And I, My Friend, am No Jackson Pollock
Hallelujah, Babylon is fallen. With the wind in my hair, I am the steed of the sky, wishing for the prayers of others. The pearl of the bluest waves is in the oyster of my bluest days. Who is to blame for the follies of all men, if all men fail at the same opportunities? I am merely a caricature of the God who created me. The color of hell is the color of heaven from a distance.
This really does mean something, in an abstract, modern art sort of way. I swear.
posted by The Idiot @ 8:16 PM
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