God Certainly Has An Odd Sense Of Humor Comments

I knew the moment I saw her nude in a figure drawing class in Kalamazoo that I was playing with fire. I knew the moment I touched her thigh and felt that tear in the corner of my eye that I was playing with fire. What I didn't know, when Barbara left me for
Eric and moved to Aspen, Colorado, was that my mind would burn, and that my Ronald James Stock spirit, would turn, to ash.
Shaft opens empty shaft to hot wet ruts of pulsating flesh so exciting routine itself revolves around the torrid coils of mock conception spilling infant song, but birth and death of sordid love awaken splendid drives of self-esteem and rippling up from righteous breeding pools are springs of despondent challenges of lightning sparks of fear. But I have no fear or worth so weak as not to try and die for sacred cause so I shall be what we are told one soon shall be. I, shall be the Second Son of God who's come to save us all, and I, will not allow myself to fail even if it means my death, upon the cross, of modern time.
In Chicago, on Michigan Avenue, I, walked up to a little white-haired old lady in a lavender and yellow Easter bonnet and said, 'Hello, I, am the Second Son of God.' 'How nice, ' she replied, then removed a dollar bill from her purse. 'Here's a little something for your cause, Honey Pie.' I, never did take her dollar bill...
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