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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 10, 2017 16:45:06 GMT
he is trampling out the vintage where the pissy people go
i was once, like so many of the self-righteous here in america, wandering around in a religiously-tooled hysteria. dying for a judgment day to wash all those bad people over there away allowing me and mine to swing from the magic vine the lord jesus had attached to all our spines in place of a real backbone.
sjw 03/10/17 inspired at this very moment in time by knowing from where i squeak.
from the 'blasphemy series' of poems
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