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Johnny was a poor boy. He came from a poor family. His father was poor. His father's father was poor. His sister was poor. Even his cat
only had 3 lives because he had to sell the other six for crack.
And I mean good crack, too. Crack that would make you think you were Jesus and could walk on water. Or at least that's what the Mormons say.
I used to believe their stories, the spaceships that will one day soon descend upon our planet and absorb all human souls into their collective. I look forward to that day, but I don't think I believe in that anymore.
God is like ice cream, you eat too much too fast, it makes your brain hurt
to think of it that way. It makes you cry when you think of all the friends you have lost. Will she be there to wipe away your tears? Will Mother be around when you are lost, the way she was when you were young? Will Mother be there when you have nothing
