I wanted to meet God, but you sold me religion.


christian marriageI.christian marriage
it's always been like this i tell myself, wishing i had been less a fool. the restaurant is silent; it's nearly empty at midnight, like the dozen wine glasses on the table. i love her hair in her face, the way she touches her chin when i say something secretly dirty, and she is gentle, elegant with the ring on her finger and the music in her voice.
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"say it's the same you," she yells, shouting over


The Last NeuronWhen the moonlight saturated the ground when clouds parted and drifted apart like Parisian lovers at the end of the night, rolling away in sleep under silk sheets, the best of their years far gone; when the dark towering woods glowed blue like the soul of the earth, revitalized in the nighttime -- the only time in which a man is truly himself; when the rural TV towers gently pulsated their red aircraft-warning lights with the heartbeat of contemporary earth, all theworld compressed to one point inspace wh er e the fireflies drifted inandout ofthewind and I stoodthereThe Last Neuron
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In God we trust. All others we virus scan.
Springfield, MO Artists Forum
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I hope your apartment management people aren't the same as mine were. Yikes.
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.:Andreas Jakwerth Photography
well, they've divided the simplest air to poems
some mornings, and we can't always rely on "Beauty" or gods
you must learn
but so often on our losses... and our tears.
To the Secret Poets of Kansas, Jim Carroll
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