My husband always smells good to me.
I had a void, God. Filled with whores & with blunts. I ain't have choice God I was born in the slums
The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion
They say I drink too much. . . The only problem that I have is that I THINK TOO MUCH!
Luck is when skill meets opportunity.
Lucifer is God in the public school system
I'm the god of war, the resurrector of the horror-core. The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all
Those of us raised in the Christian tradition need to choose to either see God in Jesus or to continue to let the Bible define God. Our tradition says that Jesus is God. Maybe we should act as if we think he is instead of worshipping a book. Maybe we should be brave enough to admit that we are compelled to either become blinded ideologues or we need to forthrightly pick and choose what we follow in the Bible. Most Christians do that anyway, many just don’t admit it.
Engaging in new creative projects keeps me energized. I feel deeply grateful for all of the opportunities that life has given me.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.
It is the human things that make life good, the unexpected kindness, the friendly note, the bracing word, the neighbour's extra loaf of bread she leaves at our back door.