Nuts Don’t Come In Bunches. Only Grapes

I'm So Horny The Crack Of Dawn Isn't Safe.

Most People Who Are Trying To Write Kind Of Sit In Their Basements And Pull It Out Of Their Imaginations.

They Don't Have A Lot Of Crime In The Countryside Other Than Theft. But Every Once In A While, Things Turn Ugly, And When They Turn Ugly, They Turn Very Ugly.

As An Individual With My Own Hurts, I Go Into The Garden (gethsemane) As Often As I Need To. There I Identify With The Pain In The Other, With My Part In That Pain, My Part In Tempting Someone To Wound Me. I Experience The Other's Pain, And God's Pain, And Am Devastated - Because Their Pain Becomes My Own. Feeling Such Anguish, I Can Forgive, Or Deeply Repent, Either For Myself Or On Behalf Of The Other.

Nuts Don’t Come In Bunches. Only Grapes Do.