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Jun 2017
if christianity allowed itself the profanity of making angels saints, and elevated saints to a near angel-type status... how about i lower the hindu gods status of being gods, to the status of patrons, patron saints... like ganesha... the patron "saint" of memory... with that common phrase... elephants have long memories... shame no turtle comes around in hinduism, given that turtles live to the status of being equivalent to the age of certain trees... like oaks... a turtle-head god in hinduism, with green skin to combat vishnu's blue blood nobility... i don't really care where a thought comes from... i guess from the ought of morality, or nothing... but memory? that comes from something, and it has all the amoral rights to unearth itself... so yeah, the patron "saint" of memory, ganesha, since elephants have long memories... try forgetting you have a trunk every morning when you wake up... and then the balancing act of the trunk with the tail.

oh **** me, i did my bit for christianity,
i played a large xylophone to perfection
in a primary school
                                 nativity play...
what more do you want of me?
                    that's enough!
                     that was a lot to begin with
in the first place...
            and if i pushed playing the xylophone
far enough,
            i'd learn how to coordinate my
lower limbs with what was already hard playing
the xylophone, i.e. coordinating the hands...
now i can join the *gotye
orchestra...
and be like: ******... swing that **** by...
                  i still have no idea why i got
the hard part of the nativity orchestra...
              most people got the recorder part...
recorders... ****** flutes, more or less;
    and then in the light of awe of all those
proud parents! idiots reciting half-baked
truths about the birth, in a stable...
                       well, **** me... let's all applause!
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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