I have this strange fascination with sunken ships. I love the smell of October. There is nothing more satisfying than the sound of a dead leaf being crushed under my foot. I'm a thinker. I pretend my life is a movie sometimes, and when dramatic things happen I apply Hollywood techniques and weep like the stars.
We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing all-powerful God, who creates faulty Humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes. I refuse to believe in a god who is the primary cause of conflict in the world, preaches racism, sexism, homophobia, and ignorance, and then sends me to hell if I’m ‘bad’.!
