Music

Hey, check out my buddy Nate Dean.

Awesome stuff. I still remember being in a band with him in high school.

I knew this kid was going somewhere.

A Dialog of Note

Me: "Have fun tomorrow, wherever it is you're going."

Friend: "Actually, I'm going to a funeral."

Me: (Embarrassed) "Oh... Well... uh... don't have... too much fun... then... I guess."


(Thank you mouth, how's the foot taste?)


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The Intensity and the Rush Were the Lie

In mere seconds,
I circle the edge of the deep end
the cement is slick
the water laps against the tile and stone overflowing
I feel the cold bitterness edging my feet.

I hear the lifeguard yell a warning
I hear a parent tell me to heed their cry
I hear the slap of the ground against my feet
I feel the chill between my toes.

I can't stop running, the joy of it all seems so significant.
I dodge past people and obstacles, running for more.
all the while the water beckons,
all the while it creeps beneath my feet
and causes me to slip.
I feel a blow

I hear a circling of water.
all the while it had beckoned me, it was hushed,
it was quiet, I was unaware.
Now it circles my nostrils, it surrounds me.
It pulls me deeper, it holds me captive.
Holds me silent.

I hear splashes, I hear yells
I feel the water falling away,
I feel the hands of those who would pull me up.
Breathe.

I lay upon the cement while the water drips from my fingertips.

For You Single Christians Out There

Yeah... this should do it.



Wish I woulda' had one.


Taken from this sermon


(p.s. mandy pointed out that you can still play footsies... foiled again!)