If I have my choice I will be crucifying my flesh in a mound of female anatomy (premarital) preferably...and sanctifying my spirit with holy water poured from a Vodka bottle. And not feeling the slight bit guilty about wallowing in "sin". I think about these sins daily, if not every minute and the emotions they bring ALWAYS make me happy.
If I give thanks for anything, it's for not allowing myself to be burdened by the primitive morality of a made up prophet in a foreign desert whose teachings just read as common sense but whose pristine ideology and dogma are as irrelevant as giving thanks to Zeus for nice weather.
It is an amazing feeling to not be burdened by the entire idea of sin or ANY religious dogma, its like shedding a heavy coat of armor so you can finally swim and experience this life for everything it has to offer.





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