Christmas in June
Yes I have been making alot of good points lately, I am a dumbass. But tonight I turn over a new leaf. For once I am going to listen to my heart. I am going to listen to the Chinese construction workers who went out of their way to lay down the pink duct tape with the hole in it. The symbolism was not lost on me. I want the pink Chinese duct tape spool, and I trust in the lessons of China through the silent voice of Pentacostal Holy Ghostism.

Actually, there is a mind virus inside of me, and my writing is more a deliverence of the old subliminal which you guys have been trying to teach me. Tanks but no tanks. Redemption is up to the individual. The postulator who called me a dumbass may not understand what people are up against, or people rising from hell, or China, the other side of the earth from Kansas. You can't tell people how to do it, we must learn from our mistakes.

In december I had a vision of a person walking in the dark coming across a fire pit. A person rose from the fire pit. That was a long time ago. In the wee hours of yesterday I had the same vision, I came up to the hell fire, and a man who looked like the silver surfer rose from out of hell, the camera angle shifted slightly, and this time he threw a hook shot like Kareem Abdul Jabbar to the right of the vision screen, and then hell was below him. I want to play basketball, I have no more calves to sprain, I don't know how many magical balls of paper I have to rim in the garbage basket outside the doors of hell fire. Thsi is my last piece of paper I throw.

Does this sound silly? Does it sound like I am a dumbass? Yes it does, but it is the voice of wisdom, a man who has learned from his mistakes. The visions are real, and they are the visions that people have who leave hell, all of us have the same vision, the same first vision from the one who first rose from hell and created heaven, if it were not the case then how did that vision get in all our heads of the silver surfers?

I would rather be a dumbass than a dead ass. I don't mind the criitique, because people who think I write crap have no clue what to do in life.

Never once do I sit here and compose anything, I go with what I feel at the moment, you aught give it a try, just let the writing take you away, let the wisdom speak the ages. I have faith that the Holy Ghost will carry me far. The stranger in the mirror is me. I am not the same man I used to be. I would have thought this writing to be dumbass also back yonder. But now I know you are all my only friends. My drug dealer friend came bu and tried to entice me to go to a strip club tonight. He is the dumbass. Magick can sometimes backfire.

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Death is a drug made just for life, so people play the game. Death uses us to fabric society. LIfe tends to stare at the magnificence of a body that won't die and refuses to live.