Always. When you least expect it, the smallest reaction, the faintest smile, the littlest gesture. Just like how I analyze contimplate, critically think, about everything. The receipt on the ground. The seconds left till the light changes. The story behind the racoon in the trash. The reason that whore is acting like...such a whore. Well I don't really want to know that last one I've done enough scrutenozong on - scrutenizing - what is scrutenozong?!? See. Analyzing random words that autocorrect on my iPhone. The number of lentils in the bowl (dad would know) the purpose that bum has in our lives. But hey that's just some of it and that's just me. Image what gods doin. Hey I'm just one of his many eyes

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I move to the beat of a different drum. A drum that's beat worn and torn, but that doesn't care. It's filled with bliss that it's alive, god beating on it, coursing through and through, my drum would enjoy the warmth of hell, the pressure of the depths of the earth, even the death of itself, as god pounds, beats, even destroys it, my drum



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Upset, with a smile on my face. Need to stick to my guns, but that face, that face, what devils misdeed will I learn from this angels sweet taste. Stick to my guns for gods sake...well wait... I'm still young, can't I make another mistake, please, for my sake? Or maybe Its time to take a brake, lessons in a different aspect of life, that would be better than what I missed, birthday cake


- Sufi on the go ( post made via iPhone)

We are all fish in the ocean, at peace, swayed by the current, letting go and letting it move you at it's will. Hook my heart with your looks, foolishly lured, I bite. Hooked, slowly the hook buries deeper and the line shortens. Eventually confined in your abode, drugged. Starved but addicted feed me often enough to keep me almost contious. Drugged, soul dark, hiding flame hidden behind, fed with genuine love, eventually bursts through and envelops, evaporates water breaks glass desperately flopping back to the ocean, spend, reuined with the current, peace bliss returns

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