I mean that. My beef pho is cooling, I lost a poem to write but at least brought my free verse, line-free book down, and everyone is at peace in my Judah House.

NOW, you get a lot of truth and no error, from this little bitty Isle of Patmos.

I give zero fucks your skin color. So hold my pho. I don’t need links to prove my points anymore. Fuck off if you don’t want a 53 year Universalist to trim this thing of “manhood” up and then nourish my joints and soul with homemade beef broth as I get well.

You ain’t open air preaching anything, though I’ll give you a “saint” button today. You’re a goat, plain and simple.

Your god is errant according to the Man who told you, if you have seen Him, you’ve seen the Father.

Gods and gods; they are all the same, here for goats: seen. Little children calling to one another in the streets and finding a way to fight with one another.

How dare you call yourself inerrant when you are backing a pedo, raping, criminal who was forced upon the general populace of at least SOME of these 50 states.

Those Muslims are my brothers and sisters. You are a criminal backing goat.

AND, fuck your name. Many people know I call my sixth child that name in private I hope you aren’t one of them.

Fuck off and go back to your neck of the woods where you may or may not have fondled a child.

AGREE, participation somehow gives these idiots too much testosterone imho. #SorceressTara.

If there is one thing charismatic Christianity has too much of it is testosterone.

And I ain’t talking about my guys. My guys are fine, own their shit, and fix lots of problems like I do.

Goodbye today Rich. Feel loved, goat. You are. Or I would have a poem written that was very lovely. Here: