I wanted to be holy. I just knew that I couldn’t. The day my mother sat in front of me and said, “You aren’t my son.” It was betrayal of the utmost importance. I was finally free.
holy, god. i’m agnostic, but sometimes i do believe someone’s watching over me. HOLY. 60 seconds. holy’s for religion. sometimes to use with swears, i mean that’s what i do. usually. that’s bad isn’t it. oh let me be, lettt it be, let it be. holy good god the beatles are good god.
The two men walked into the church. The men demanded to speak directly to God. One man, known only as the Holy One, was quite vocal. He screamed at the top of his lungs. A church official asked if there was a problem. The Holy One said
Holy is like something that is more than significant. It is not a way of life, but life itself – without it, life is without meaning. Only the Holy things matter before your time runs out, the rest is icing.
Holy is religion, which is myth created to help people explain the unexplainable. This means that things outside of church can be holy. Yogurt can be holy as it explains what happens to milk when it meets bacteria.
When i think of the time we first used holy in a church, the word never stuck I never thought it would come back and bite me in the ass as I was reading my brothers eulogy. why cant we simply forgive those who let us down instead of use shitty words like…he is holy
she never was religious. i’m sure she would have much preferred to just be creamated, no church service or anything. maybe a small get together, a wake perhaps. i mean, after all she practically cringed everytime she touched holy water, i would swear she had some allergy to it or something.
The holy water burnt his skin. “The power of Christ compels you!” exclaimed the priest. After a moment of silence, the exorcism was complete. The happenings of the past month all seemed to vanish in an instant. He was finally free from the devil within.
Ever since I can remember about grade school, we would have weekly masses. I don’t remember being touched by the actual ceremony, but the feeling of hundreds of people coming together, filling the rows and singing loud enough to “fill the church” made me feel religious.
holy moly. man forget about religion. thats old school. the newest generation doesn’t need to believe in a higher being to believe in life. Its more about tradition when celebrating a holiday than it is about the religion itself. God this god that. Hey we’re here. and were all going to die. Thats the way it is.
moly jesus christ look at you in the sky. you ask time and time again when will I be saved. I say to you, when you save yourself. when you, yourself save, yourself. there is no god above there is no jesus christ. all we have is ourselves, what is tangible what is real, what you can FEEL. inside you emotions, feelings, oh pinch me is this real? it is, it is no joke. it is living it is life. yo’ve got only one. to live.
“holy cow. this broccoli is amazin, i never thought it would taste this good. can you make me some more?” the kid said, as his mother put some more broccoli on his plate. As soon as she put is plate on the table, she had a sudden heart attack. She died.
A man with a beard. Brown hair, brown eyes. Also refers to an article of clothing. Mostly things worn by men (ex. dad and boyfriend). Cheese comes to mind. Light cascading down upon a figure making them seem almost like an illusion…
oh holiness of the holiest oh dark chocolate wars how much i love the sweetness of your taste on my tongue and how you stick to the palate of my mouth. i can spread that sweet goodness over any
two-thirds of the cathedral
drilled the holes
candle-waiting through
the emerging bliss
dewey decimal postulants
gambling for their lives
the teensiest
eensiest soul
feening for god’s glory
astroplaning
all the didgeridoo
nonsense of castle dreams,
the baked goods
twining vision
with affirmation,
doodle time
envigorating
all our cattle drives
to the altar
spilling tithes
east & west
granulated saintliness
playground pieties
a most vertical integration
in the names of
the most seemly.
Holy hell I’m about to explode this is really random olololololololololololBOOOOOOMMMMMM
okay i dont know why but im spazzing out on this today
????
Anyway…the bar is on yellow
and
now orange
and now
red
:DDDDDDDDDDDD
HOLLLLLYYYYYYYYY SHIT
BANG TIMES UP
holy shit the cock and balls are holy, that’s what ginsburg said, but i think water is the most holy. not the stuff at church, not the stuff they dipped me in but fresh running clear loud over rocks and full of microorganisms, life sustaining water. what’s more holy than that?
my family used to be religious. i was never one for organized religion. if i had to label what i am, i’d be an agnostic, jew, and christian. i like it. it’s not restrictive. dad has two degrees in theology. he’s cynical, like me.
