I guess, after all, I'm not catching that ship.
Before I tweak away on this massive portrayal of a vision in my mind, I figured I should sit down and face my thoughts. I have a lot of them, some of them are rather cute, while others are cute and pesky, and others are made of cheese.
See? This is my current thought process, and I don't think it works too well with what I need to do, so I should do a little warm-up.
There's two main things I need to do. I'm looking at all my action verbs and seeing where I need more variation. This is quite perfectionist like, but anything to boost up the stamina of the piece in order for it to shine more than its competitors.
Next, I have to take a knife to the dialogue. Cut it apart and find where the British parts are and shave off the American in me. Yes, I am an American who's writing a British screenplay. I'm mental.
Next up, conquering the world with a spoon: what many world leaders didn't want you to know. Kidding.
I don't even have a spoon.
Okay, so it's inevitable that my well developed sense of humor that only tickles some peoples fancy, would escape at this point. It was very hard to tame in writing a horror script. Yes. Why would I do that to myself. I really don't know; it probably would have been smarter to go after comedy, but I had this one scene in my mind. It's in the script but completely changed, I mean, there's not even a dog! As well, much of what I originally envisioned isn't even close, but better. I have to remember that my mind is guiding me through this and not controlling it. If I try to control it, my hand comes through and spanks the wee little creative work and then what do we have, bagels?
Yes, bagels. Arbitrary and tasty.
I have a crink in my shoulder. What do I do?!
Crink is not a word. This astounds me. Astounds I say.
Well, I'm getting on my wagon to insanity now, good luck everyone who reads this. There's a bounty of information to smother your mind with.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Hello Dearest
Round 2, finished. Round 3 will be short, sweet, and to the punch, I tell you!
140 pages so far. It's unbelievable. And the depth that I've learned in myself, the world, and so many other things leaves me awestruck. And still even, I could keep going for infinity in redefining this story world, but I know at some point I have to say, this was my best in that summer, take it or leave it.
My critique partner was somewhat dismayed by my end. I'm going to reread it a few times and see if I can change a chink in the block, but who knows, it may be impossible at this point. It may have to fly with a few broken feathers, or wings.
And, unexpectedly, the theme to Final Fantasy 3(6)'s airship theme is playing. Kind of a crazy coincidence. And before that, it was "American Dream" by Philip Glass.
I was intending to write a much needed post, but unfortunately in being as nomadic as I am these days, my ride is shipping sail faster than I expected. Sad day.
Hopefully, I can figure out how to make this story world triumph.
Oh, Distant Worlds.
Distant Worlds. Great title.
140 pages so far. It's unbelievable. And the depth that I've learned in myself, the world, and so many other things leaves me awestruck. And still even, I could keep going for infinity in redefining this story world, but I know at some point I have to say, this was my best in that summer, take it or leave it.
My critique partner was somewhat dismayed by my end. I'm going to reread it a few times and see if I can change a chink in the block, but who knows, it may be impossible at this point. It may have to fly with a few broken feathers, or wings.
And, unexpectedly, the theme to Final Fantasy 3(6)'s airship theme is playing. Kind of a crazy coincidence. And before that, it was "American Dream" by Philip Glass.
I was intending to write a much needed post, but unfortunately in being as nomadic as I am these days, my ride is shipping sail faster than I expected. Sad day.
Hopefully, I can figure out how to make this story world triumph.
Oh, Distant Worlds.
Distant Worlds. Great title.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Oh yes
Read the Bible. Pray. Talk to your church friends in long conversations over meals and coffee for years and years. Learn to love each other so that whatever you do in church gets filtered through your concern for how it will affect others in the community. Then do church in the ways that seem right to you. Let no other concern EVER surpass your desire to be right about church.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Keep Bleeding, Keep Bleeding Love
Hello. Getting ready for some more analyzing of my thoughts and how to approach this gigantic task, allowing plots to run free for awhile and then ask them to come together into a nice cohesive whole, meaning, the end. Now, if I trust myself that means all of the threads that I have created will somehow meet at one defining crux. This is not an easy task, especially since I believe the hand of the writer does need to mark itself, but yet the creation be itself.
There's many morals to be learned in writing. I've tapped into a few after staring at monitors slaving over the correct word equation or = will my audience keep reading this?
