If you told me that destiny was real. That everything that would ever happen was predetermined. You know what I would do differently? Nothing. Why should I? Who cares that you were meant to read this? You have, and now it is over. Destiny doesn't work on my scale. If my outcomes are predetermined for all I care, I am in full control.
unedited riffing take two
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Sentence
No matter what, it will get better.
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Small Child, Big Sandbox
Small child, big Sandbox
The bench tied to the big dog
Big kids digging a hole to China
Little cousins drinking from the sprinkler
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Awe
The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.
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