I Accuse the Church and the State
God is not the truth- the Truth is god
Just Another Man
A Story of the Nazi Massacre of Kalavyrta
Bedtime Stories
Musings of a Cynic
- "My Prayer to the Lord"
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An Excerpt From: "My Prayer to the Lord"
JC says, “An emergency, Johnny. Gotta raise me a C without breaking th’ motherfuckin’ law, on account, Johnny, I’m allergic to them thick walls o’ them motherfuckin’ coolers,” he says. Then he says, “Johnny, may th’ Almighty strike me dead, I got me a cinch on th’ fifth, an’ I’m goin’ insane on account I’m short on funds, an’ Johnny, if I fail to come up with th’ motherfuckin’ bread to lay on th’ cinch horse, believe ya me, Johnny, yer pal JC, Johnny, he gonna blow his motherfuckin’ brains, on account a nigger by th’ name JC Washington’s tap city since last Christmas, an’ here th’ next Christmas’s around th’ corner,” he says.
“That’s an interestin’ story, JC,” I says. Then I says, “What else is new, my man?”
JC says, “Johnny, please, ya gotta help out yer ol’ pal.” Then he says, “This nigger here, he’s so motherfuckin’ desperate, Johnny, he figurin’ to shove th’ business end o’ his snub-noser inside his trap and take th’ motherfuckin’ back-gate commute, unless he can dig up some loot to lay on his tip horse in th’ fifth. Hear me out, Johnny. Ya my sole salvation, brothaah,” the nigger says.
I says, “JC,” I says, “with all due respect,” I says, “me, I look to you like a fuckin’ banker?”
“Ain’t aksin’ for no handouts, Johnny. Simply liquidatin’ some assets,” he says. Then he says, “Letcha have th’ Lord for six bits, Johnny. See, Johnny, th’ Lord’s worth lotsa cabbage. Why, a lousy six bits for th’ Lord, Johnny, it’s a steal,” he says.
“JC, who the fuck’s the Lord?” I says.
“My parrot.”
I says, “That’s a screwy name for a fuckin’ parrot.”
“Johnny,” says JC, “th’ Lord ain’t no ordinary parrot, maaan. My parrot, he fancy he’s th’ Big Daddy upstairs.”
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