I think I saw Tyson Beckford on the street today. Whether it was him or not, I don't really care. He had the face of Jesus...and not one of those white cheese-balls Jesuses you see everywhere. This guy, was quite honestly, god on earth. I literally stopped on the street, turned around, and watched him walk away. I felt compelled to catch him, knock him dead with a night stick, and then take him to a smelting factory where I would dip him in a vat of gold, preserving him forever for a religion I'd build for him.
Though, reason stopped me...the great foe of religion.
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You should have put a bow on him and sent him to me.
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