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When so much has been lost, and so much spent, what can such ancient promises of undying hope truly do?

But Gabriel’s purpose for existence is emblazoned on his being–yes, his porn-performing, awkwardly wisecracking, fugitive, deeply lonely being: Bearer of Glad Tidings. Teacher. Messenger.  He can do nothing other than oblige the boy with such faith in his wisdom.

He begins speaking before he’s even conscious of collecting his thoughts.

    “A brown girl from Palestine … . barely sixteen, if that.  Dirt-poor, promised to a man in his twenties, because of his greater affluence, an’ his ability to protect her from the defamation an’ abuse of Roman soldiers. Refugees, both of them.  Traveling … traveling a thousand miles to his homeland, for the sake of a tax census.  It always goes back to money, don’t it.  Anyway  … . these’re the principle players.  

   “Upstairs, it got around that there was an ever-increasing divide, a … . profound alienation … . between what was holy and eternal, an’ what was mortal an’ fleeting.  Reconciliation involving an unspeakable sacrifice was the only way.  I was no longer convinced anyone around me knew what they were doing.  But I was told, ‘go to the girl.  Ask her permission: will you help us, compassionate, pure, sweet girl?  It must be the lowliest, most forsaken of all, the humblest, to help us, or it won’t work. Please help us reconcile God to Humanity.  Please take Holiness inside you an’ allow it to grow.  Allow it to sacrifice all the comforts of eternity, to become one of You.

     ‘Allow Holiness to become Less, so that You might                become More.  Because Holiness Loves You.’ 

    “So I asked. An’ the girl said yes.  An’ it was done.      “Nine months later, there He was.  All classes, races, an’ genders present, to witness it.  Learned, wealthy scholars, black men, Asian men, white men, brown men, women, an’ others.  An’ the poor. I had the distinct pleasure of tellin’ the shepherds to rejoice.  I was so happy I couldn’t breathe, but the words came anyway, rang across those cold, barren fields that early spring.  Everyone from Upstairs I’d ever loved was there, singing their hearts out.  We were ecstatic.  The sky looked like the Aurora Borealis in the Middle East. Imagine that. All our wings fanned.  The atmosphere on fire with zeal an’ joy.  For a teenage brown refugee girl’s baby.”  

he wipes his eyes quickly, and sips his own cocoa.

    “Only been that happy a handful of times in 12 billion years.  It’s funny. Nothing about the rest of the world seemed any different that night, or has since. Nobody stopped suffering.  War continued, famine too, an’ disease.  But everything changed, at the same time.”  

I was tagged by the awesome  @tripprophet thanks!

1. Nicknames: Macca, Swagmantha OG, and honestly any/all variations of Sam, deadass don't even try I've heard them all before.

2. Gender: Female.

3. Star Sign: Capricorn

4. Height: 5′8

5. Time: 7:32 pm.

6. Birthday: 1/2

7. Favorite bands: Tegan and Sara, Haim, Neck Deep, and Fortunate Youth.

8. Favorite solo artist: Kendrick Lamar.

9. Song stuck in my head: “Rock With You” by Michael Jackson. Pretty much an everyday thing now and I'm not even mad.

10. Last movie I watched: “The Incredible Jessica James”! its amazing!

11. Last show I watched: “How I Met Your Mother” cause that show has ugly ass moments that crack me up

12. When did I create my blog: 2013 despite me telling my friend I didn't need a tumblr.

13. What do I post: Whatever I like: tattoos, beautiful black people, weed, women, and woke shit. 

14. Last thing I googled: Starbucks partner discounts (i don't make a lot of money but our discounts are tight)

15. Do you have other blogs: Nah, I can barely keep up with this one and I don't really care enough to manage theme blogs.

16. there is no 16 lol.

17. Why did you choose your url: I needed a change from the old one and paintonmyhands was taken so a girls gotta compromise.

18. Following: 113

19. Followers: 260

20. Favorite colors: Blue, Red, Pink, and Black

21. Average hours of sleep: 5-8

22. Lucky number: 13

23. Instruments: Guitar and ukelele

24. What am I wearing: Black long shirt and black sweatpants

25. How many blankets I sleep with: 1. Unless hell freezes over then I might need 2.

26. Dream job: To make a million dollars off of rap too. So that I can just own my coffee shops in peace with no stress

27. Dream trip: To Grand Theft Auto my way around the world, see every paradise scape there is to see, travel immaculately (like nothing but Limos, nice luxury cars, motorcycles, boats, wtv) and stop in cities and places just to hit the best restaurants, throw a stupid big party (hotel, penthouse, beachside idgaf) then in the middle of the party stab out to go to the next spot. Travel like this until I don't feel like it anymore, this how imma retire

^leaving previous answer cause he right.

28. Favorite food: food made with love and seasoning

29. Nationality: Space

^leaving previous answer cause same.

30. Favorite song now: its a tie between “Love Less” and” Tell Me” by R.LUM.R 

I’m tagging these lovelies cause why not? I’d love to see your responses if you can partake!

Send 👋 to smack my muse on the ass.

Gabriel straightens from where he had been bent over and neatlyinserted into a cubbyhole behind the Bunker bookshelf.  Naturalsangfroid enables him not to bump his head as he wiggles backout of the space into which only he, among the Bunker inhabitants,would fit in search of a particular spellbook.  He quirks the rakish trademark eyebrow at the man who dwarfshim by nearly a foot.        “Well lah-dah, Angsty Green Giant,” he drawls, nodding his head       toward the particularly verdant flannel Sam wears, “I know I got       a natural musk that attracts the Shortness-Challenged from      miles around, but this ain’t really the time an’ place fer ‘bend       me over a desk.’” 

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