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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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we sewed the wild oats on asunder ground they grew tall as trees but fruitless we peeled the bark from some as parchment wrote poems for harlots with our seed named them as saints and angels in our wills we read psalms to the white stones of memorial funny how echoes don't need sides to reply anything still standing or standing still can reflect on those things laying or lying even those things trying to push up from under we buttered on our tattoos to make them new and waxed on our metal altars to give them glow so when god looked down from jerusalamwood he would appreciate our resulting fornication and how we used his ores and gems like wet handles pulling us into revelation from where we came and went ______________ daark |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I think God loves the ways you use His gifts and "pull Him into revelation" ... He sees beyond the apparent human weaknesses, always knowing of the underlying beauty power. Love, Margherita |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thanks ms mar...you are always a blessing |
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