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August 15th, 2006 at 9:20 pm by sillyjoe (Around the Interweb, Life and Introspection)
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It was as if we were broken, I thought, as if we were never supposed to feel these sticky emotions. It was as if we were cracked, couldn’t love right, couldn’t feel good things for very long without screwing it all up. We were like gasoline engines running on diesel. I was just a kid so I couldn’t put words to it, but every kid feels it. (I am talking about the broken quality of life.) A kid will think there are monsters under his bed, or he will close himself I his room when his parents fight. From a very early age our souls are taught there is a comfort and a discomfort in the world, a good and bad if you will, a lovely and a frightening.
— Donald Miller, "Blue Like Jazz"
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Jeff H said,
August 15th, 2006 at 10:25 pm
These guys were at Cornerstone Festival this past summer and I bought some t-shirts from them. Renee’s story is amazing. Thanks for posting this.