Daphne was at Church with me, but I could tell that her mind wasn’t on Christ. Even the cookies I’d given her earlier hadn’t distracted her completely from the Mark phenomenon.
holy matrimony
is no ceremony
if no rights are at hand
and the left hand slides.
the land stumbles
and you are turned away.
holy is the heart
of a tradition
with an abyss.
“Holy buckets!” She cried,hastily reaching for her cellphone, “Do you see that?” She screamed frantically at the person sitting next to her. He looked like a perfectly nice person, with his sweatervest and bow tie. All except for that hat. She detested baseball caps; but hey, everyone had there flaws. The bus sped down the highway. The person was smiling insecurely, shifting uncomfortably in their seat, attempting to smoothly scooch away.
She frowned and slumped down in her seat, giving up her act within seconds. Damn, just as she thought, these bus people had no sense of humor.
The holy sabbath has arrived, it’s time to go hard or go home. Game day has approached, one fight, one night, it’s time to take flight. I’ve been working my whole life for this, it’s time to rise up. I forgive you all for nailing me to this cross, but now it’s time for me to show you all the truth, what sin really is.
Holy crap. I thought I knew what was happening but my world was turned upside-down. The sun was the moon and the earth was the sky and people were animals and animals were people. I smelled something that I thought didn’t exist, but since I sensed it, it was there. What is sensory perception?
“holy shit, are you serious?” she replied, wide-eyed, mouth agape. she nodded, but didn’t say anything for awhile, clearly listening to the person on the other side. she sat motionless, attached to her seat
Holy shit. I’m not sure what to say, I don’t really buy into holiness or any of that. Well I guess swiss cheese is pretty holy and so are the socks at the back of the drawer. Though thus far I’m too cynical to put faith into something. Maybe that’s my problem. Cynicism.
holy refers to some kind of godly creature. one that is better than others and deserves to be revered and “feared”. they are said to be the purest of all things and are perfect in every way and there for should be loved by all.. i like holy in front of the word SHIT rather than in front of the word ghost.
i am not gonna think i am just going to write. Growth. Growth is inside each of us. we grow with each minute,with each second,we are slowly knowing more things and therefore growing…in every way.
Holy is to be in line,
to orient yourself,
to get in tune
with reality at its deepest levels.
He says “Be holy, because I’m holy.”
I don’t think Jesus wants us to join a new religion.
I think he wants us to get in tune,
dial in to reality at its deepest levels.
Moley McTroley is the name of my mole. he lives in a lieele dirt mound and he comes up to the surface from time to time. Last week he came up and asked me what the time was. I said, silly mole, nobody knows what the time is! Time is like an elastic substance or some kind of jetstream coming out the side of a billboard. He didn’t seem to be listening.
No matter how holy the birth pace is, only a human being could be there, but don’t animals belong in a holy barn or place? I do like the word holy, holyness is briiliant!
THe holy father is holy. a holy ghost. holy. holy. holy. I hear that in Church starting at age 4. At least I remember being at Church at age 4. I only ever looked at picture books at that age. Now, I read the pictures. I CAN READ!
No matter how holy the birth pace is, only a human being could be there, but don’t animals belong in a holy barn or place? I do like the word holy, holyness is my
holy words
holy books
holy secrets
holy roman empire
holy catholics
whole
I wanted to be holy. I just knew that I couldn’t. The day my mother sat in front of me and said, “You aren’t my son.” It was betrayal of the utmost importance. I was finally free.
holy, god. i’m agnostic, but sometimes i do believe someone’s watching over me. HOLY. 60 seconds. holy’s for religion. sometimes to use with swears, i mean that’s what i do. usually. that’s bad isn’t it. oh let me be, lettt it be, let it be. holy good god the beatles are good god.
