i'm like your pistol in your hand

absolve

i pray for evenings when it's clear across the land

The troubles of my heart are enlarged; O bring thou me out of my distresses (Psalm 25:17)

pull me out of the midden i've burrowed myself in

cleaning up my bookmarks

so achy but nonetheless happy with things right now. even though i'm a little mournful too

Everything is OK.

God is testing me

craving extreme ceaseless violence

i'm okay

jay went back home, everything sucks

with jay

upwards little town

even when my soul is stripped of everything

got my glasses

sometimes you have to fight against the passing of the years

new glasses on their way, i have so little going on in my life right now that this is actually kind of exciting