the end
no, really, the end.
i find it interesting that these end at the beginning. by all means, go to the first day and read it from the start.
Then, humongous lapse, go and check out Brain Tattoo
Thanks and enjoy,
Reggie
as vivid and specific as it is random and erratic, this is my writing
no, really, the end.
i wanted to wake up yesterday and attend a church service in brooklyn. i don't know what it was going to be about exactly, and in all honesty, i suppose i didn't really care. the point was that i was going to go soley because it was Dr. King Day. i figured church was a good place to be in lieu of community service or orchestrating my own non-violent protest somewhere. however, in waking up an hour before church, i realized that it was only the sense of obligation that was to take me there, and not the purpose of King Day itself. i was only going to go to church out of the selfish desire to make myself feel better about having done something on the holiday, about having done something morally standing based on my own standards and personal philosophy.
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