In the middle of Orange County in a dimly lit room of an expensive building built by the taxes of my money, I sit. I sit and contemplate the idea of God. Not in a church, not in a monastery, not in a garden, here, in a public library I look for God. And then some tart walks by in her yoga shorts.
Update your blog or I'm filling it with blasphemy.
FaithwithFroth is not a joke. Just putting my thoughts down. I like to surf and I like to pray. My transformation is a miracle. =========
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Sucked like a child today. That makes two of us. But at least the ocean is still there, so at any given point, a less adolescent condition is avail.
ReplyDeleteAnd there it is, an abstract observation of the ocean. I should write a daily one for your blog.
Or not.
In the middle of Orange County in a dimly lit room of an expensive building built by the taxes of my money, I sit. I sit and contemplate the idea of God. Not in a church, not in a monastery, not in a garden, here, in a public library I look for God. And then some tart walks by in her yoga shorts.
ReplyDeleteUpdate your blog or I'm filling it with blasphemy.