Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches not look OCD.
Karen Marie MoningI couldnโt move. Itโs something Iโm still ashamed of. You always wonder how youโll handle a moment of crisis; if youโve got what it takes to fight or if youโve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you thereโs steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasnโt. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.
Karen Marie Moning