Religion and fried chicken.

Feb 23, 2006 21:57

A long awaited dinner, for just the twelve of us.
Hunting down the chalice that we thought was in the surplus.
Simple lines and riddle, leading the shadows way.
Molded by hands, molding the clay.
A sun shining down oh so brightly.
Seven days of sin, yet still praying nightly.
And now I see what was meant to be.
Now I see the three saves me.

I havent written anything for you in a while. Theres something right there. I miss complaining about life, and---wait no I dont. I love how I love life, even though sometimes it is very stressful. And sometimes I do like to cry because I feel I cant handle it all. But I know I can.

I feel the need to mention Palm Watson. We're getting serious and getting ready to release fury upon you all.

I do like sleep, so...

EVIL spelled backwards with an O instead of an I is LOVE, Adam
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