Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Hey Look, He Listens to Christian Rock

Paddle boats swamped in seal-haired girls, red-water pavilions of pizza and fudge, the blue blubber of dad’s white neck—swum in a sea of stupidity. He fingered the comb in his pocket, knew it’d never make a difference. All he could trust in was Jesus, stupid savior, beautiful boy.

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