living among the angels

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Ever since my grandmother passed I think a lot about what I'm to do with my life. Not in the same way people talk about it. I don't need to find a new myriad of tasks to do to avoid uncomfortable questions, I'll just ask the questions. I'd like my thoughts to become focused on principles in the hopes I don't throw off my practice.

Everyone and everything is perfect, and so am I. That in a way, is more dark and brutal than any damnation. To be all is to be everything. I think, I want, but it's unfocused so I lack the art to act. The sun calls me to paint just like it told the Aztecs to sacrifice. Push me down to my knees and take me where the dark things are.

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