Preppy Touchstone

If Borneo wasn't beef then it wasn't White Oleander
on amazon

If cakewalking was blanched bone, then the fat one
I'll take the fat one

Blanched peen hammer

Cape around your travel plans

Drunk Bolo in Gnomeducation,
starring
Breaktag, bolo
research
and Pottery

Prepped out necklace in jewelcase
OH, COILED IN JEWELSPACE
Ring crusty with drug sits on the rim of the tub
of powdered lemonade
And if they mix that's it for the afternoon

Kasheesh; sorry for the caps-lock drama
I sometimes lay my thingy* down
on the caps-lock and don't get anything done

*dick

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[Publicado por: Stupid Serpent]

opening to a random page of an old book:

Jesus was sitting in Moses' Chair:
They brought the trembling Woman There.
Moses commands she be stoned to death;
What was the sound of Jesus' breath?
He laid His hand on Moses' Law;
The Ancient Heavens in Silent Awe,
Writ with Curses from Pole to Pole,
All away began to roll.
The Earth trembling & Naked lay
In secret bed of Mortal Clay,
On Sinai felt the hand Divine
Putting back the bloody shrine,
And she heard the breath of God,
As she heard by Eden's flood:
"Good & Evil are no more!
Sinai's trumpets cease to roar!
Cease, finger of God, to write!
The Heavens are not clean in thy Sight!
Thou art Good & thou Alone,
Nor May the sinner cast one stone.
To be Good only is to be
A Devil or else a Pharisee.
Thou Angel of the Presence Divine
Wherefore has thou writ these Laws
And Created Hell's dark jaws?
My Presence I will take from thee;
A Cold Leper thou shalt be.
Tho thou wast so pure & bright
That Heaven was Impure in thy Sight,
Tho thy Oath turnd Heaven Pale,
Tho thy Covenant built Hell's Jail,
Tho thou didst all to Chaos roll,
With the Serpent for its soul,
Still the breath Divine does move
And the breath Divine is Love."

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