a breif outline of hydrology
ingrained to say the least. heaven is a lonely place full of guilt ridden slaves. serve my children and you shall surely serve again. "behold i have made all things new." alas refreshment is at the root of your reserection. "my cup runith over."
he told the summaritan, "i shall give you water and you shall never thirst."
in the garden, "father that this cup pass from me, not my will but thy will be done." joseph gave his brother benji his royal silver cup for selling him into slavery. "drink of this cup, for it is my blood." ive been down in life and it seems almost instinctive to pray to the god sunday school put in my mind.
an onipitant white haired male parent figure who like most male parents apparently
thinks out of sight out of mind. children should be seen and not heard.
KOOL-AID....the thought raced through me. KOOL-AID. again but this time a part of me lept in my chest. surly he will come. KOOL-AID! i cryed aloud and wept bitterly in my palms. the red pitcher shall not forsake me. crash thou in to mine home and take this bitter parched soul on to glory. as i regained my composeure, unsure of
the weight reality would impose on my weakened bare feet i cringed. there was no redemption. no sweet lingering smell of cherry. no reasureing "OH YEAH." all 80% of me that was liquid is still thirsty. alas it was i that craved my self.
in his last moments of life christ spoke "I THIRST..." the soldier gave him a sponge with vinigar. how fitting. "son behold thy mother....mother behold thy son..............it is finished." and thus he died... thirsty.
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he told the summaritan, "i shall give you water and you shall never thirst."
in the garden, "father that this cup pass from me, not my will but thy will be done." joseph gave his brother benji his royal silver cup for selling him into slavery. "drink of this cup, for it is my blood." ive been down in life and it seems almost instinctive to pray to the god sunday school put in my mind.
an onipitant white haired male parent figure who like most male parents apparently
thinks out of sight out of mind. children should be seen and not heard.
KOOL-AID....the thought raced through me. KOOL-AID. again but this time a part of me lept in my chest. surly he will come. KOOL-AID! i cryed aloud and wept bitterly in my palms. the red pitcher shall not forsake me. crash thou in to mine home and take this bitter parched soul on to glory. as i regained my composeure, unsure of
the weight reality would impose on my weakened bare feet i cringed. there was no redemption. no sweet lingering smell of cherry. no reasureing "OH YEAH." all 80% of me that was liquid is still thirsty. alas it was i that craved my self.
in his last moments of life christ spoke "I THIRST..." the soldier gave him a sponge with vinigar. how fitting. "son behold thy mother....mother behold thy son..............it is finished." and thus he died... thirsty.
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