The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle. Then there is the fact that I am unashamedly Christian. It is not my calling to save anyone, nor to condemn them. My role is simply to love and to tell. And yes, I have more concern for your soul than I do for your body. That pretty much sums it up for me. These thoughts were the gerbils on the treadmill of my mind this evening.

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Et tu, Brute? Et tu, Brute? Do you think me cruel. Oh hell, you do. The trick, the tick. Do you think me cruel? I think so too. I have done it again. One year in every ten. A sort of walking miracle, my skin. Bright as a Nazi lampshade,. My face a featureless, fine. The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? Will vanish in a day.