"Most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mind."

40 million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home....One for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans....And those of us who make a mark using someone else's blood....Our western stain won't wash away, won't vanish in the flood.....It's just deeper with each hurricane and tidal wave and war

We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more

thankyou kevin devine for being the sun on my face. you are so wonderful.

because i still can't seem to satisfy my craving for it : (and i have nothing else to say, my head hurts like nobody's business)

"OH, I never want to sleep again. Sick memories and dyer puppies scatter amongst the shadows of the moon-lit grass. Im surprised, and no, I shall never re-evaluate the newness of love. It shant be here again. Quick, Quigly, march the temple floors callous and hard; Impending recompense and goulash fear, languid in its sense and form and trials. Be my savior."

i might have put this one already. but i'll do it again. i'm tired. i like it.

off to bed-o. exhausted.
state game tomorrow.
yay?


in the blood of the martyr is the seed of the church.
the peace of the revolution is in the wind of the spirit.
the movement of Christ is in every single particle alive on this earth.
and we are the body, broken and shattered and beautiful and wonderful.
and the slaughtered lamb reigns as king over our lives. and our citizenship in heaven just came down to earth. because His kingdom is growing. right out of our very souls.

night.