Giving the Devil His Due

“It’s sickening how good you make it out to be. Makes you wanna vomit. I mean, gimme a break. Who is this jackass, high on the Christ figure? Sounds like you done snapped. Don’t gimme happy. Gimme pissed and cynical and petty. Where’s your wry new take on Miley Cypress or whatever? Listen, dude, I’m…

Dude, I Got Robbed by a Ninja

Shame. That’s what he stole from me. Sneaked right into my soul and stole my prized possession, my shame. Shame ate me alive every day from the moment I woke up, usually late, until the moment I collapsed from the exhaustion of pursuing desperate distractions from the screaming hell of my shame–until the Spirit entered…

What Christ Stole From Me

I gave up nothing. Nuh-thinnng, you hear? I’m still the merciless examiner of worlds. I am the infinite splitter of the atom, the teller of pain, the logic-enslaved tool of scientific possibility that I always was. I did not have to trade any of that in. Nothing was taken away. Something was merely added, and…