i dont pray at home, im in a literal hell apparently.
but when i go away to meet the people i used to know i dont mind praying wherever it may be.
...in a supermarket carpark recently, its the most ease i felt in a while.
make of it what you will, i have no idea..maybe i got it twisted.
only time will tell, the hereafter seems far away really.. because im only ever missed opertunities.
its like working for a boss that wont pay, everytime they open there mouths its poverty and disobedience they ask for..
well, mine at least.
Maybe its better to not go away. i stand a hypocrite to be judged by hypocrites..
let me guess, you find that offensive?
judge the bigger man and then maybe i would believe you.. although you would find it a lot harder to write on.
..paid in full tomorrow apparently.
maybe i will write nicer things for myself.
maybe i wrote the worst things for myself.
i have no idea?