dean rader
GOODTIME JESUS
James Tate
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J​esus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?
​A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beautiful day
How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.
Proof of the one-take philosophy at 4:33 when the Ghost of Christmas Present tries to disrupt the magie . . .

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