oh god.

what have you done?

my head exploded in a blast of infamy and effigy, blasphemy and a sound mind.

to bring him home, reel him in. not just geographic separation, but concept and form, embodiment found not in shape or measured in energy, but identified by the one who walks in the way.



"he's not outside of you"

"Where does God Live? HOW does God live?"



He's in a way. the seed. the living, moving breathing walk of a man submitted to that which he cannot see, but has received, one who believes in the 'benefits of liberty.'

I'm on fire

I'm cool as river water

Full to bursting with life my tropical jungle


They say walking's the best exercise; I say it's the only exercise.
A walk, like a dove, symbolizes something entirely else.







I totally wrote 'effigy' as 'eggify'.