Monday, June 18, 2007
the house that roof built
she was wearing espadrilles. he was wearing moccasins. their cultures would never let them be together. surveying from the mountain top, it was clear that the land of milk and honey was a mis-translation; the correct pronunciation would have been blood swamp- fecund jungle. it was here at the garbled gates that the sons of Israel built golden squirrels for worship. it was here that the fabled beast came alive and spewed all over the front lawn
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If only Yaweh had endowed the chipmunks as fortunately....
we are the chosen rodents. there is no god but you
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