thank god you are not emotionally drunk enough to think words matter, right?
or that words are spells?
or that wishes count for fuck all?
prayers?
if they did, matter at all, words, spells, wishes, the prayers of the children of gaza, their wishes, the words of the little babies in sudan, the wishes of children all around this world, would've done something by now.
thank god you arent emotionally drunk enough to think curses exist.
that magic exists.
that sorcery exists.
that love exists.
cos if you did, you'd be a little more than entirely fucked.
goodluck with your loveless craft, your loveless marriage, your loveless family, your loveless community.
i wont be praying for you
that would be emotional drunkeness.
and, oh by the way, your words are just about the whitest thing ive ever read in all my entire fucking life.
but thats a rather minor aside.
