There’s me and there’s my guy.
We are friends, although I won’t say we’re of the very good variety, but at least we gist and do all the things that ‘normal’ friends do.
My guy is a good Christian, with full options – born again, tongue speaking, demon binding, spirit filled and sanctified – the whole nine. Me, I smoke (cigarettes only), and drink too (wine and beer). All these I do like an adult with free will, openly, reasonably and within limit, without constituting a nuisance More...
See, Sundays are meant to be holy days (except you’re QoTC)
And usually I’m up early, to play my gospel CDs/tapes
A wipe, maybe atonement, for yesterday’s debauchery
Quilox, past 11.45, booze, smoke and jellylike booty (ies)
That was yesterday though, today is Sunday
So I respect the Sabbath and endeavor to keep it holy
An hour later, dressed to kill and ready for service
By the garage, I met my nosy neighbor - Stanley
His “good morning brother Jude”, I didn’t reply
As the seconds tick,
So does my heart beat.
Every second of every minute and every hour….
Many thoughts will come,
And a few of those will eventually find their way,
To being shared in this domain.
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