God and Steve

Do i dare indulge in forbidden fruit, even after it's been offered? And forget about the snake coercing me, it's the delicious, fragrant, and juicy fruit itself that has convinced me.

I will.

The devil doesn't seem like such an opposite to the deity after watching his projectors; Blakes reading of Milton.

Wait, I'll follow her down.

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Steve says "Lets fuckkkk. I wanna fuckk," after being interupted by an uncalled for call. "...I was really into what I was reading."

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So yeah, biblical allusions... They are pervasive in school, while often wearing simulacrums of nature in a romantic sense, or maybe rhetoric of heavenly design (Alexander Pope for shizzle). I was under the impression that scholastic places, nowadays at least, tried to skirt ecclesiastical subjects. Avoiding major themes in world literature is not what I'm about, so I dive in head on.

I'm down with many gods: many armed gods are handy, dope deities are definitly dope, and I'm buddies with Buddha. All humor aside, fuck it, I'm going to bed. My english class is canceled tomorrow. The God of small things must be displeased with the way my teacher praises the key names of the Enlightenment; their ability to preceive God in the perfect design of sea shells. Maybe the Romantics had it right with pastoral idylls. I'll find out when my teacher gets better, or when I become a conduit for Dios on earth.