THE HOLY SPIRIT

Art from Outkast album Stankonia

I stumbled up the stairs of the church’s basement. Exhausted and void of the giving spirit. I just watched angels stripping at the UNDERGROUND CLUB.

It was the only place I prayed for my devilish thoughts to come true. And was horrified when they did, but only for a moment because it felt like an escape I never wanted to return from.

It’s where I learned everything’s born from and rooted in some type of selfishness and sin. So, I never feel guilty about pleasure because I pay for everything I do.

The memory still burns like a sermon mysteriously describing all my current problems-making me think “one of these fuckers is telling all the business”.

The shivers and spirit of filling your partner’s holes and body during your godliest and their most vulnerable moment