GOD,
I JUST GOT OUT OF CHURCH WITH FATHER LEPCHA.
WE DID RECONCILIATION AND HE ASKED ME IF I WAS SORRY FOR MY SINS. AND I SAID YES. BUT IN MY TUMMY I WAS THINKING, THAT'S IT? THESE AREN'T GOING TO PUNISH ME? SPANK ME? HURT ME?
I TOLD HIM I WAS SORRY AND A LITTLE LAUGH CAME THROUGH WHICH IS PROBABLY A GOOD THING.
BUT SCARED AM I TO VENTURE BACK INTO THE THREE AM HOURS WITH PENIS IN HAND AND PHALLOPHOBIC WOMEN WITH PENIS IN THEY MOUTHS.
I AM SCARED THAT I WON'T BE ABLE TO MAKE ANOTHER 45,800 SECONDS WITHOUT MASTURBATING.
I HAVE FAITH THAT I CAN, BUT I AM FAITHLESS AND AFRAID AND ALONE AND DON'T KNOW HOW GOD MIGHT HELP ME GET THROUGH THESE MOMENTS OF TRAUMA AND REPRESSED PSYCHOANALYSIS.
PLEASE GUIDE ME TOWARDS STEP SEVEN SO I CAN COMMIT THE NEXT ACTION TO HEART AND BUTT.
PLEASE PRAY THE HEART OF GOD INTO BEING SO I CAN PRAISE GOD WITH THE GRACE AND LOVE HE DESERVES. SO FORTH.
SILENTLY ANONYMOUS,
-THE ARCHER
I FEEL LIKE A VERY STRANGE CREATURE.
ALL THE ANGELS HAVE VANISHED (FIRST LINE OF THE SONG)
SELL YOUR SOUL, TO NO-ONE. GIVE ALL YOUR HOPES AWAY FOR FREE. AND DON’T LOOK BACK, ON ALL THE THINGS YOU NEVER HAD. TONIGHT, YOU HAVE ALL YOU NEED. (I KEEP FEELING SCARED THAT SOMEONE IS GOING TO CHANGE TO LINE TO TONIGHT YOU BELONG TO ME.) TONIGHT, YOU HAVE ALL, YOU NEED.
IT’S ACTUALLY LOVE (ADDICTS) ANONYMOUS