Beyond the veil of the words I write, I have to remember my relationship with the unseen audience. I will never know their faces; I will never even know if this sells. I just have to let it fly and trust myself. And if it's the only one to spring from my finger tips, then shall be it.
The upcoming assignment is turn in pages 40-60, I'm writing up to 100 at this point so I'm not scared. But let's review:
I have the protagonist. She is an impulsive mind reader in the INFJ of myers brigg. A British beauty not knowing her childhood or even herself for that matter. Her goal is to triumph over evil, that's the way it should be, and to discover herself. She doesn't have to discover her past, at this point, but instead who she is today.
Daniel is a favorite of my class. He's like that person I've secretly always wanted to meet and he's secretly creeped from my hand. Opps. I meant for "Aryanna" to be the one to steal the show, but I think this character and his personal circumstances are just too fetching, I mean the death of a sister, problems with parents, and loving the girl next door? He's a riot. My little ESFP.
And you can't have a story without a contagonist. I didn't even realize until recently that this literature hybrid existed. I thought it was just the protagonist vs. the antagonist. I am mistaken. I don't entirely understand this concept, but he's veiled in mystery. A typical INTJ, crawling in secrecy, smart, caring underneath it all, but they don't really want you to know what they are thinking. Keep it on the surface; that way you don't offend people.
Then a whole consort of a cast from ballerinas, demons, MI-5, news reporters, a bounty hunter, orphans, and well, that's probably enough for now.
Who's crazy enough to write something like this as a first major undertaking? Me! That's who. Do I have a clue as to what I'm doing? I don't know, you'll have to figure that one out. I do know that I've meticulized this for several hours upon hours, upon you wouldn't want to know.
Writing is incredibly dangerous, and sometimes in my room with the world asleep I type those thoughts that really want to come out, stare at them no matter what they are and say "There, I give you a moment to live, now I delete you because you are in fact useless." Don't be afraid of the words themselves, the words are there for you to direct, to know, and to be as art for the greater good-- action.
Words are dribble. We must now them. Society mandates it. And if there's any art form to know, it's words because it controls, it manipulates, it stirs our emotions, and it counsels us. Maybe that's why God gave us "the word." Instead of wait till the 18th century at the dawn of film and wait for a film to be made. Hmm?
Could the word itself only be a shadow of what's to come? Why have the word if you can have the whole entity itself?
Okay, so I'm just writing a script and with it philosophy unravels itself before my eyes. You have to decide things like "If I'm going to have demons in this script, how much horror do I want to reveal? What can my audience take?" I know I must limit myself instead of unmask the horror to what potentially a twelve year old could see which is unfair, unsettling, and destructive. Even if clever. Even if beautiful, but beauty isn't the only goal. Yes, beauty is a goal. This is film. Aesthetics are of the essence. Who watches a grainy film with bad color? Not even people who appreciated black-and-white features. Not even Walt Disney, the master artist of Snow White.
Now, I'm a pretty insignificant person so if anything comes of this I won't know how to handle myself, which is why at times I just stare at an empty screen (sometimes with a few scratches that attempt to scar into the paper.) Sometimes I just find a song or two on the lonely hills of the internet and I lie down and think "Wow. Music is a gift." I mean, if I can't appease my eyes by looking at the screen, then it's time to turn to my ears and give them some type of grace.
I am quite good to my ears.
"Quite" I think, is a dictionary conundrum.
So the last sequences are coming, am I ready to face such plot? Can the creator of this script handle what the characters need? That is the test. I am not fit for these ideas if the characters run flat. Some of them can, I mean not everybody is allowed to go past 2 dimensions. You do know 2 dimensional people, right?
It's the action sequence that kills me. How do you write an escape chase scene, with a bounty hunter, guns, swords, demons, a helicopter, downtown London, MI-5, at night, and with only words? Maybe experience Hollywood a little and know what the heck I am doing? Or, perhaps I need to just stay fresh and just let it be. I'm not trying to write the greatest action sequence of all time. That's already been down. Matrix 2. The freeway. The complexity of sound, vehicles, story and music all composed in an operatic pristine production. I mean, it makes you believe in things if you get it, and it was some kind of expensive, I'm sure. (But billionaires they be.) Entertainment at it's finest. And you only have a bowl of popcorn.
