i picked up these hitchhikers in the middle of nowhere in texas. i ran out of gas.
in texas. and then i had on the portable radio am all night, brother stairs from south carolina telling me the gospel(good news) of how i was to be punished
for every little sin i had ever committed, the world was gonna be destroyed any
minute, jesus was coming, and all the women love Him not me, and i had
thoughts of wanting to go to sleep and not wake up. and all around me libertines
were having dope crazed sex parties. and i tried not to sin, in the least. feast
of st.dymphna. natlshrinestdymphna.org. repent ye, the end is near. which way
to repent? go libertine, repent from holiness, or vice versa? and to top it all
off, none of my long lost daughters will have anything to do with me. birth family blues. i may have to flee sodom and gomorrah. but i have no gas or car
to do it with. way out to the desert? its too damn hot out there. lolol.
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