(Brooklyn Hater) G-D, Allah, Acid Baby Jesus...

Times are so tough that I sometimes find myself using the title of a Moby album to sum things up. "Everything Is Wrong," I constantly find myself uttering to anybody who will listen. Terrorists, lack of jobs, the 1%, my cat jumping all over me the second I try to go to sleep, etc. Everything is wrong, and everything is totally fucked. I need salvation, and I guess in times like this, religion is a good option. If following a deity is the opium of the mas...

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