I am walking down a red plush carpet again.
I smell holy water. I question it. Always was the little skeptic.
My grandmother makes me bow, cross myself,
my little ivory hands grudgingly make their way
from my chest to my forehead and back.
And enter
the pew.
Organs blaring guilt-music. All gather together to worship
the priest.
The priest in green robes,
bald shiny...
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You rock.
and well when beautiful women are crushing on me....i really can't complain
ooohhh...i've wanted a dressmaker's dummy for the longest time. but i'm lazy and broke. These things do not lend well to my cause.