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08.07.2002
I'm 33 years old now,
the same age Jesus was when he died. I better get movin'. All
this time, what have I accomplished? Nothin'. Not a goddamn thing.
Not like Ice Cream Jesus.
Ice Cream Jesus knows
about ice cream. Ice Cream Jesus makes eaty faces to wash away
our sins. The scars on his head and the spikes on his wrists
remind us of his eternal sacrifice. His Father's House is a house
of prayer, and we have made it a den of thieves; but still he
toils for us. How?
He sells ice cream. He
is Ice Cream Jesus.
I got a lot of catching
up to do before I'm equal to Jesus Christ. But I could live a
hundred lifetimes and never be the kind of man that Ice Cream
Jesus is.
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