A Dreadful Night
Tonight I could barely breathe with grief They asked me to sing, but not crying took all I had. In the end I had to leave.
I'm a linguist, baby.
Tonight I could barely breathe with grief They asked me to sing, but not crying took all I had. In the end I had to leave.
Show me the snib, Show me the latch, Show me the hook, The thingamijig, the whatdyoumacallit for the hatch. How does this fit together. There has to be a catch.
I believe hell is not a place where God "puts" you because you are bad or because you don't believe in him. Hell is the place we willingly walk towards with every step we take away from God.
Homosexuality is wrong. Women are less than men. If you believe, you'll be rich. Anyone who does not believe in me in this life is going to hell in the next one. (more to come on this point).
Is it because I want to, or is it a complex adaptation, which will somehow improve my chances of survival?.
If I told you you're wrong, And you knew it was so, Would you cover it up. Or let the world know?.
I do not believe in order to simplify my world, Nor to muffle my grief, Nor to cement my place in society. For since I became a Christian, my world has never seemed so complex.
Come now, Petal. Show me your metal. You know it's time to bake with better butter. Life, Petal, is like chocolate cake, Eat it up you skinny rake. For this man, Petal, is margarine.
This morning, I got up and felt too lazy to get dressed, so I nipped outside to the balcony, whereupon my pyjama bottoms were hanging. I put them on.