The sermon for Tuesday, Jul. 02, 2002 is: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
3:00 p.m. Fucked up our perfect relationship? Huh? Exsqueeze me? Sweetchitlin, I think our relationship still perfect; am I to infer otherwise? I do deplore the inadequacy of gross flesh as a vehicle for our passion, but we need to learn to work what we're given with: we have enough distances and alienations to separate us, and remember there is always death that will exert its dominion.
Perhaps we're not perfect, but I do think we are perfectible.
the Funny Show
agriculture poem
my life in the ghost of Bush
time-lapsed (part 1)
unreconciled
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