Hell Is a World Without You

by Jason Kirk

thanks to my social … sorry, God’s social skills shining through my disgusting flesh.

feeling productive for angering strangers.

“After a while, most jump-criers backslide to middle rows,” PG babbled, yelling away the tunnel’s darkness. “They drag their accountability groups along, feeling bad about not feeling the right kind of good, then feel the wrong kind of good until they feel bad enough to try the right kind of good again!” “Careful,” said Sophie. PG saying the quiet parts literally loudly was risking our paintball mission and making church sound bad to Alexa’s lost soul.

Satan (plus his archrival, Christian singer Carman).

I’d overheard a deacon’s meeting before, so I knew how to filibuster until the bell rang.

Men had constantly explained ladies to me, but nobody’d ever warned me that ladies want things,

What makes everyone assume I chose a brain full of medusa demons vomiting abortion gore?

(Catholic Bibles include an extra hundred pages of bonus lore, meaning an extra hundred pages go unread.)

Millions of parents read the James Dobson books that’d gotten my friends beaten. Now what? Should we beat our kids, on and on forever, long after Dobson dies rich?

“I’m sick of believing God loves us in a way that’s basically hate,”

Fuck drugs, just cry!