“Holy mother mary and joseph,” jeff shouted. He was very confused about what he just saw. Never before had he seen anything like it.
The two men walked into the church. The men demanded to speak directly to God. One man, known only as the Holy One, was quite vocal. He screamed at the top of his lungs. A church official asked if there was a problem. The Holy One said
Holy is like something that is more than significant. It is not a way of life, but life itself – without it, life is without meaning. Only the Holy things matter before your time runs out, the rest is icing.
Holy is religion, which is myth created to help people explain the unexplainable. This means that things outside of church can be holy. Yogurt can be holy as it explains what happens to milk when it meets bacteria.
When i think of the time we first used holy in a church, the word never stuck I never thought it would come back and bite me in the ass as I was reading my brothers eulogy. why cant we simply forgive those who let us down instead of use shitty words like…he is holy
It is ridiculous and unintelligent to believe or announce to a mass that anything or anyone could be holy. It’s foolish superstitions.
she never was religious. i’m sure she would have much preferred to just be creamated, no church service or anything. maybe a small get together, a wake perhaps. i mean, after all she practically cringed everytime she touched holy water, i would swear she had some allergy to it or something.
The holy water burnt his skin. “The power of Christ compels you!” exclaimed the priest. After a moment of silence, the exorcism was complete. The happenings of the past month all seemed to vanish in an instant. He was finally free from the devil within.
Ever since I can remember about grade school, we would have weekly masses. I don’t remember being touched by the actual ceremony, but the feeling of hundreds of people coming together, filling the rows and singing loud enough to “fill the church” made me feel religious.
holy moly. man forget about religion. thats old school. the newest generation doesn’t need to believe in a higher being to believe in life. Its more about tradition when celebrating a holiday than it is about the religion itself. God this god that. Hey we’re here. and were all going to die. Thats the way it is.
moly jesus christ look at you in the sky. you ask time and time again when will I be saved. I say to you, when you save yourself. when you, yourself save, yourself. there is no god above there is no jesus christ. all we have is ourselves, what is tangible what is real, what you can FEEL. inside you emotions, feelings, oh pinch me is this real? it is, it is no joke. it is living it is life. yo’ve got only one. to live.
“holy cow. this broccoli is amazin, i never thought it would taste this good. can you make me some more?” the kid said, as his mother put some more broccoli on his plate. As soon as she put is plate on the table, she had a sudden heart attack. She died.
A man with a beard. Brown hair, brown eyes. Also refers to an article of clothing. Mostly things worn by men (ex. dad and boyfriend). Cheese comes to mind. Light cascading down upon a figure making them seem almost like an illusion…
oh holiness of the holiest oh dark chocolate wars how much i love the sweetness of your taste on my tongue and how you stick to the palate of my mouth. i can spread that sweet goodness over any
two-thirds of the cathedral
drilled the holes
candle-waiting through
the emerging bliss
dewey decimal postulants
gambling for their lives
the teensiest
eensiest soul
feening for god’s glory
astroplaning
all the didgeridoo
nonsense of castle dreams,
the baked goods
twining vision
with affirmation,
doodle time
envigorating
all our cattle drives
to the altar
spilling tithes
east & west
granulated saintliness
playground pieties
a most vertical integration
in the names of
the most seemly.
Holy hell I’m about to explode this is really random olololololololololololBOOOOOOMMMMMM
okay i dont know why but im spazzing out on this today
????
Anyway…the bar is on yellow
and
now orange
and now
red
:DDDDDDDDDDDD
HOLLLLLYYYYYYYYY SHIT
BANG TIMES UP
holy shit the cock and balls are holy, that’s what ginsburg said, but i think water is the most holy. not the stuff at church, not the stuff they dipped me in but fresh running clear loud over rocks and full of microorganisms, life sustaining water. what’s more holy than that?
my family used to be religious. i was never one for organized religion. if i had to label what i am, i’d be an agnostic, jew, and christian. i like it. it’s not restrictive. dad has two degrees in theology. he’s cynical, like me.
