Bobby. wrote on Jan 11
th, 2015 at 10:19pm:
Dear master Light,
stop forgiving them all the time.
Is there an ounce of malice in you or
are you as perfect as the messiah?
namaste
Sheeit, Bobbie, your preacher’s ass is as smooth as Springtime daisies. He done read from his hymnbook and put a curse all sorts of disaffected malcontents: freemasons, lizzards, popes and such like. Dang, boy, your preacher even puts a spell on them aliens.
But not one niggra in the lot.
Goddamn, if I wants to git me a shine, I’ll have me a trussed up ninny with white teeth an a good pink tongue. Ain’t no preacher gonna pick ’em, I’ll put my penny in the church bowl like every other decent, niggra-hatin good ol boy in Karnal County, got me, boy?
We’s Christian folk in this town, you tell your preacher that.