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The feel of dried tears is present as I make this entry. My typing skills have improved a bit.
As I sit in a near drunken stupor, although stupor might be to strong a word, I can only wish to contemplate the mysteries of life. That might be unnecessary though, as I have already figured those out. "What next", is the ultimate question. Suicide, ever present in my mind is the absolute last resort, considering all mine enemies would profit from that relinquishing of control I have over my life.
I despair of the decadence I see returning increasingly quickly to society. The governance of the Lord seems to dissipate from the lives of many so quickly that I have hardly seen it before it seems gone. All I want is for people to know the truth, no matter what their decision.
Prayer is a last resort at times, at times nonexistent. I miss naiveté. I miss innocence. Wondering about the color of her panties. Two of my favorite authors, atheists. Two more, believers in Christ.
Rambling.
As I sit in a near drunken stupor, although stupor might be to strong a word, I can only wish to contemplate the mysteries of life. That might be unnecessary though, as I have already figured those out. "What next", is the ultimate question. Suicide, ever present in my mind is the absolute last resort, considering all mine enemies would profit from that relinquishing of control I have over my life.
I despair of the decadence I see returning increasingly quickly to society. The governance of the Lord seems to dissipate from the lives of many so quickly that I have hardly seen it before it seems gone. All I want is for people to know the truth, no matter what their decision.
Prayer is a last resort at times, at times nonexistent. I miss naiveté. I miss innocence. Wondering about the color of her panties. Two of my favorite authors, atheists. Two more, believers in Christ.
Rambling.