Leviticus 19-24

This post is coming a little late and for that I apologize, I have NOT however been playin the harlot. I have been picking up my dear sweet teenage daughter from camp. It was a great 10 minutes before we started yelling at each other....but I digress

My reading yesterday was done on the second story porch of my new favorite place in the world, The Star of Texas in Austin. While sitting on the porch under the ceiling fans watching the people pass by, it all made a bit more since.

"Yes", I thought "let's stone and burn the daughter of the priest who plays the harlot". "Why WOULDN'T we?"

I was sorry to see that maybe leftovers shouldn't be eater after the third day, however.

But that was a brief feeling, after I sipped my coffee for a while and listened to clock tower chime the next hot lazy hour I thought even more about these people.

Who are the one's with the mangled testicles? Obviously if we answer that question, we need not ask.....Who are the ones getting it on with animals.

I wondered about killing all the adulterers, harlots, the Mexican donkey show gals, and the gay folk. Should we do that now? Who would be left?

But the the man who uncovers his wife's fountain of blood.....I totally agree we should probably shun those peeps, they're freaks.

I suppose this is an effort to keep only the pure around. The pure.....it all seems possible here at the Star of Texas.

After I drive away, how long will the optimism of this place stay with me?

Is my positivity wrapped around the people of Austin, where everyone is accepted?

....the people with rounded hair, mos def the people with tattoos, and trimmed cornered beards, here in Austin odd in normal and normal is odd.....where would these people be if we were to banish the Earth of the impure?

............but the ass who puts the block in front of the blind guy......now that's messed up.