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Thursday, 9 April 2015
IF GOD WAS A BABBLING REDUX
if god is real and lives unknowable or drives his Lexus on the Venice Speedway then our short religions efforts are his lost change and greasy dust we dug out from his discarded sofa one small minded and desperate day
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