It's really fantastic to me. That such talented people who look for a way to break in our to serve the community's entertainment, the regular folk and their action fix. Action is the movie in my opinion. If you want a good story, read a book. But if you want to be daunted by how well someone can capture human movement, watch a movie.
And this is the chain of command where what pulls from what:
Religion - philosophy - literature - books - movies - video games
Doesn't mean one is greater than the other, but it's a morph that pulls a genre from another to make itself. Although, I'm living out art and music, but that is there somewhere. I'm not speaking about medium entirely anyway...
Sarah's here. I've rambled enough.
There's many morals to be learned in writing. I've tapped into a few after staring at monitors slaving over the correct word equation or = will my audience keep reading this?
Beyond the veil of the words I write, I have to remember my relationship with the unseen audience. I will never know their faces; I will never even know if this sells. I just have to let it fly and trust myself. And if it's the only one to spring from my finger tips, then shall be it.
The upcoming assignment is turn in pages 40-60, I'm writing up to 100 at this point so I'm not scared. But let's review:
I have the protagonist. She is an impulsive mind reader in the INFJ of myers brigg. A British beauty not knowing her childhood or even herself for that matter. Her goal is to triumph over evil, that's the way it should be, and to discover herself. She doesn't have to discover her past, at this point, but instead who she is today.
Daniel is a favorite of my class. He's like that person I've secretly always wanted to meet and he's secretly creeped from my hand. Opps. I meant for "Aryanna" to be the one to steal the show, but I think this character and his personal circumstances are just too fetching, I mean the death of a sister, problems with parents, and loving the girl next door? He's a riot. My little ESFP.
And you can't have a story without a contagonist. I didn't even realize until recently that this literature hybrid existed. I thought it was just the protagonist vs. the antagonist. I am mistaken. I don't entirely understand this concept, but he's veiled in mystery. A typical INTJ, crawling in secrecy, smart, caring underneath it all, but they don't really want you to know what they are thinking. Keep it on the surface; that way you don't offend people.
Then a whole consort of a cast from ballerinas, demons, MI-5, news reporters, a bounty hunter, orphans, and well, that's probably enough for now.
Who's crazy enough to write something like this as a first major undertaking? Me! That's who. Do I have a clue as to what I'm doing? I don't know, you'll have to figure that one out. I do know that I've meticulized this for several hours upon hours, upon you wouldn't want to know.
Writing is incredibly dangerous, and sometimes in my room with the world asleep I type those thoughts that really want to come out, stare at them no matter what they are and say "There, I give you a moment to live, now I delete you because you are in fact useless." Don't be afraid of the words themselves, the words are there for you to direct, to know, and to be as art for the greater good-- action.
Words are dribble. We must now them. Society mandates it. And if there's any art form to know, it's words because it controls, it manipulates, it stirs our emotions, and it counsels us. Maybe that's why God gave us "the word." Instead of wait till the 18th century at the dawn of film and wait for a film to be made. Hmm?
Could the word itself only be a shadow of what's to come? Why have the word if you can have the whole entity itself?
Okay, so I'm just writing a script and with it philosophy unravels itself before my eyes. You have to decide things like "If I'm going to have demons in this script, how much horror do I want to reveal? What can my audience take?" I know I must limit myself instead of unmask the horror to what potentially a twelve year old could see which is unfair, unsettling, and destructive. Even if clever. Even if beautiful, but beauty isn't the only goal. Yes, beauty is a goal. This is film. Aesthetics are of the essence. Who watches a grainy film with bad color? Not even people who appreciated black-and-white features. Not even Walt Disney, the master artist of Snow White.
Now, I'm a pretty insignificant person so if anything comes of this I won't know how to handle myself, which is why at times I just stare at an empty screen (sometimes with a few scratches that attempt to scar into the paper.) Sometimes I just find a song or two on the lonely hills of the internet and I lie down and think "Wow. Music is a gift." I mean, if I can't appease my eyes by looking at the screen, then it's time to turn to my ears and give them some type of grace.
I am quite good to my ears.
"Quite" I think, is a dictionary conundrum.
So the last sequences are coming, am I ready to face such plot? Can the creator of this script handle what the characters need? That is the test. I am not fit for these ideas if the characters run flat. Some of them can, I mean not everybody is allowed to go past 2 dimensions. You do know 2 dimensional people, right?
