They are going to say, "He doesn't believe in the body of Christ". Of course I do. I just don't believe It is made of wheat. I don't believe in words, I believe in energy. So it profits nothing to tell me, "I love you", because I can sense everything. Even if you don't talk like Sheila, I can see when your words are wearing the falsehood. I've already drank a lot of milk to fall for something one bit weaker. Besides, I don't like flesh, I prefer chocolate. And I can't cook for you the gossip you wanna hear after the night of crack, just like I don't wanna hear your sad measure in the morning.
We're not in the same class.
We don't serve the same lord.
