imma say a coupla things then i'm through

Note: This will be the last log of this blog. Time to move.

some things are so sacred, until they're shat on.

and i can't believe the audacity of some people. the total classless, base & opportunism of those/ gamblers in the Church
Jesus was so outraged that he lashed out! we.are.talking.JESUS!

hold your mule, as the old folks say

i guess i'm just old fashioned or sentimental.
i honor that which i love or have loved, in any capacity
hold on-going memorials, i polish the memories & put them away
they are precious relics

those are my grandmother's blankets/ i never thought i'd have to tell you/
i expect respect

(*close my eyes to see the other side:
i need warmth comforting companionship
things are rough, i'm stressed, i'm hurt
will she care, i don't care if she cares, she shouldn't care
it's only fair, it's mine too, i can do whatever i want with "mine"..)


ours
ours, our home, our Church,
of love, heartheadclashing sharing laughing, tears
we were everything here
there was nothing that was "mine"
am i too sentimental?
i don't want you back
we weren't happy enough
i want us happy

but at the expense of undoing this home?