It's the action sequence that kills me. How do you write an escape chase scene, with a bounty hunter, guns, swords, demons, a helicopter, downtown London, MI-5, at night, and with only words? Maybe experience Hollywood a little and know what the heck I am doing? Or, perhaps I need to just stay fresh and just let it be. I'm not trying to write the greatest action sequence of all time. That's already been down. Matrix 2. The freeway. The complexity of sound, vehicles, story and music all composed in an operatic pristine production. I mean, it makes you believe in things if you get it, and it was some kind of expensive, I'm sure. (But billionaires they be.) Entertainment at it's finest. And you only have a bowl of popcorn.
It's really fantastic to me. That such talented people who look for a way to break in our to serve the community's entertainment, the regular folk and their action fix. Action is the movie in my opinion. If you want a good story, read a book. But if you want to be daunted by how well someone can capture human movement, watch a movie.
And this is the chain of command where what pulls from what:
Religion - philosophy - literature - books - movies - video games
Doesn't mean one is greater than the other, but it's a morph that pulls a genre from another to make itself. Although, I'm living out art and music, but that is there somewhere. I'm not speaking about medium entirely anyway...
Sarah's here. I've rambled enough.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Influences
Influences I've noticed in my script:
Bible
Princessbride (1987)
Fargo (1996)
Final Fantasy VII (1997)
Harry Potter (1997-2007)
Escaflowne (1998)
Cowboy Bebop (1998)
American Beauty (1999)
Sixth Sense (1999)
The Matrix (2000)
Final Fantasy IX (2000)
Lord of the Rings (2001-2003)
Bourne Identity (2002)
The Matrix Reloaded (2002)
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
It Crowd (2006 --)
Twilight (2008)
Alfred Hitchcock
(And here's some of the music that's inspired me too.)
E.S. Posthumus
Adiemus, Cantus Song of the Spirit (1997)
Yoko Kanno, Space Lion (1998)
Bond, Viva! 2001
Lior, Daniel 2005
Coldplay (specifically Viva La Vida): 2008
"Release" - Helen Jane Long
Also according to IMDB
Final Fantasy 11 = 5.6
Final Fantasy X-2 = 7.2
The Legend of Zelda 2 = 7.7
Final Fantasy 5 = 8.0
Final Fantasy (the original) = 8.1
Final Fantasy 4 = 8.4
Final Fantasy 9 = 8.7
Secret of Mana = 8.8
Final Fantasy 8 = 8.8
Zelda Majora's Mask = 8.8
Chrono Cross = 8.8
Final Fantasy Crisis Core = 8.9
Zelda Wind Waker = 9.0
The Legend of Zelda = 9.1
Final Fantasy X = 9.2
Final Fantasy 6 = 9.2
Chrono Trigger = 9.5
Zelda: Twilight Princess = 9.5
Zelda Link to the Past = 9.5
Final Fantasy 7 = 9.6
Zelda Ocarina of Time = 9.8
Bible
Princessbride (1987)
Fargo (1996)
Final Fantasy VII (1997)
Harry Potter (1997-2007)
Escaflowne (1998)
Cowboy Bebop (1998)
American Beauty (1999)
Sixth Sense (1999)
The Matrix (2000)
Final Fantasy IX (2000)
Lord of the Rings (2001-2003)
Bourne Identity (2002)
The Matrix Reloaded (2002)
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
It Crowd (2006 --)
Twilight (2008)
Alfred Hitchcock
(And here's some of the music that's inspired me too.)
E.S. Posthumus
Adiemus, Cantus Song of the Spirit (1997)
Yoko Kanno, Space Lion (1998)
Bond, Viva! 2001
Lior, Daniel 2005
Coldplay (specifically Viva La Vida): 2008
"Release" - Helen Jane Long
Also according to IMDB
Final Fantasy 11 = 5.6
Final Fantasy X-2 = 7.2
The Legend of Zelda 2 = 7.7
Final Fantasy 5 = 8.0
Final Fantasy (the original) = 8.1
Final Fantasy 4 = 8.4
Final Fantasy 9 = 8.7
Secret of Mana = 8.8
Final Fantasy 8 = 8.8
Zelda Majora's Mask = 8.8
Chrono Cross = 8.8
Final Fantasy Crisis Core = 8.9
Zelda Wind Waker = 9.0
The Legend of Zelda = 9.1
Final Fantasy X = 9.2
Final Fantasy 6 = 9.2
Chrono Trigger = 9.5
Zelda: Twilight Princess = 9.5
Zelda Link to the Past = 9.5
Final Fantasy 7 = 9.6
Zelda Ocarina of Time = 9.8
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Man, it's cold.
