i am a tobacco smoker. i smoke tobacco there
i've said it. i make Braino make decisions on
tobacco and it makes her crazy and mean--
as the Christ. i spend time writing mental
final direction notes how no xtians near my
bedside, no christians at my burial, at my
grave, an unmarked grave where xtians are
not likely to go. no whispering no last rites
but of course the fear then is that you really
do want that because of your deeply embedded
culture that makes you need it like a drug.
you don't want to be strong in your last mom
ents you want to surrender and love and be
loved and accepted and fitting in where you're
going. the phrase where you're going could
even be Braino as the Lamb of God boring,
twisting, you'd think she'd come out the other
ear.
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