I hide in the pew furthest from the alter. Any closer and I would insult jesus himself. I clutch my gifted rosary beads tightly as if holding onto a blade of grass to not fall off the edge of the earth. I cry out for absolution. My knees sink into the hassock. The cushion provides a temporary relief from the constant nagging pain. Shame, shame, shame.

By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.

Je souhaite de mes profonds que vous. Je souhaite de mes profonds que vous passez des beaux moments sur mon blog.

The need, the hunger. The Brain in the Jar. I think that as the year draws to a close I have more self-reflection that I can do. It will be alright in the end. I am getting better, slowly but surely.

Je fait une petite pause sur mon blog le. Prend la vie avec le sourire et les larmes. Click here to post a comment using your Skyrock username.