10-29-2016, 09:20 AM
(10-25-2016, 12:56 PM)rowens Wrote: And in the end, me and my religious friends - had a game in which,
after twenty-five hours of the same religious beliefs, we did not believe, and also believed. Let a set - out delivery
story. Not like a religious story at all; some who think about it.
To appreciate literature
you may have to have a bit of empathy
or sympathy for the Devil.
if we hadn't fallen, there'd be no need for art, or love. - - D. H. Lawrence simplified things
to the point of complexities,
Someone shit themselves
in order to make it easier
for everyone else.
And everyone revolted,
whether consciously or unconsciously
they wanted chicken on Saturday,
chicken or hotdogs on Sunday,
heroin on Tuesday of life.
Some people
beg, red, fully cautioned for
before the point.
The assassins on these conscious scales,
these Boston Massacres.
- - - In the end, we have a teedle, a bump,
and someone has their lives and someone
don't .
' ' In all, 's misunderstanding
after that.
That's tough, didn't get the dashes, pretty cool though
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches

