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Push-Ups For Jesus: Part Iii

johnny felt he had to make a stand if he was ever gonna get to see his man with the plan + so one morning he got up & oiled himself down (after relieving himself to his favorite movie) then gone in his living room he started his non-stop push-up-fest (gonna exert exert exert that damn demon away) n’ he felt he would make it all make a difference. down to the ground with the tip of his nose & then back up again, with each push he told himself “get back thee satan! get back thee! leave me! leave me!” & his arms became harmed by the hours upon hours of exertion & further hallucinations because you see when you don’t eat n’ you don’t sleep n’ you don’t do anything but push-ups for jesus you die doing push-ups for jesus. needless to say the savior never came & when the police showed up a few days later they found the lone holy masturbator laying face down in his living room reeking of oil & piety.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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