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Vermilioncore
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God used to like me. In 2020 he used to like me.
Me and my girl would have the most wholesome routine every Sunday morning;
We’d get dressed up very traditional like 1950s moggers and get in the car and praise Jesus and sing worship songs. The singer at the church liked me, he used to fist bump me and say hi whenever he saw me. We would get coffee at the church’s cafe. It was so amazing. I would then go home and read the Bible. Early the next morning we’d have amazing missionary sex like two trad moggers. Jesus was so proud of us. I was at the height of my spirituality back then.
Then…something happened.
My life began to collapse. Pieces came undone. Structures were unstructured. The sky of my life turned into a mass as black as pitch and filled with squalor and stifling claustrophobia.
Now, fast forward to today;
My girl has moved on. She’s doing well. She left me. Now every Sunday morning I get drunk and post here about my abused dog @Thompsonz
How did my life get so bad? Shit….
Me and my girl would have the most wholesome routine every Sunday morning;
We’d get dressed up very traditional like 1950s moggers and get in the car and praise Jesus and sing worship songs. The singer at the church liked me, he used to fist bump me and say hi whenever he saw me. We would get coffee at the church’s cafe. It was so amazing. I would then go home and read the Bible. Early the next morning we’d have amazing missionary sex like two trad moggers. Jesus was so proud of us. I was at the height of my spirituality back then.
Then…something happened.
My life began to collapse. Pieces came undone. Structures were unstructured. The sky of my life turned into a mass as black as pitch and filled with squalor and stifling claustrophobia.
Now, fast forward to today;
My girl has moved on. She’s doing well. She left me. Now every Sunday morning I get drunk and post here about my abused dog @Thompsonz
How did my life get so bad? Shit….
