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Goodtime Jesus (1979) James Tate Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How ’bout some coffee? Don’t mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 114.36.11.6 (臺灣) ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1711378139.A.1C2.html
hahastarr: Nice. Sounds like a job I attended. 03/29 09:05