Long live Hissyfit
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Judas knelt down on the hardpan of the desert, his knees resting on slivers of silver. His open palms were full of moonlight. His lips were stretched into a hideous grin that plastered his entire face.
He whispered a prayer, knowing it was useless to ask for atonement...for the sky itself was in on the conspiracy.
-brotherdoobie
Last edited by brotherdoobie; 05-02-2009 at 10:59 AM.
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That sounds like something from 'The Dark Tower'
Long live Hissyfit
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It's a poem I wrote about the betrayal of Christ.Originally Posted by Skweeky
-brotherdoobie
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It's about free will versus fate. True story.
If god sent his only son to earth to be betrayed and ultimately crucified, then why did the instrument of his will (Judas) end up going to hell (according to Milton)?
That was rhetorical btw, I can't be arsed getting into this.
Long live Hissyfit
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I never asked, mate. True story.
-bd
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Well good then. Everyone's a winner.
Except Judas.
Long live Hissyfit
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Speaking of free will and fate - Six million Jehovah's Witnesses can't be wrong ( 144, 000 of them, anyhoo)
That was rhetorical, btw.
-bd
Version Five
My mate once bought some fruit, it was gooseberries which were red. He then went into a diatribe on what a desert gooseberry was, whether it was a hardy breed or some hybrid. Was it jut the colour which was different or would they actually be sweeter, they certainly looked it...
After he was finished, about 90 seconds, I said "It's dessert gooseberries, Paul".
True Story.
Last edited by Sextent; 05-02-2009 at 07:24 PM.
Long live Hissyfit
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Word play rawks. True story.
-bd
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