Sunday:
I remember it bothered my family when I started to say things like, "god - that stupid bastard - I doubt he'd understand what we wanted if he was sober and awake enough pay attention."
I have a dream where god is sitting in a beautiful, old building in this giant, ornate chair, strapped down and gagged, trying to motion to the children not to believe the lies of the people who put him in this gilded cage called a church.
but the children just laugh and poke him like a stuffed animal.
I once dreamed god was a pinata full of lies
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