"Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again
And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin
Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings
She says it hurts, but it's worth it
Tiny little text etched into her neck it said
"Jesus lived and died for all your sins"
She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back
It said 'damn right I'll rise again'
Yeah, damn right you'll rise again"
the hold steady-your little hoodrat friend
shit blew up after my last post so it's been subsequently deleted. strangely i'm drawn into this realm once more.
so maybe jesus rose again, maybe he didn't. who am i to say? were the gospel writers delusional? or did an apparently divine thirtysomething actually walk out of a cave three days after being shamelessly beaten and crucified by an angry roman mob at the behest of a bunch of high-ranking priests? i really don't know what i believe but i will make this clear: i am down with god and i a m down with christianity. i think atheism isn't sensible because really what's the harm in believing all of this stuff. i am down with faith, period. lack of just kind of depresses me. in other news, i met dave eggers.
that's me, looking like a dork in between a literary genius and a true fucking survivor.