A lil more of the continuation from my first improv., warming up:
I'm trying to be more of Alissa daily and
increase my love for the lord but its hard when perfection is the image and the
scrimmage is no more than the devils present offensive starin me down and I
scream hike...high, is how much I wish that those wings you sketched would
levitate me past the bonds of a unlived life, of the life non-altered by
offerings and capture a relic from my ancestors that would allow me to spit
what comes natural. I will not I will not I will not I will not now be the
belief that spurs my skin into disbelief that my soul is no black hole, it is a
holy blackness that deserves to be preached for, reached for like aborted
babies clambering their way to heaven. Or animals whose owners twist their
fragility. I'm open...i will not I will not I will not I will not now this
right instance be...me
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