My body is no temple. It is dusty, downtrodden shacks in the streets of Detroit. It is Dresden destroyed. It is the ivy my mother gave me on Easter. She told me it was easy to tend to, so I took resilliance for imortality. That ivy is dead now. Dried up like every plant I’ve tried to maintain. My body is no temple. No glistening stone floors, no fresco ceilings, no arches, no oyster shells, no pearls. Not even a bell tower or a pew. My body is a dilapidated general store in Money, Mississippi. No Al Sheddai lives here. Only Emmett Till and his murderers.
Anonymous asked: Lol half of your followers are on tumblrdatinggame(.)com
Uhhhh ok
Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?
Uhhhh I didn’t know that was a thing…
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