Rather than post the whole essay, I will just put up my favorite part: The epigraph
Lookin’ for to save my, save my soul
Lookin’ in the places where no flowers grow.
Lookin’ for to fill that God shaped hole. . .
To bad I didn't write that part, Bono beat me to it.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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