Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.
May 31, 2009
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?
God has hair on her pussy, and waits burning with desire for You. This is no blasphemy; you have erected ancient penises in your capitals. And prayed in the name of a Father, a male Childe, & a Ghost.
I was born in a town where the rivers flow free, on a February night when the cold winds freeze.
I got an Irish name and an injury.
Blessing and a curse cast down on me.
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