If he weren’t a stick his own self, I’d say he had a stick up his butt.

It is the obscene horror, the dry, fucked-out aspect of things which makes this crazy civilization look like a crater. It is this great yawning gulf of nothingness which the creative spirits and mothers of the race carry between their legs.

God does not seek the people most outwardly capable, nor the most naturally “good.” He works with the most unlikely material so that everyone can see the glory is his and his alone.

KEEP MOVING
  EVEN WHEN HOPE 
SEEMS SO FAR AWAY

Written By Christopher lynn

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