Or maybe Jesus. Find out what he was really up to.
-- Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind, rain and everything. And though the hum and sway gets me down, I'll find the way to peace and openness.
I'd invite Socrates or maybe Lao Tsu if I had a translator.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know