I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
- Chuck Palahniuk
(excerpt from his novel: Fight Club)
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amberdawnpullin) wrote,
goldmourn
unique snowflake of special unique specialness
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poems: 30 May 2019
wolf heart I can’t with your doubt of me. Oh but you will always be a howl in my heart. - adp, 30 May 2019 @ 9:30am explanation Yes,…
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(poem) april 3rd/4th, 2019
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(poem) april 2nd, 2019
shit talking thought of a poem in the washroom but I don't write in there so words are lost to air with the smoke of lit matches dirty thoughts…
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