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Name: david
Country: United States
Gender: Male
Interests: yeshua, reading, thought, love [the unfailing love of yahweh].
Expertise: everybody's an artist.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
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Member Since:
1/15/2003
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| water, water. rush river rush.
so another year has come to pass.
i am nearly a quarter century old.
as a means to celebrate my age along with our friendship and all the joys that age and friendship have brought us, won't you please join me in celebrating my 25th birthday on the 25th of may?
CLICK HERE FOR THE
FACEBOOK EVENT !
come one, come all.
bring your own meat to grill,
slash, beer to drink.
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| sometimes in the midst of some quiet corner, stagnant dream or a whispers shadow, i can hear the sweet chorus of intention, hope and ambition. in a glance toward the future, in the pocket of a poet's purse, or the breath of a singers voice, i can make out a melody.
a song begging me to sing, or at least give more than i do, even to myself. and then there are the three words at the beginning of some wonderful honesty that send me to a place so vulnerable, my emotions collapse in on themselves. and i weep without thought for reason. i weep without hope or ambition, because in that lone moment i recall where intention has led me and i remember what i am. what deep, deep sorrow i keep solitary on account of i do not understand it or oft'n think of it.
but i know that sorrow sits in some dark corner thinking of me, quietly. so calmly i cannot, i will not hear the slight creak of his oak rocker lulling my consious to believe he is in some other room, in another house, far away from this temple that i am.
help me forget what is before me, find what is within,
and holding it, forgiving and giving with it, see all that is without.
without him, with out you, i just drift away,
wondering of what new world these pioneers speak of, and which wind took me from my course.
will you be my pillow or my sail?
will i rest my head or hoist my toil high about my head and venture on?
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repeat the sounding joy, wondering of his love.
(remembering not what i've heard, or what i've seen, but what i've found)
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| Dear Xanga,
I've come to realize, Ben's not a dick, he's studious.
Love, David
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| this xanga has officially degnerated, or otherwise further evolved into a some what unofficial TRAVEL blog. maybe its all i do of significance lately. i either collide with transportation or use it properly. so today i will be using a bus to take me to east TN. 16 grueling hours with no ipod, this should be fun, eh? my destination leads me to my purpose and latest adventure / conquest, hiking the portion of the Appalachian Trail around and through the Smokies. i will be joining my good friend of many years, seth franke as we conquer the great mists of Appalachia. i wish you all well during my absence and hope to see you sooner than later when i return.
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| well, it finally happened, on the way to work today, a car slammed on its brakes and i slammed face first into the back of her blue SUV. she was indian, said she didn't have a phone number and drove away as i was dazed and confused from the head trauma. no one stopped to help, except for a lady passing by on her way home from a walk. my head and lip were cut open, but have been healing very nicely since it happend about 3 hours ago. i'm still debating a CT scan which is recommended as a precaution for injuries such as mine. my mom would prefer it, but i'm still concerned about cost. life is much more important than money, i can tell you that. my bike is in the shop, it hopefully won't be more than 20 bux if anybody wants to donate... or suggest medical attention, be my guest. | | |
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