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Tuesday, July 04, 2006
God is still a dog
What is a dead body? A statistic or a ruffled DNA strand castle made of sawdust?
God is still a dog. Can I be your dog?
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
This poem, when I read it, released something in me which has been bottled up for so long and I just sat there crying for about half an hour. Thank you for putting into words what I have been feeling in my heart. I just called up some of the families of people I recently killed off (basically just for the hell of it) right when they finally started having a good time, and I told them how sorry I was. A new flower has bloomed on the burning bush that is my life.
1 comment:
This poem, when I read it, released something in me which has been bottled up for so long and I just sat there crying for about half an hour. Thank you for putting into words what I have been feeling in my heart. I just called up some of the families of people I recently killed off (basically just for the hell of it) right when they finally started having a good time, and I told them how sorry I was. A new flower has bloomed on the burning bush that is my life.
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