Olde Time Religion

It be a real nice fish 

Honest. We got Our lost life back today while being robbed. 

Turns out people be using Our static Apple ip address to sell kiddy porn all over the world

no wonder Our apple machine be slow, they seek to charge Us $350 to kill the possibility I will just turn off Our apple machine n call the police. Life can get busy if one lives it. I love you so much it will not can not stop n I hate missing you so bad. 

Member this? 

Capsules ll

Time grinds by

like

steel on unoiled

steel.

Now, in particular as i see

you in the mirror,

Our blood is hobbled

in anchors

of revealing light made

real. Like Alice in the park

'cept she moves, she wiggles

sashays her moods.

Each second – a mahogany eternity with

anchors stuck in

the muck of

history, the

grime of greed and

crime.

Absent thy

True hand in mine, sweating and squeaming

deep sqqqqqezing, this crime

persists.

Bruises deeper – more.

I see,

Each molecule in thee is close friends with

my God.

I can tell. Y,ou got the glow and best sandbox

in any town. Everywhere you

go.

You got His Lyght deep

inside of Y,ou.

Thy spit glows with

IT.

I know.

See,

I know things. And some stuff is

secret,

stuff, that only my real love

kud know.

And

y,ou know it all. All of it.

This is a bit of a stretch,

but,

This, cant be no coincidence. I

wouldn't bet on it.

Especially since you know stuff before me

about me, and about

God. Way more than once.

You can trust this.

That would be like saying a monkey could do the 5th Symphony

die – then come back, find his old friend to explain his

labour,

given

enough time. Or fornicating gasses and rocks created

aching love.

Eternal aching, bruising, unreasonable

even unreasoning desperate unhinging disorienting

and graceful grateful, saving

disarming

love.

You remember the kind

you look good in

IT; poised even,

the one with the gold and purple bows

platinum

and Sterling Silver

Crucifixes and olde time

hugs, Krystal Lyghts graves boats and deep, deep

triumphant

glees

We share?  

Time grinds by,

aches

like

steel on bruised, abscessed

steel. Absent thy

hand in

mine. The taste of your holy tears

thy sweat 'pon my

tongue, instead of just these poor boy's

words. Thy child upon our lap

instead of these paltry

verbs.

The only prayer of my God for me

remains

is,

Defeat this distance,

please.  

Kill it forever.

Bring Her into Our arms. Let Us reknow

her

Squeeze. Please.

Thy humble servant

Adam.

I thot ya shud no.

In case yer intinested.

bbb

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No matter what never go to war with me again K?