Nothing rhymes within this hymn we’ll see you in another ten (In hell *******)

Make sweet love in Oxnard
I used to spit on my shoes a lot
Now I spit on my open toed sandals
I’m not mad that you feel the way you feel

Religion is a very tricky thing, because what it does is

Cause and effect is crazy because he could’ve done this or that but he didn’t and I didn’t and nobody did.

She knows she is Jesus Christ just one child just like the man himself and shes loud from time to time
she downs some coffee
ISNT THIS STRANGE
she said
DISGUSTING AND FUN LIKE MOST THINGS HERE

Writing about it doesn’t
Help much but okay
I’ll write more or less for me (or you) (that would be just “you” to fit the haiku)

You hold me and it’s not that
Fair of you to do
So you do it anyways