your last baptism

I got caught in the rain the other day. It made my foot hair all stringy.
 
I spilled bong water all over myself the other day, Black Sabbath, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath was on.

I saved the bong.

Fuckin' cat....
 
it was done to me as an infant. I don't remember it, but I do remember deciding to leaveing the church.
 
I was thirteen. My family was attending the Church of the Mennonite Brethren. They were wonderful people.

The choir director's name was Spud. :D
 
I got caught in the rain the other day. It made my foot hair all stringy.

#hobbitporn

Do people generally have more than one? :confused:

nowadays it's like douching. some people are religious and others wouldn't bother. some are douche freaks and go as often as they can.

I spilled bong water all over myself the other day, Black Sabbath, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath was on.

I saved the bong.

Fuckin' cat....

i know. :( it is a sad day. the cat is a panther. many have died at his paws and in his mouth. he looks like a leopard, and his face is boxy and long. very square. not triangle cat face. muscle. old age takes him. hair loss around the temples. the ears.

i've friends with bongs, but no bong here.

As long as something was saved.

I was a baby. No memory of it.

same. only stories.

it was done to me as an infant. I don't remember it, but I do remember deciding to leaveing the church.

i was a baby as well.
 
tell me about your last baptism.

well, sister...

i was last baptised
this very weekend...
by a hearty belly laugh
at an oddly strange hour
from a position
just north of the one i occupied....

i made us breakfast in a hazy hasty blur;
both petrified to have to perform as i had, again
and...
entranced by the confidence
that i had
in the patience,
for the chance to do so...

baptism is a personal journey of faith.

i have
what i always have had
and more.

baptism is a negotiation of circumstance.

i was confident in becoming lost...

baptism is an artificial hoop to be negotiated.

i am really quite comfortable in the the spirituality found of ritual...

i was baptised this very morning...
as i honestly proclaimed this
to be the best day of my life...;

i am doomed, you see.
no more or less
than any of you.
 
well, sister...

i was last baptised
this very weekend...
by a hearty belly laugh
at an oddly strange hour
from a position
just north of the one i occupied....

i made us breakfast in a hazy hasty blur;
both petrified to have to perform as i had, again
and...
entranced by the confidence
that i had
in the patience,
for the chance to do so...

baptism is a personal journey of faith.

i have
what i always have had
and more.

baptism is a negotiation of circumstance.

i was confident in becoming lost...

baptism is an artificial hoop to be negotiated.

i am really quite comfortable in the the spirituality found of ritual...

i was baptised this very morning...
as i honestly proclaimed this
to be the best day of my life...;

i am doomed, you see.
no more or less
than any of you.

:kiss:

may peace be with you.
 
:rose:
:kiss:



really? were your parents not religious? have any of your friends ever invite you to church?



what was involved? did you take classes? was there a well?

Classes are usual. No well. :D
Every church I have attended has a baptistry, like a giant spa tub, behind where the choir sits.
 
Classes are usual. No well. :D
Every church I have attended has a baptistry, like a giant spa tub, behind where the choir sits.

a spa tub?! that's pretty cool.

i'm almost positive i was a baptismal fount. a brass bowl inside a wooden pedestal. the pedestal was moveable from the space is is traditionally kept (under lights and a special cross in a nook by a door) to the center of the chapel. it was not on wheels. you had to lift it.
 

yeah...
tonight.

tomorrow i'll paint with bad crayons
and foist it as art.

i get baptized each time the fucking alarm rings early, lately...

yeah.
hippy tonight.

the art's not bad, really...
better than the food.
 
a spa tub?! that's pretty cool.

i'm almost positive i was a baptismal fount. a brass bowl inside a wooden pedestal. the pedestal was moveable from the space is is traditionally kept (under lights and a special cross in a nook by a door) to the center of the chapel. it was not on wheels. you had to lift it.

Well, but you have to wear clothes, be sober, and fucking isn't allowed while you're in there.

My son was baptized in the bathtub in our home. Rubber ducky was in attendance.
 
yeah...
tonight.

tomorrow i'll paint with bad crayons
and foist it as art.

i get baptized each time the fucking alarm rings early, lately...

yeah.
hippy tonight.

the art's not bad, really...
better than the food.

the food is shit.

:(

i am just in the process of going. i don't know where. granted there are paths. i just keep going. my body is shaking up. adjusting to different levels. i have to embrace it, if i want to change. there is baptism through the fire. i want a fire. that is what i need.
 
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