I think they're gonna make you start over/You don't want to start over/Put your backpack on your shoulder/Be the good little soldier
i like to intentionally misinterpret songs (it helps if you steal only a stanza or two).
tell a story, throw in a little context and any string of words can seem relevant.
this has little to do with the following, but i had the time and figured i'd bother to type it out.
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when i started blogging a few years i vowed to avoid speaking in veiled terms about specific people and occurrences. for me a blog was not a place to vent, but rather a space for storytelling. as justin canada put it, "what i did today and what i thought today." i inadvertently hurt many people in my family on sdt by speaking about the life i live with them. i never intended for them to read my deep musings, the language i utilized to speak about the discomfort that was coupled with intense love for the community from which i sprung.
what stimulated this thought other than the space of time offered while i wait for the dishwasher and washing machine to cycle?
it's a very honest, raw, difficult post by ms. armstrong. my religious heritage certainly does not involve polygamy, but it does have an essentialist quality that i cannot respect. i, like heather, spent the majority of my life believing a certain set of first principles, idolizing a certain text, worshipping an invisible sky king.
she writes about her family with humor and love; she manages to wring something beautiful out of circumstances that were incredibly painful and continue to be difficult.
i hope that i have managed to do the same. my irreverence does not equal disrespect for my family. i love them so hard it hurts. my hope is that they will come to respect the life that i live.
tell a story, throw in a little context and any string of words can seem relevant.
this has little to do with the following, but i had the time and figured i'd bother to type it out.
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when i started blogging a few years i vowed to avoid speaking in veiled terms about specific people and occurrences. for me a blog was not a place to vent, but rather a space for storytelling. as justin canada put it, "what i did today and what i thought today." i inadvertently hurt many people in my family on sdt by speaking about the life i live with them. i never intended for them to read my deep musings, the language i utilized to speak about the discomfort that was coupled with intense love for the community from which i sprung.
what stimulated this thought other than the space of time offered while i wait for the dishwasher and washing machine to cycle?
it's a very honest, raw, difficult post by ms. armstrong. my religious heritage certainly does not involve polygamy, but it does have an essentialist quality that i cannot respect. i, like heather, spent the majority of my life believing a certain set of first principles, idolizing a certain text, worshipping an invisible sky king.
she writes about her family with humor and love; she manages to wring something beautiful out of circumstances that were incredibly painful and continue to be difficult.
i hope that i have managed to do the same. my irreverence does not equal disrespect for my family. i love them so hard it hurts. my hope is that they will come to respect the life that i live.
Shan, I love you still. One day you will remember that Mom prayed for your soul. Please dear God, not before it's too late.
lym, your loving mamala
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Anonymous |
10:13 AM
I love you still! Shan, it is my deepest, heart-felt desire that you will, one day, come to appreciate my prayers for you. Please, dear God, not before it is too late. lym, your loving Mamala
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10:15 AM