That was my life now. Blank. I was diving into the scary unknown and for the first time in my life I was not going to have a say on my future. So I deflated my ego down to 6 words.
She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
Abortion is not wrong, but its ramifications may be more enormous than most of us imagine. Reviews of books, theater, and other art forms aren't wrong either, but often they're anti-soul.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Restore I/Me/Us/We to our natural state.
Remind I/Me/Us/We that all we actually do is vibrate.
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
