absolutely

2005-06-07 8:30 a.m.

i'm trying to pretend that this is just another heart attack, that i don't, in the middle of the afternoon

think of running back to him

and we serve god with our hands planted in hard soil. we serve god because the only good is work. we serve god with the nothingness of everything, as though

this is a great revelation from the heavens, that nothing has any meaning unless you follow a concrete, a lord and master to whom you can martyr your worn out body.

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