#crown of thorns

When For Today uses the hook “Take your flame, ignite the world” from Seraphim in the acoustic version of “Fearless”, a part of me died of the awesome.

Passing of Saint John of God – Juan Zapaca Inga (1684-1685)

Prayer to St John of God

Saint John of God,
heavenly Patron of the Sick,
I come to you in prayer to seek your help in my present sickness.
Through the love which Jesus had for you
in choosing you for the sublime vocation of serving the sick,
and through the tender affection
with which the Blessed Virgin Mary placed upon your head
a crown of thorns as a symbol of the sufferings
you would undergo in the service of the sick
to attain to your crown of glory,
I beg you to intercede for me to Jesus and Mary
that They may grant me a cure,
if this should be according to the Will of God.

HOW COULD WE BEAR A CROWN OF GOLD? | Mary Sullivan

How could I bear a crown of gold
when the Lord bears a crown of thorns?
And bears it for me!

— St Elizabeth of Hungary

My friend got arrested in a town called Rat.

I think about how it’s never enough, whatever it is, how it’s never going to be enough for me

And how mortal it feels to say so, like looking at a woman who wrote a book about being a milf

Like how to be a milf is what her book is about and it gave me bad gas

I had to do it for a job, look at her.

This is datura, which I haven’t eaten.  I was going to take a picture of a jacket that I stole that I wore until it fell off me but it’s holy week.

When I saw this growing in the ground it looked like Jesus Christ to me.

Thinking about literature after designing a book cover right now while my friend is in jail in Rat makes me want to puke.

I wish I could. I will take two sleeping pills.

I designed a book cover that is so good that after I enjoy chemical sleep I will show it to you.

This post is about Jesus Christ because it’s Holy Week.

It is not about Jesus Christ but, rather, includes him.

Datura even has thorns, like the crown of thorns and everything like that.

And everything like that is what men and boys from New England say in between the things they say like when they’re telling a story, like so her panties were still around her ankles and everything like that and then all of a sudden her puppy, this little poodly thing like starts lcking our feet and everything like that?  and after a while i was like nudging it away and everything like that?  and she was like did you kick her?  did you kick her?  you fucking animal?!  you monster? did you kick her? i kid you not and

What’s it called is what men and boys from Queens say in between things that make them uncomfortable and that they don’t know how to say, as in What’s it called, do you have a boyfriend?  Or, What’s it called, so you’re a lesbian?

Sometimes I get so tired I forget to think of sleep and I fantasize about a gun to keep in the freezer in my apartment in Memphis Tennessee, and a cold bullet to enter my head from the side

But more like eating an ice cream sandwich, the feeling is also that the substance of my head needs to cool

Sometimes sleep is cool but it can be scary like

After you’ve emptied yourself out so much sleep is like a vault it’s too narrow to enter

At the beginning

It’s like an MRI machine or the luge

I don’t know how to do it

So much for my solarity

Crown of Thorns