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FRITZ
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Aug 2017
Drunken Thunder
we walked into town with our heads encased in cotton
my tongue was leaden and molten it poured out of my mouth
like a fountain I was powerless to stop it. everyone was excited they
bounced around the place
like loose atoms and ball lightning. outside a three-legged dog bit at
frogs jumping around in the grass.
it's soon going to be time for mass and I will be nowhere
to be found. i always laugh during church and make mama frustrated. she's
exasperated and I don't see what the ******* deal is. church is a
quiet place, a cool sanctuary to smoke a joint and relax and not
have to worry about anyone listening. it's so silly
to pretend otherwise. at night
i have my own mass with a confectioners Jesus and some wax for my
cross.
It's Sunday.
#religion
#me
#personal
#life
#church
#god
#nostalgia
#mother
#drugs
#relax
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