Daphne was at Church with me, but I could tell that her mind wasn’t on Christ. Even the cookies I’d given her earlier hadn’t distracted her completely from the Mark phenomenon.
holy.
a purely arbitrary description, the product of human imagination. It is used to denote sentimentality.
HOLY SHIT! HOLY CRAP! HOLY MOLY! HOLY TOLEDO! HOLY JESUS! HOLY FUCK! HOLY COW! HOLYYYYYYYYYY!
holy matrimony
is no ceremony
if no rights are at hand
and the left hand slides.
the land stumbles
and you are turned away.
holy is the heart
of a tradition
with an abyss.
“Holy buckets!” She cried,hastily reaching for her cellphone, “Do you see that?” She screamed frantically at the person sitting next to her. He looked like a perfectly nice person, with his sweatervest and bow tie. All except for that hat. She detested baseball caps; but hey, everyone had there flaws. The bus sped down the highway. The person was smiling insecurely, shifting uncomfortably in their seat, attempting to smoothly scooch away.
She frowned and slumped down in her seat, giving up her act within seconds. Damn, just as she thought, these bus people had no sense of humor.
The holy sabbath has arrived, it’s time to go hard or go home. Game day has approached, one fight, one night, it’s time to take flight. I’ve been working my whole life for this, it’s time to rise up. I forgive you all for nailing me to this cross, but now it’s time for me to show you all the truth, what sin really is.
Holy crap. I thought I knew what was happening but my world was turned upside-down. The sun was the moon and the earth was the sky and people were animals and animals were people. I smelled something that I thought didn’t exist, but since I sensed it, it was there. What is sensory perception?
“holy shit, are you serious?” she replied, wide-eyed, mouth agape. she nodded, but didn’t say anything for awhile, clearly listening to the person on the other side. she sat motionless, attached to her seat
Holy Cow.
That’s the funniest thing I could remember my sister saying. So I said it. Over and over and over. Holy cow holy cow holy cow.
Then finally, my brother leaned over and said, “Holy Shit. Cut it out.”
I started at him slack jawed, then we both burst out laughing.
Holy shit. I’m not sure what to say, I don’t really buy into holiness or any of that. Well I guess swiss cheese is pretty holy and so are the socks at the back of the drawer. Though thus far I’m too cynical to put faith into something. Maybe that’s my problem. Cynicism.
holy refers to some kind of godly creature. one that is better than others and deserves to be revered and “feared”. they are said to be the purest of all things and are perfect in every way and there for should be loved by all.. i like holy in front of the word SHIT rather than in front of the word ghost.
God.
i am not gonna think i am just going to write. Growth. Growth is inside each of us. we grow with each minute,with each second,we are slowly knowing more things and therefore growing…in every way.
Holy is to be in line,
to orient yourself,
to get in tune
with reality at its deepest levels.
He says “Be holy, because I’m holy.”
I don’t think Jesus wants us to join a new religion.
I think he wants us to get in tune,
dial in to reality at its deepest levels.
Moley McTroley is the name of my mole. he lives in a lieele dirt mound and he comes up to the surface from time to time. Last week he came up and asked me what the time was. I said, silly mole, nobody knows what the time is! Time is like an elastic substance or some kind of jetstream coming out the side of a billboard. He didn’t seem to be listening.
Holy falls down through open skys.
No one asks.
No one know why.
Fill it up in sacks.
Fly it away somewhere high.
high.
high/
high.
No matter how holy the birth pace is, only a human being could be there, but don’t animals belong in a holy barn or place? I do like the word holy, holyness is briiliant!
THe holy father is holy. a holy ghost. holy. holy. holy. I hear that in Church starting at age 4. At least I remember being at Church at age 4. I only ever looked at picture books at that age. Now, I read the pictures. I CAN READ!
No matter how holy the birth pace is, only a human being could be there, but don’t animals belong in a holy barn or place? I do like the word holy, holyness is my