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About Me

I'm Callum...
It is not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy. The bee is praised. The mosquito is squatted.
Fall in love or fall in hate.
Get inspired or be depressed.
Ace a test or flunk a class.
Make babies or make art.
Speak the truth or lie and cheat.
Dance on tables or sit in the corner.
Life is divine chaos. Embrace it.
Forgive yourself. Breathe.
And enjoy the ride...
(Solbeam)
Sure, go make the choices you make day after day, please. Then the world will know you lived a life free from everyone elses. Just dont make choices that avoid pain, fear, and uncertainty. Because if we all lived that way, we would be missing so much in this world. Take a second every time you're knocked down to learn, take every step forward to rejoice, take every breathe like its your last and find the value in the moments you pass, with a simple math equasion, you will realize the number becomes infinitive.

I barely use this anymore


Isaiah 6:5

"Oh no! I will be destroyed. I am not pure, and I live among people who are not pure, but I have seen the King, the LORD All-Powerful"
Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
"I'll love you only"
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
say what you can't say
love to say this in your ear,
"I'll love you that way"
from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?
I barely use this anymore.
msn: [email protected]

My Blog

I may be a machine.

The back lawn gives a long face,I try to hide quickly in a starving winterthere is no warm or cold, ...and I blared home every song that reminded me of youShaded by clouds, the sun hid and it was some...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 20:27:00 GMT

dear operator: this bloodline is dead

you cut me out like a scrap book project, throwing shreds of me into the waste, and it wasnt a wastebut i liked it best, when we knew what we were going to befrom what i recall scissors wern't part of...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 10:44:00 GMT