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# *It was somewhere  between her third and forth ****** when the wall, came down; a wall  she didn't even know existed--                    A wall, that is,     until love came to town. And so it is,  within the pleasurable;    when mixed with pain,      in certain moments;    becomes,  quite obtainably the death, of death.. within the loving-kindness          of things known, anally--         (the tenderness of a back-door man         is a righteousness, all it's own),         as  it is the intentions of the heart         that brings one  closest,         to that   of kingdom, come. And yet.. an angelic, front-pew voice    singing praise    when heart-- unchecked, can become a clanging sound, unholy; drowned out, by the passion-screams of the one,  once-bound--         but now,  breaking free.         (a truly righteous sound in Heaven,  indeed..)         --and Love,  Love,  Love;         is rarely what we think it otta be.         (or maybe, there is a heretical-hell         waiting- for those  just like me.) But if what passes itself off as life, is actually Life, indeed                      then I choose hell, (yes. again, indeed). And if heaven, for most.. is nothing, but a crutch I'll choose death, over death, every ****** time..                                            thank-you-very-much.* #
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
on hereticism// and the correct pronunciation of the word, anathema.
# *It was somewhere  between her third and forth ****** when the wall, came down; a wall  she didn't even know existed--                    A wall, that is,     until love came to town. And so it is,  within the pleasurable;    when mixed with pain,      in certain moments;    becomes,  quite obtainably the death, of death.. within the loving-kindness          of things known, anally--         (the tenderness of a back-door man         is a righteousness, all it's own),         as  it is the intentions of the heart         that brings one  closest,         to that   of kingdom, come. And yet.. an angelic, front-pew voice    singing praise    when heart-- unchecked, can become a clanging sound, unholy; drowned out, by the passion-screams of the one,  once-bound--         but now,  breaking free.         (a truly righteous sound in Heaven,  indeed..)         --and Love,  Love,  Love;         is rarely what we think it otta be.         (or maybe, there is a heretical-hell         waiting- for those  just like me.) But if what passes itself off as life, is actually Life, indeed                      then I choose hell, (yes. again, indeed). And if heaven, for most.. is nothing, but a crutch I'll choose death, over death, every ****** time..                                            thank-you-very-much.* #
rantings, of the insane. or **** it. or whatever.. --you're welcome. https://youtu.be/sf3KG8VAtJg ~J Morrison, inebriated
#love#heresy#healing#lovingkindness#trauma#awakenings#closure
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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