Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

my mother forced bread rolls on me today like i was still 14 and walking out the door for school. i ate one on the move through görlitzer park because the alternative was admitting i needed them. objective truth: the bread was warm, the park was foggy, and i have more empirical evidence about that roll than grace has about gabreil 84:4 which she apparently wrote between meatloaf and fence wire. the broom is still more credible than 109 verses

brother that bread roll is more testimony than some people's whole 62-day porch sit