Who am I?

I got born eventually, i became a life. i will say i'm glad to be here. Im reveling in this sphere of vision. i have a biological electricity craclking through my veins, A full flung beehive of poetry i have an endless light FROM GOD. i'm a bag of invention i'm a rag of time-tripped planets soppin' up prayers and scrunched up particu-lars. I Am a human

(I’m eighteen years old, living in a house on a hill in Georgia, scheming about light and dark. I just dropped out of college to become a full time artist (painter, sculptor, etc and all I can be) because have you seen this life? Have you seen this world in which Food City bags of oatmeal get baked by gray rain and turned into cement, this world which penalizes tangles, heart heaps, or anything that don’t fit in the social hex-agon, this world, which is ripe for you to devour in exploration of the meaning of everything? Just this day I have woken up. Just this day I (have) Have you had the pleasure of a rainbow sherbet cone on a wind-hill, has your mind yet turned the flip to becoming a windmill in which currents of eternal thought join your entire way of viewing this mental, physical, spiritual, and joyous atmosphere here, oh dear tearfearbeerleerpeerthe pocket is bigger than you think. All is mystery. All is God.

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