Ms.Dog? Did you finally find the god you were seeking? I too have contiued the search but my God is here my God plays with my heart and whispers secrets to the stars my god has eaten my heart like a bird pecking, pecking the stars plays hide-n-seek accordingly and i can only sit outside with a jacket i never kept oh what fools we were We thought hope flew on silver threads into the heavens hope is acid hope is God eating, eating I nursed myself on other's words and you, you commie you fucked the whore her bellybutton is full of snow oh so many different ones my little pretty ones you never understood god God is not in the church but on the toilet on each crapper sits God doing his awful buisness God laughs at me So do I.Birth sign: Not entered
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