Viva la Rebellion
Ery time I try to do suntin good there’s always suntin holding me back. Then when I give up and go back to drinking and wallowing, nothing and nobody tries to stop me. Dufuq? I used to think it’s the devil tryina bring me down. But now I see that YHWH was with me every step of the way. A master potter molding me into a vessel filled with spirit and wisdom.
Looming, cataclysmic, ill-fated prophesies taunt my daily reprieve A nightawk passing time Skulking Hovering Haunting Waiting A constant reminder of the things I wish I could forget
I had a super symbolic dream this morning. I don’t remember much of it. What little I do remember will be forever etched in my mind.
Today was quite the eventful day. First I had to do paperwork for an internship as a residential aid in midtown Manhattan; whereupon I took these snazzy pics displayed on my Hell Mary poem.
