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lying here like dead cartoons with X's in my eyes
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unhinged never had much to do with jesus for me; just her. just olga . 090317
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unhinged and maybe a vague sense of creepiness thanks to the realistic statues in the catholic church i attended with her when i was little, not really knowing so much what it was about besides standing and sitting and kneeling and everyone reciting this thing together (which also creeped me out that somehow everyone knew the words but me) and the smell of the gold thing the priest carried and how people pretended they were eating and drinking jesus (once again, creepy) and the priest flinging water on everyone, which i had the vague notion to dodge since i've always been afraid of water.

and then as i got older and realized that the romans crucified a lot of people on crosses, i thought it was a pretty morbid symbol, not sure why catholics would want to wear one everyday. mine never symbolized jesus as sacreligious as that might seem to some. it did symbolize love though. the love my grandma taught me.
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