God in Silk Pajamas

signed, Anonymous
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

it wasn’t very long ago. i can remember it vividly. he sat on my couch and proclaimed “i feel like God sometimes” and all i remember thinking is…why only sometimes? i mean, can sociopaths turn off their egocentrism enough to be reasonable at times? this made me think perhaps I could deal with this type of personality.

a couple of years later, with not many dealings in-between the above and below, “God” came sauntering down his Sausalito stairs in silk pajamas; remarking he had two pair because he loved them so much and continued to explain why the soft, almost-wet fabric was allowed to grace his gawd body.

now, while I have absolutely no problem with recognizing one’s own personal power, especially as a man — this was taking it further than it needed to go. God doesn’t judge. God doesn’t go to sex parties. God doesn’t doubt love. so bro, nah. you ain’t God. you’re just in silk pajamas, saunting down stairs in Sausalito and lookin’ kinda silly doing it.

signed, Anonmous

signed, Anonymous

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she’s got a heavy heart, a messy soul, a reckless mind, and i think it’s beautiful the way she carries herself. — sean bates

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