all the meaning of my personal relationship with you) I forget my place in the world, I feel like i'm running towards something when I'm really forgetting the beauty of the journey. What I used to speak and live by, i've rushed past in a rustle. My heart is open and I just want to love, but can I keep these walls down? Can I push and break to just love?

I'm so sorry that I havent opened my heart to you. I think it begins with you L.

I have a father who gives perfect gifts. thank you for knowing. thank you for looking in and not around.

I'm getting up kind of early tomorrow morning to scout for places to have wedding photos. I'm shooting my first wedding this coming saturday. My discipler martin is tying the knot. allelujah! and I can't wait for the dance party! (no falling in luv on the dance floor peter man)

patience patience patience.

goodnight! and happy easter!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I like clapton from his cocaine days.

when life was so jacked up that when he played the blues, he meant it.

funny what art really is. to bad he had to do it to himself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxTWQD91b5c

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I'm tired of not knowing where to click because everything is written in Korean. I'm tired of being misinformed and being yelled at for not being available. I'm mad because they accept international students without any available international programs. I regret not following through on KNUA. I don't like that I walk through campus alone. I don't like people imitating my accent. I don't like that I cant make the simplest decisions right now because my head hurts, and because all the stupid little things that really don't matter, matter. I don't like that my desk is a mess. I wish somebody would tell me what to do, and that what is spoken would be the right thing to do. To do or not to do, i'm in between.

and in all things, I know this is for my good. What a weird life we live.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

i'm outside of the box

parts of me just want to snowboard everyday in the winter, and play ultimate frisbee the rest of the seasons. Wasting my life before Gods hands should be an honorable thing. I'm put in places where I love people who usually arent, I feed people who usually don't eat, heal people without medicine, and make people laugh when everything inside is hurting. I need another transformation of my mind.

to let loose or not to let loose...

Is there a reason why i'm not indulging in the pleasures of the world? Getting drunk, pimping girls, getting high. Is there a reason why my lifestyle, makes me a black sheep within the college community? Is there a reason why i'm in part of a church body when I could be throwing discs and having fun that way?

Theres a reason why he said to me, "i am the way, the truth and the life." One way, to know a person (truth is not a thing, its a person), to know why I live my life (or have a life to live).

Then why am I hungering after the things of the world that made me so empty and left me so depressed? Do I really have what it takes to make a difference?

Don't give up Peter man.

heres a poem I wrote. Written in the subway after i'd been walking in gangnam, seeing post its for hookers.

Mad bad mad sad,
Debauchery clad
Not very glad
Drunken dad
Maybe his lad
A buck or two
For a sec or two
Pictured ads
Desperate hads
Careless hands
Slurry demands
Mad bad mad sad,
Sobreity,
Inevitable
Regret
Sadly Inevitable
Running mad
Isn't it sad.

can I disturb you a bit now? because this is what I wrote in bed.

Prostitution; murders, commits adultry, steals, lies, is glutony, is idolatry, is self worship, devalues human life, is slavery.

A quote from the documentary Furious Love
'I want to die. Being dead and in he'll would be better than this'
Pimps and club rats don't hear this from their sex slaves. They hear what they pay for, a shallow comment to make you think your loved, when the reason your seeking a moments sexual pleasure is because in some place in your life, you felt like you weren't.
Your never alone, your never forsaken. There is always one; crying over you, smiling over you, singing over you, being proud of you, cheering for you, and loving you no matter what. Go head and find Him, I like to call Him love, but you can call him dad, friend, brother or father, you can call him Yahweh, or Emmanuel, or Jehova - shalom, nissi, jireh, raphi. Or simply Jesus.

How are you? Is all it takes to speak into a broken heart.

how weak I am,
i'm scared of the darkness,
but I gotta be light.

(don't sugar quote these topics, stand up for someone who is hurting)

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