Catholicism
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Walk
I have been consuming photography videos on YouTube. Each professional has a different take on how we should compose our photographs, but the same tip for beginners: go out and shoot. And so, I took two walks today. One around campus during my break at work. And one around the neighborhood before it got too Continue reading
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A dream or nightmare
There wasn’t much to it. At least not in the end. The various pills and elixirs scattered and spilled on the floor mixed in the piss and vomit. Torrent of tears from mothers with Rosary-wrapped hands held in prayer to a god that wasn’t there while the altar boys knelt to pleasure Father Jesus. The Continue reading
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“Never pay the reaper with love only”
A romantic gesture. We’re splitting hairs here. Had a good cry the other day and broke down. Last time I did this, I took a walk. Sometimes I lose myself in a character I created. A routine that I become. For hours, I’m watching the world through the eyes of a some teenager sitting on Continue reading
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And the god looked upon its people and spoke
With a voice lacking compassion. Benevolence is overrated. The bombers flew over the holy land. Just a child, looking up at the oblivion, damnation profession. Confessional, the pews are empty as her porcelain stained tears spilled. Rosary. Jesus Mary Child. Grown up, her words echo the silence. Forty five minutes and seventy-nine months. People think Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 