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God AlmaybeI'm creating my own supreme being
He's six-five, and he likes to gamble
Don't ask Einstein
My old system required solitude
And short prayers
Directed nowhere in particular
Is this what God is?
Something we mold,
Something that fits our eccentricities,
My higher power must be real.
I've suffered no terrible consequences
After all the horrible things I've done.
My higher power must be betting on me.
Right On TimeWhen I saw you
I was awestruck
I was doomed
You could never sin in my eyes
When I touched you
I was speechless
I was happy
You could barely be more than a dream
When I held you
I was hopeful
I was selfish
You were everything I'd ever wanted
The Real Truth: MarijuanaThe Real Truth: Why People Smoke Marijuana
If someone ever tells you they smoke because they "just enjoy the act of smoking", or really, anything else. They're lying.
The reason people smoke is because after you smoke you can sit down to a song and it takes you. That song is the only thing in the world. All of your attention and analysis are focused on something that seems to be playing just for you.
Sure, anyone could love something that much sober, but that would take a lot of effort. With marijuana, it's natural. Patience is freely given to you.
People smoke weed because, honestly, it takes real effort to be that human sometimes.
AlcoholicWe drink because we're from the country
We drink because we're from the city
We drink because we're still young
We drink because we're too old
We drink because our parents abandoned us
We drink because our parents were strict with us
We drink when our children are born
We drink when our dog dies
We drink Blood Marys at breakfast
We drink martinis at lunch
We drink wine with dinner
And we have a scotch on the rocks to cap off the night
We need no rhyme or reason,
We rarely even need a glass,
We barely even need to be awake
If there's a drink, then a drink we'll take
Stealing WednesdayJust this once,
let it be an angel plume
floating on the borrowed breeze.
Something living but also alive.
A bouquet of forget-me-nots nestled
in the arms of Alzheimer's
the hands of hatred.
We aren't asking for a field-
The strength to take back tomorrow
Just this once,
Give us something we deserve:
The hidden dirt road
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More