The Infallible Gospel

Read through the blues story of The Reverend Hym wrestling with his Devils. From becoming the foil to realizing his passions.

I am the talking head.

Out here in the State of Decency. Land of Plenty.

Am I the one that critiques? The critical or the poet of my own experience. Am I aligned, unfortunately with the cynical and nihilistic?

Love is not broken my friend.

We are so different but fit into the perfect space anyway. Then we alter, we do not fall out of love, only out of space. We all grow, and grow and sometimes the reverent of growing destroys and grows distant. It is always possible to love again.

We let it settle and salt our wounds, you are our respite. You are always the focus. For you, in the end, is all that matters.

Sexuality is a spectacle, I have desire that can only be restrained by your words.

The narcissist thinking everyone is looking to me so I must stay perfect, to be humbled is where adoration comes from. Humanism and everyone is looking at themselves.

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