Thursday, January 30, 2020

the barf, the bible, the black iron jack.

what profit is an idol
     when its maker has shaped it,
     a metal image, a teacher of lies?
for its maker trusts in his own
          creation 
    when he makes speechless idols!


do you think the bible is a curse on me? throw it away, says r. what if that's another curse, oh dog.

he was just a fucking psycho, like the box-cutter. some people are just evil and wrathful and call themselves saved by god and righteous in their violence against anyone they hate.

 

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