I wish that I was five. maybe six. So that my mind could be as craving of this world as it once was. So full of life and curiousity, now I know better, who said knowledge would set you free - they were selling utter crap. Knowledge in itself isn't what gets us free. I don't know what does but it isn't knowledge.... so there.... b.
take a seat, it's there, stab stab. The pain in back of where you are stab stab... Was it while you were asleep blab blab, that this was had had. It could be a brain shutdown, don't frown... anyway gotta go... ebb.
As I have traveled to various locations around the globe and usually did my best not to be every tourist that I have ever known. There is something about tourist that is off. It's like they don't care that they don't belong, cause they know they belong somewhere else. So they are able to enjoy and possible annoy those where they are at. I think that is one odd thing about Chattanooga to me, is that it is such a tourist town, and that's okay. I have many a time sat at greyfriar's and shook my head in discust. The real thing is when it comes down to it, it's tourist who help us keep the Aquarium open, ruby falls, the incline all these things and even our own economy is very dependant on that which we at times dispise... So I think today we should all hug a tourist.... Just cause, I mean tree's are okay right but hug a tourist that takes guts.. peace out... Brian
As anger flows in and out of my being I realize that I can never be void of anger, and these things that we all look down on. Things that Christians are "against" and seem to find ourselves in none the less. Why do I think that I can make it in my life in my own strenghth and not need the clean slate God gave me through Christ. What are we doing folks when we can look at anyone and decide that we are better because of who we are.. Yikes, what are we doing but judging ourselves.. JUDGE NOT OR YOU'LL BE JUDGED. I am judged, for no other reason then my own critical heart and head that is willing to look down on anyone for anything... If you have insight let me know... B.
as blood drips from my open wound, self inflicted wound, I notice pain. pain the sense that doesn't make sense. I never understood it really, I guess cause it was always here with me. I have an uncle who's doctors tell him he's on the scale used for measuring womens pain, for childbirth and unimagineable pain as such. He oddly enough is the most amazing uncle I have. His heart is pure, when he says he loves you, that is including the crap that you've screwed up in... he won't find out about something that blinds him to who you are .... I think that's what God is like except on a bigger scale... but pain... it's not just a feeling, it's a tool to get our hearts back to him.... B.
the streets should be cleared, I am comming back, to be. Be a part of what it is Chattanooga has been and will be. To try and find art as it happens and make art from that art... okay.. later.. Brian
there are adventures breaking out all over the place, everytime I leave this state I realize that for me the adventure never was here, or seldomly, and so I am planning on moving back to Tennessee at the end of November, unless Andy get's those tickets and something works out in a big way.