I'm coming up with a rewrite plan. How fun.
This library is freezing!
I never realized how pertinent other characters are in shading in the main protagonist.
I also have no car and have been walking 3.5 miles to school. And then walking all around it from my old apartment, Cheesies, Taco Bell, and the Sugar Shack.
I've learned a lot just in walking.
This is a short post.
Maybe because it's too cold in here for more to think critically.
This library is freezing!
I never realized how pertinent other characters are in shading in the main protagonist.
I also have no car and have been walking 3.5 miles to school. And then walking all around it from my old apartment, Cheesies, Taco Bell, and the Sugar Shack.
I've learned a lot just in walking.
This is a short post.
Maybe because it's too cold in here for more to think critically.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Lot on Mind
I didn't write any for my script today. I stayed up till about 5 AM reworking my "reporter Bradley" scene. Cheesiness level? Presumably high.
I plan to get up in the morning, take out the trash, and fumble my way through the day. Technically, summer school starts tomorrow.
There's a bucket of mystery floating around in my mind. You can decide what off-beat color for me.
I want to step into some new colored shoes and it's called, "How to be a more authentic Christian." These shoes are probably going to pinch a bit, or I guess more appropriately they'll be too big and I'll trip all over the place.
Where am I spiritually? If I'm being honest, most days I feel fresh about my faith and believe I only know so much with my finite brain. If I opened randomly to a passage I'm sure there's at least 50 words, concepts, places, names (especially if I went to Chronicles) that my mind has utter ignorance when it comes to understanding. I don't expect to know everything. I know I will screw up, tick people off, and also make an idiot of myself a time or two or so infinity plus infinity meets the Good, Bad, AND the Ugly.
2 AM thoughts are compelling.
I'm at the right place in the right time. I'm being spiritually fed in this community, as well as being taught how to be a servant and a friend. THAT is ideal when you are a student, and I think when I head out to [insert future] the past four years will be weaved into myself as a guide.
I don't necessarily want to focus on "where do I need to improve?" Because, I am a... uh... perfectionist-- dang it! I know it, you probably know it too. It can't be that surprising, but as wonderful as this quality is it can be a thorn in the side and sometimes I have to turn off that voice that says "Rewrite! Look for a new way! Blah blah blah..." And realize that A) I need a purpose if something needs to be improved upon B) God is the one who gave me life, and nothing but my ego, that thinks it can do things for itself, is what separates me from him.
Here's something basic that I tapped into this week. Christ was/is sinless. I know, a very "Hello, my name is Jennifer and I am five years old" moment. But no seriously, God created him without sin, because the rest of us came from Adam and Eve with carnal sin that's attached to us from the deception of Satan. The ONLY way to rid yourself of this sin is acknowledge that it is there, God knows it's there, you will fail, and above all we must trust that God has it handled because he loved us so much that he created an innocent being who loved us enough to carry our sins. We broke that innocent life, and still he loves us.
The Jews did not murder Christ, they handed him to the Romans. The Romans crucified Christ out of entertainment. Several multitudes died in this similar fashion proclaiming authority from God as savior. So the Romans didn't care. HELLO, are you getting it? The Romans didn't care about religion AT ALL, they would worship whatever the heck they wanted, but overall they wanted entertainment. Their complacent hearts, willingness to murder innocent people is what the false prophets and false teachers handed Christ into... and if you read the gospels one of the centurion's proclaimed that surely he was the savior.
Okay, so I want to be authentic. I don't want to be a complacent person my whole life living the ride from life to death. Jesus' own disciples had doubts; I will and you will too. These our the places we will grow and learn together. I am no greater than Thomas who asked to feel the holes in Jesus' hands. I am no greater than Peter who denied Christ three times. I am no greater than Judas who betrayed Christ. I am not above the sin. I am living in sin, no wait, I am dying in sin. This is a major epidemic that has plagued our beautiful world for a long time. But what I do with this cancer in my soul, how I trust God with it will above all keep me from turning into the hateful, judgmental, hypocritical, psychobabble of a freak that I believe we naturally want to be.
