Joney the Street-Walker by Past-Is-The-Past, literature
Literature
Joney the Street-Walker
Joney, the Homeless Street-Walker"
She is found on the street corner on any given day of the week, standing out among everyday people, making eye contact only when she senses a potential customer. Your first impression of Joney would be that she's a filthy, unkempt, and rather unattractive possible man in drag. Well, that's what I thought when I first saw him/her, and you'd be right. That is Joney the street-walker, at least that's what I've affectionately began calling hir ever since I watched hir trying to hustle a few bucks for a blowjob from a passing open car window, despite the fact I could tell in those few moments that the passenger
Joney the Street-Walker by Past-Is-The-Past, literature
Literature
Joney the Street-Walker
Joney, the Homeless Street-Walker"
She is found on the street corner on any given day of the week, standing out among everyday people, making eye contact only when she senses a potential customer. Your first impression of Joney would be that she's a filthy, unkempt, and rather unattractive possible man in drag. Well, that's what I thought when I first saw him/her, and you'd be right. That is Joney the street-walker, at least that's what I've affectionately began calling hir ever since I watched hir trying to hustle a few bucks for a blowjob from a passing open car window, despite the fact I could tell in those few moments that the passenger
I refuse to believe that there is no God
I refuse to think this is so
I will not get rid of my highest value
Just to fit our world's status quo
I refuse to agree that there is no God
Don't try to tell me it is true
Don't lie and say "there was no Jesus"
Who was tortured for me and you
When you say He isn't real, my head won't nod
And so I will tell you why
My own flesh and sinful nature
Is what caused my saviour to die
His death is my fault; I should be outlawed
For such a horrible thing
But He has given everyone eternal forgiveness
And now my cold winter has become spring
I know some may think of me as a nimrod
Whose mind ha