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Love will find a way, the mills of god grind slowly but they grind exceeding small. Tyred will keep on grinding and asking herself why won't anyone, real people, not these people who break wind, and smell it, you understand me Jesus don't you? coonigan's infinity ropes notwithstanding all you need is love you cluxes? Try laughing, oh but you are, but realise there's nothing better than laughter, not sex, not even love itself, just wild uncontrollable laughter from god, he sees the funny side of tragedy, I do too, me and god are a pair laughing while the world burns. And it is from the gut, we try to moderate it but it's no use, and feels so fucking good, worth a million Jesuses. ![]() |