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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Angels aren't known for giving great advice. I mean, let's
face it please: whatever
their coping strategies
might be, they do not bear
strongly upon the kinds of struggles you
through, and are going to go
through - the path
you walk like a fool,
where they maybe would fear to tread (if
they gave it half a thought), but even there -
is entirely too hypothetical
to bother with, not
when you know they'd really only fly
is an angel going to tell you to do? - That will help
Praise God, child. Sing, and praise
God and kill cities and firstborn,