Can You Keep

I’m kind of feeling like it’s the first day of high school, 2004. Oops, I mean 2005. Whatever.
In spite of the fact that I very clearly heard the project manager in the NSA in my head scream “Use her and lose her“ here I am again. That’s what made me spiral.
Not the kids in headsets. They’re fine. They like me.
 But “like” doesn’t go very far in intelligence, does it?
It’s all about what you can do for them.
What you can provide.
You don’t hesitate to put terrorists and drug dealers on the payroll but little old me, OH NO: that’s up for debate.
But I’m posting this ‘cause one of The Boys said I should. They seem to be giving me a little thumbs up, so here I am.
Hi, guys!
Can I sit with you at the lunch table?

Served.

Arigato. 

 

You’ve got the music in you.

Crazy y Cubano como yo, la la ~
#WestCoast 
#LaLa 

GREYHOUND

Alit alee!

Is this what you do to cope?

I know some of you watching watched me be killed and resuscitated again and again and again.
And I know some of you are still “part” of The Problem, but you are working from within to make this out and I appreciate that.
But for those of you substituting your role as a sworn officer of the law for alcohol to shut you up, I am here to listen to you.
I am here for those of you who use drugs to avoid the truth.
I am here and I forgive you.
But there is no nobility in the lie.
And drugs and alcohol are no life.

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Come on Brothers, let’s go down to the river to pray.

If you’re thinking about it.
There’s more where that comes from.
Bathe in the waters of redemption.