David must have been really lost in the valley of desolation when he composed Psalm 23. I used to wonder how on earth could David have made it to such high five moments with OmniGod!
It seems that the analogy of when one had been lying in the Sahara Dessert of life panting orgasmicly with the longing for eternal juice is not a bunch of carleemarchare, after all; it is how imagination covets and courts the soul to keep it going; even the first drop of salty sweat taste like milk and honey.
All this while the great big wind keeps singing “I will make it up to you; I promise to give you all I’ve got if you don’t give up on me... just don't give up on me. And then the zephyr brushes its tail against your face and cheeks light up with optimism and you sing along with David, The twenty-third psalm until I fall asleep in heaven's cradle while resting in hell.
Wow, OmniGod!
It seems that the analogy of when one had been lying in the Sahara Dessert of life panting orgasmicly with the longing for eternal juice is not a bunch of carleemarchare, after all; it is how imagination covets and courts the soul to keep it going; even the first drop of salty sweat taste like milk and honey.
All this while the great big wind keeps singing “I will make it up to you; I promise to give you all I’ve got if you don’t give up on me... just don't give up on me. And then the zephyr brushes its tail against your face and cheeks light up with optimism and you sing along with David, The twenty-third psalm until I fall asleep in heaven's cradle while resting in hell.
Wow, OmniGod!
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