God told me once that I could never get into heaven unless baby Jesus broke my kneecaps. I've said some things he felt he could never allow to just slide.
I also used to feed quarters to ducks. If you feed them enough, they sink to the bottom of the lake.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
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