My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

May 7, 2009

You gotta dance with the devil if you’re gonna preach a good word. Don’t matter if scientists can make you forget your sins in a more thorough manner than a bottle of Jimmy Beam. Times are changin’ and we need a sinner to set us straight. What we need is someone out front who knows what the dangers are. Everything’s new. They put a dead woman’s face on a living woman who had hers shot off. When Jesus left so did that kind of miracle. So many days have passed since his walking on water but they’re out there kite surfing now. We make our own miracles. A little boy down in Alabama sewed goat feet on his grandfather’s diabetes stumped ankles and now Grandpa is climbing hills and making his own cheese from his teats. Did you hear me when I said we’re making our miracles? Yes we are friend. You and me.

2 Comments

  1. This is what happens when you are reading a book about a southern pentecostal snake handler preacher forcing his wife at gun point to stick her hands in the box with the diamond back in it. Because he thinks she’s been whoring around. And its a true story.

    Comment by Rolston — May 9, 2009 @ 12:31 am

  2. keep it up. diabetes stumpin.
    loving it from the big big city.

    Comment by erin — May 9, 2009 @ 6:10 pm

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