Trired

That’s an intentional conjoining of two words in an unstandardized way that makes it likely to be misinterpreted in any number of aspects. That’s not really important but it’s the whole point I’m trying to make. Either you’ll understand it, certainly not. Goodish.

How do you tell people that you’re willing to swallow a nuclear weapon for them? I mean, I’m not delusional enough to think I’ll be successful, but I can’t tell that I’m *not* immortal. I guess it’s going to take someone else’s god to test the theory.

I never wanted to compete. I still don’t actually want to. I mean, just look how much effort I’m putting in to breaking out! lol

But I think I have good ideas and a pretty decent understanding of the world.

I don’t think my parents had any 1st Nations’ blood, but my soul is Native Californian.

I think we could be doing a whole lot better than we’re doing right now. A whole lot.

If people would just let go of the go of needing to be the one.

But that’s just me, being another one, telling another one, that I can be the one.

And so far, few flock fervently to the fore.

I can’t tell that I’m not divine reincarnation.

I can’t tell that I’m not the antichrist.

I’ve committed every sin.

I pray, ponder and repent.

I use the words that are familiar to me or chosen with specific intent.

I acknowledge they may cause offense.

I will hope to limit such discomfort, and earn your forgiveness when I fall short.

But more likely the accounts will drain, I’ll go without, along with a growing crowd,

and then die off.

Alone.

Like most people.