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Speaking my Mind part 1WARNING: IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO BIG SUBJECTS OR LANGUAGE DO NOT KEEP READING!
So lets begin with hatred towards LGBT community and patrons within the community.
Right off the bat the phrase that automatically pops up that "all LGBT are sinners and need to burn!"
MY Reaction: Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? Arrogantly judging and even worse using your own beliefs as a "real" means of justifying your breakage of one of the ten commandments (Thou shalt not bare false witness), what happen to Matthew 7:2 "Judge not, ye no be judge." Explain.
Don't use Jesus Christ in that matter because he loved you regardless and EVERYONE had a chance to be saved. It didn't mention race, gender, or sexual orientation at all.
I know you have your beliefs (I'm Pagan and a Voodoo witch doctor at the same time). Come on people and open your eyes to the reality of it because saying xyz things a hiding behind your bible
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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