Book 2, "Faces"

Making things with other people is great. Collaboration, to me, is enjoyable. Recently I've had the opportunity to exchange story ideas with a very old friend. It wasn't anything too in depth, but just the sharing was liberating and helpful. I also helped a buddy with a religious studies paper on the topic of what exactly religious studies is, and the best way to go about studying religion. I learned a lot, and the ever-constant itch to argue on an intellectual level was scratched.

Perspective is important, and while you can glean something enlightening from your past self (or leave something for your future self), sometimes someone with a completely different background will be able to solve a difficult problem with extreme ease, and often irritating grace. Don't be afraid to look for help.

I've got quotes on the mind right now. I'm making a folder of them for my desktop background to cycle through. It's a really fun project. If you have any favored quotes, please send them my way.

Here are some more examples of me collaborating with myself.

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Faces Haunt my every thought

Me is them, they want to taunt

Me is them as a mirror

Or still lake, as interior

They is I they say to me

I will unlock eventually

Bricks walls are stacked built as a barrier wall

Intoxication should want fix them all

Those is us as us is them

In hope these words are in pen

Sanity is for the weak

So this I must not ever keep

And care is for the weaker still

To this I stop and wait untill

Who I am is who they are

And change seems quite very off afar

10/16/11 Cont.

But when it came

It came in stealth

and took me long to find myself

when I did I found it

But now I have it

and in repentant shame shame

I realize it was just a game

But eventually

I came to see

I am not them and they are not me

Only me and God are we

And I am in good company.

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My favorite thing about that poem is, "In hope these words are in pen." They're not. They're in pencil. Ha.

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                          2ed half doesn't fit

Some lives I see are paper thin

Some lives I see are have an unbearable win

When these lives are grasped with care

People tend to wonder where

Where the grasper seems to be

and weather life is meant for he

And when this grasper mends a change

The people tend to see it strange

And when strange is seen

Hearts are ripped from seams

People seem to seem mean

Personalities get mean turn to mean

Humans seem to dream

to dream and dream

to dream on and on

I wonder what Is going on

Is going on

Cont. 10/16/11

And ruind are the liver's dreams.

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See, look at that. 10/16/11 Justin cut out the "2ed half doesn't fit" portion and solved the issue with a single line, I think pretty well. In addition to changing 'ruind' to 'ruined,' I would also throw a break after "The people tend to see it strange."