I can’t imagine being born into this thing or living most of my life under its yolk. I look at celebrities when they first started out to who they are now, to who they’ve become, and I’m astounded at the transformation. They become a completely different person, unrecognizable in some cases, and so far removed from who they used to be. It’s the complete opposite of being a born-again Christian. We are born again through Christ always striving (and failing) to be more Christ-like. They are born again through another spirit and transformed into something they know not.
12/7/22
Verses 5/5/23
I guess the rain will come eventually, though the radar looks depressingly bare.
Let me know if River Phoenix and Kurt Cobain return from the realm of the almost dead – there, I said it, seriously, this is what I’m waiting on. My life is either an extraordinary contribution to history or a sad and pathetic example of trauma, abuse, and mental illness. Me thinks it’s probably all of the above.
It’s Cinco de Mayo, but, so far, all is quiet in the neighborhood.
Hoping for a thunderstorm. Some things never change.
The Apple and the birdcage 