Saturday, April 26, 2003

So I think that the worst of the human condition is visible in what means we take to pursue immediate temporal pleasure. Personal pornographic demons are seared behind the eyes of a marred saint impersonator as he casts stones. So who am I to ignore the writing in the dirt. Instantly, the feeling in every corner of my body what my spirit can only wish to ascertain through diligence. Consequences be damned. Vomit be damned. Loss of Innocence be damned. I see the blatant error of my neighbor, but my plank is lodged. The scar tissue has over grown like a vacant lot and my sight is now nothing but tainted memory mixed with carnal imagination.

Psalm 27
4 One thing I ask of the LORD ,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
and to seek him in his temple.

Please renew my passion for eternal pleasure God. This world is but a shadow of your beauty. Let it never be satisfying. Let it never be comfortable. I seek that which is beyond any sexy substance. Break me Lord. Break me.

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