Dry Spell

I need comfort to create.

Comfort in the form of many things.

Wealth.

Wealth will provide me the space.

Health.

Health will provide me the space.

Happiness.

Happiness will provide me the space.

The space to create.

Do I pray for these things?

Or manifest them...?

Time is not of the essence.

Age is the wound given at birth.

I don't want to fit in.

I want to stand out.

As I create in discomfort...

They say the best creations are made when there's turmoil in your life.

I live my life in front of you.

Can you see it?

Can you see it ALL?

Welcome Mat

Thanks for joining me!

Sorry my place is a mess.
I wasn't expecting high standards.

I thought you knew me.

I'm a dirty white boy trapped in a preppy black kid's body.

I merge the two, you know?

It smells, but you get used to the smell.

That doesn't mean I tolerate YOUR smell.
You know how to do better.

Show me!

Smile Again

I never smile when I sin.
It's not that I sin out of spite for God.
I don't even think I sin.
I think the dark side has a lot to prove to make me one of them.

But The Light is arrogant.

The arrogance of The Light is projected unto The Darkness.

Conceit is a sin.

And I never smile.

Insecurities, yes.
But I know I'm doing wrong.

Check me when you're God.