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Soul exercize Alas...these are the days of short blogs and quick reads - hands itch to click the mouse as many times per smallest amount of time, and eyes darting back and forth, not willing to rest a nanosecond longer on something that doesn't evoke an immediate response in the occipital lobe (heh, I'm taking psychology). The Bible says it is a condition of the heart. Who am I to argue with God? I am going to confound the norm by typing out my long ramblings, my head-meat, my brain-fritter here, if I can manage them...you don't stand to gain anything by reading them other than knowing me (a little) better. Which is an okay deal. Classical music has made me poetic today. The me on the inside twirls and do squats with arms waved, while the me on the outside slumps back in a chair like a...a...cadaver? Classical music makes my soul feel alive. Symphony 92.4 FM. Anyway. My room is a mess. A pastor said that it reflects the condition of my heart. The weird thing is, I do feel like cleaning up my room after listening to classical music. There's a stirring of the soul out of ennui.
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