what kind of fuckery is this

my dad always told me that the McGinnis curse is our capability to love. to love love love so much. he told me that people would take advantage of this, or try to manipulate this, or be afraid of this.
i'm starting to believe him.

i said the words because my heart ached for the declaration
'i can't answer that truthfully'
'i have no need for an answer'


and now you've gone far away

Romance will be the last thing that holds me to this earth.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXe1jpHPnUs

Grey Fiction: Get Off Your Knees-

The time has come. Get off your knees. It will be over soon. You are free, as free as you please. A change in your heart. Can you let go of all that you know? We all profess happiness, but it dies before it can grow. Bear with me, this moment of relapse, because they do not see. And how will I know the direction I'm moving is the right way to go? How did this come to be? We have no sense of reality. It's time to wake up, and look beyond just what you see. There's so much more to it all, break the bonds of duality. Rise to yourself, and be amazed by all you create. Just what you experience is the wave of the life you dictate. Bear with me in this relapse, and maybe they'll see. And maybe we'll fall into bliss after we rise from this mess of madness.

maybe this is a self portrait or maybe it's a test run with a tripod or maybe it's me trying to say that we should all love our bodies