yes, the lord is my pilot episode his arms like a power line cut his kiss like a simulated season of television and every year there's a heavenly lottery he's a couples vacation of idolatry
with the same thing that created us in such a way that our bodies would try to heal itself and we ask it to magnify that healing we pray that you bring healing to our body, mind and spirit for those in need of your guidance we are reminded of your scripture in proverbs, which says "trust in the lord with all your heart
lead us not into over-complication trash talking to the non-existent camera my half-cocked journalistic endeavors my black helicopters and cia scanners it's 1 to 2 over under on the drama queen
held together inside manila prisons as he gives up his sense of space and time he runs up and down, spits on his own chin gets down in a seal push-up position hock that shit again, i dare you hock that shit again, i swear to you
