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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JBB: An Artblog!

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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
Journal comic. Inktober day 13.
Retroactive
Every time I see your hands, I can’t help but think about where they’ve been, and when I’m kissing your back, I think of all the mouths that have been there, It’s irrational, it’s sick, but I fear there’s no cure for this.
Every time I see your face I think of her lips on your cheek, every time you say you love me I think of all the times you’ve said that to her before.
It’s stupid, it’s sick, I fear there’s no cure for this.
Every time you see me, I think about you thinking of all the other faces you thought were the best thing ever, and every place we visit, I wonder which spots you visited first with her.
It’s horrible, it’s sick, I fear there’s no cure for this.
Every time you touch me, I imagine you touching her, every time you talk of our future, I think of you getting down on one knee for her.
It’s devastating, I’m sick, I fear there’s no cure for this.
Forgive me madam, for taking up so much of your time.
Not Buddha. Not Krishna. Not Ganesh. Not Sat Nam. Not Zeus. Not Athena. Not Allah. Not Judah. Not Thor. Not Sango. Not Bondye. Not Mother Earth. Not Mary.
Not one of these gods, deities and idols, humbled themselves and lived a human life as sacrifice for us. Not one of them created us nor loved us in a divine image. Not one of them was Holy and Triune and Perfect. Not one of them has called themself The Way, The Truth, and The Life, and not one of them ever will be. Only Jesus Christ. The Lord Son of God!
THE NOTEBOOK 2004, dir. Nick Cassavetes
Proverbs 31:30
James chapter 3
When the mouth doesn't know exactly what to say, God sees your tears and how you pray.