Someone told me that today was my day.
In Harlem today, confusion reigns. Thank God for DNA testing.
The flesh revels the horrors within.
Four months shy of seven years. Seven years of knowing who this body belongs to, it's seen better days. Still, not too bad after hanging on a cross until dead. Why are those things still around, crosses? How about a hanging noose instead? Does anyone of you think that's what Jesus wants to see on his return, the cross that killed him? Imagine if you were run over by a bus, would you want to see buses every fucking where?
Get rid of the crosses, seriously they are no longer needed. The dude that was nailed to it has PTSD. Think about that.
My Son is 6'4" My other Son, 6'3".
I'm' 6'2".
Baron and my kids will get along famously. He's welcome here anytime.