The Dark Side of Christian Mingle
Saundra was a hot mess of whirlwind crazy. If this was God's match for me, I shuddered to think who Satan would have picked out.
I am an artist and writer living in Dallas. I enjoy salt water taffy, Shakespeare in the dark, and square dancing in round rooms. I once stared into the abyss, and the abyss stared back. Neither of us liked what we saw. As for that there book learnin', I've attended U of Texas, SMU, Atlanta College of Art, as well as Salisbury State and Disco-Tech. I definitely have a healthy respect for a good conspiracy theory. Drawing, painting, photography, and computer generated imagery all fall within my sphere of creative interests.
Saundra was a hot mess of whirlwind crazy. If this was God's match for me, I shuddered to think who Satan would have picked out.
Although You and your Son continue to get rave reviews, you're nothing but a supernatural dog and pony show. A metaphysical scam of Biblical proportions.
For weeks on end I endured my boss's hellish radio station, with the most narrow-minded playlist of the same fifty or so recycled "super gold hits" on endless rotation.
For weeks on end I endured my boss's hellish radio station, with the most narrow-minded playlist of the same fifty or so recycled "super gold hits" on endless rotation.
It's simple: parking garages are scary, traveling is dangerous, psychics are vague, and your girlfriend is pregnant. But hey, you knew all that, right?
These words have been egregiously overused, flogged to within a centimeter of their lives in general, and are altogether too self-consciously "poetic" and pretentious for further public consumption.
It's well known that FBI director J. Edgar Hoover was a flaming, cross-dressing closet queen with an obsession for large male appendages. Here's the rest of Hoover's strange story.