Jesus' PoemI am...The son...Of God.I came downTo die on a cross,And to makeWater intoSomething youCan get drunk on.- Jesus
Dear Guardian Angel...Dear Guardian Angel, whatever your fucking name may be,You suck at your job. I think it's time you had a mid-life crisis and got another one that you're more suited for.From, your contemptuous human.
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Just Visiting ch. 1[AN: This is a Humanstuck!AU fic. It is rated T for language.]This. Was. So. Stupid.Kartar stood at the entrance to the hospital he'd been dropped off in front of, burdened only with a bouquet of ripe-smelling daisies and an almost crippling sense of unwarranted responsibility. Honestly, he had no reason to be here. He only even came because he needed to earn those ridiculous public service credits for his Sociology class somehow, even if it meant occasionally checking up on a classmate he had never even spoken to, let alone gave much of a shit about. He'd just have to keep this Theresa girl company every other day for a week or two, and he'd never have to feign concern for any of his dunce classmates ever again.The sour-tempered Indian teen let out a raspy sigh and tussled a hand through his messy black hair before shuffling through the front door. A security guard seated at the front desk asked