Listening to Your Call : 6th Day : 127am

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Thanks Allen -
"An aroma lingers through aimless rays.(biscuits smell good)
Looking through a profound wall.(the oven wall that u use to make biscuits)
My borders and limits see past nothing. (Cuz the oven light isn't on...u can't see the biscuits)
Understand not only the outside.(the inside tastes jus as good as the outside)
Watch and see what I cannot give.(your broke...so that's y your cookin biscuits instead of buying em)
One song of hope will appear."(thats the Mmmmm song that u make when u eat the freakin biscuits)

...hilarious.

'Today, I was sitting with the rest of the hungry humans, waiting for primitive settings to become present.
Picnics are always a good way to become better acquainted with people that tend to want more than just practices. Though, it was the concluding event of such a week, we are back to a realistic being that we find ourselves captured by the roots of our heritage. As one conversation goes on to another, my response to such a topic was that this new thing has become to trendy that I only wish to continue in such a place that is cherishable. My resignation toward this well-developed venting machine is not even close for me. The feeling of stardom overwhelms me when words are proclaimed that brought something to people that only few knew of. The credit goes to the few who knew, but the many who know, will guarantee that their lives are better understood.'
Meaning...
Journal entries are the 'new' thing. They've been around for so long though. And if one person can honestly say that I was the one who help start the fad, the power to you. I'm not the only one. Truthfully, my entries are nothing more than possible spoken word pieces, gibberish, senseless poetry, and scrambled messages to readers. That's it.