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מָגוֹר מִסָּבִיב

May 16, 2014
Exegesis of Psalm 31 (by the psalmist's neighbor, Magur)*

God, I’m telling you: he’s like a dick caught in a zipper. He doesn’t know how it happened, but it can’t be his fault, someone else’s then; hurts like hell too, do something about it. And you’re listening? Then listen to this: we didn’t put him there,

          why would we? − we don’t give a rat’s ats about him, ask him: that’s why we’re also plotting against him, because we don’t care: secret neighborhood meetings, middle of every night, one agenda item: how can we eff with old Abe?

          So, his solution: You. You, God of all the Universe, you eff with them, meaning us: slice off our lips, cut off our tongues and cram them down our throats. While you’re at it, bash our babies heads against the rocks. This

          is what you’re listening to? these are the prayers you’re writing into your Book of Life for all time? forgive me if I don’t get it.

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*Find Psalm 31 here.