i was not born a punk.
hatred of god had to be nurtured by many things growing up, including being forced to go to catholic church every sunday till i was about 16. now, at 25, that dry spell has ended and i return – with a vengeance.
me and different assortments of friends go to a different church every week. i take notes and write a review of it.
warning: at this point i don’t really care what people ‘believe’, it’s not really their beliefs that have an effect on those around them, it’s obvz their actions. yeayea i know, cliche as fux. i don’t really have a fuckin opinion about metaphysical perspectives, so i’m not trying to prove that i’m right about anything. i guess you could say i’m a hostile agnostic or w/e, or an angry sceptic, which some would argue contradicts the previous sentence’s assertion. i am not a rational-scientific-atheist. all i mean is i’m not there to debate metaphysics, only to report their end result in what i hope to be its most material and otherwise social aspects.