later this evening i heard the voice of a prophet and this one time, like times before, i really felt with all of my person that i could hear truth as it came cutting out of his mouth. so many things resonate with me, but not all of them are true. i am cracking the code, whatever that means.
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2009-03-28
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here's to cliches i actually buy into. we drove four, five, six hours today to a small town in MD and i heard the words to songs i've listened to and never understood. he could have just said, i worship you, but he said your shape is the only god i pray to. something about that makes you stop. if i were being honest, i would say that a part of that bothers me. but i still find it striking. you can't deny the power of words.
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