So, I hate when we laugh when someone does something peculiar. Whether it's how they are dressed, the way they talk, or their own faults.
I hate when I allow my imagination to guide me rather than God. I am excited to be in Heaven to see my imagination in purity without sin. At this point, it's like a graveyard of puddles with little rays of light.
Down with cliches that make no sense and have no real thinking behind or in it. Let's be conscious Christians who know our history, in both our self and in the world. Let's free our hearts of social sins. Let's be more than what sitcoms call us to be.
We are more than a tool. God gave us free will to live and love.
I plan to get up in the morning, take out the trash, and fumble my way through the day. Technically, summer school starts tomorrow.
There's a bucket of mystery floating around in my mind. You can decide what off-beat color for me.
I want to step into some new colored shoes and it's called, "How to be a more authentic Christian." These shoes are probably going to pinch a bit, or I guess more appropriately they'll be too big and I'll trip all over the place.
Where am I spiritually? If I'm being honest, most days I feel fresh about my faith and believe I only know so much with my finite brain. If I opened randomly to a passage I'm sure there's at least 50 words, concepts, places, names (especially if I went to Chronicles) that my mind has utter ignorance when it comes to understanding. I don't expect to know everything. I know I will screw up, tick people off, and also make an idiot of myself a time or two or so infinity plus infinity meets the Good, Bad, AND the Ugly.
2 AM thoughts are compelling.
I'm at the right place in the right time. I'm being spiritually fed in this community, as well as being taught how to be a servant and a friend. THAT is ideal when you are a student, and I think when I head out to [insert future] the past four years will be weaved into myself as a guide.
I don't necessarily want to focus on "where do I need to improve?" Because, I am a... uh... perfectionist-- dang it! I know it, you probably know it too. It can't be that surprising, but as wonderful as this quality is it can be a thorn in the side and sometimes I have to turn off that voice that says "Rewrite! Look for a new way! Blah blah blah..." And realize that A) I need a purpose if something needs to be improved upon B) God is the one who gave me life, and nothing but my ego, that thinks it can do things for itself, is what separates me from him.
Here's something basic that I tapped into this week. Christ was/is sinless. I know, a very "Hello, my name is Jennifer and I am five years old" moment. But no seriously, God created him without sin, because the rest of us came from Adam and Eve with carnal sin that's attached to us from the deception of Satan. The ONLY way to rid yourself of this sin is acknowledge that it is there, God knows it's there, you will fail, and above all we must trust that God has it handled because he loved us so much that he created an innocent being who loved us enough to carry our sins. We broke that innocent life, and still he loves us.
The Jews did not murder Christ, they handed him to the Romans. The Romans crucified Christ out of entertainment. Several multitudes died in this similar fashion proclaiming authority from God as savior. So the Romans didn't care. HELLO, are you getting it? The Romans didn't care about religion AT ALL, they would worship whatever the heck they wanted, but overall they wanted entertainment. Their complacent hearts, willingness to murder innocent people is what the false prophets and false teachers handed Christ into... and if you read the gospels one of the centurion's proclaimed that surely he was the savior.
Okay, so I want to be authentic. I don't want to be a complacent person my whole life living the ride from life to death. Jesus' own disciples had doubts; I will and you will too. These our the places we will grow and learn together. I am no greater than Thomas who asked to feel the holes in Jesus' hands. I am no greater than Peter who denied Christ three times. I am no greater than Judas who betrayed Christ. I am not above the sin. I am living in sin, no wait, I am dying in sin. This is a major epidemic that has plagued our beautiful world for a long time. But what I do with this cancer in my soul, how I trust God with it will above all keep me from turning into the hateful, judgmental, hypocritical, psychobabble of a freak that I believe we naturally want to be.
So, I hate when we laugh when someone does something peculiar. Whether it's how they are dressed, the way they talk, or their own faults.
I hate when I allow my imagination to guide me rather than God. I am excited to be in Heaven to see my imagination in purity without sin. At this point, it's like a graveyard of puddles with little rays of light.
Down with cliches that make no sense and have no real thinking behind or in it. Let's be conscious Christians who know our history, in both our self and in the world. Let's free our hearts of social sins. Let's be more than what sitcoms call us to be.
We are more than a tool. God gave us free will to live and love.
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