I don’t have any last words that aren’t interrupted by one parroting my father’s belief that god was a temp. had it been hell and not hell abandoned when it began to grow in our minds. as created, satan couldn’t live with himself. without piecing together how it fell into his lap, we found his umbrella, it wouldn’t open, and we did our rain dance on the earth.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
I don’t have any last words that aren’t interrupted by one parroting my father’s belief that god was a temp. had it been hell and not hell abandoned when it began to grow in our minds. as created, satan couldn’t live with himself. without piecing together how it fell into his lap, we found his umbrella, it wouldn’t open, and we did our rain dance on the earth.
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