Thoughts a few years ago...with a little cheese
May it all come falling down upon thine eyes like the crowded room. I swear before the decree of the cool grass burn, this life is a jester tool, an unusual ruse to play a fool in a grander certainty. I think this bull shit is absolutely false, I think things are going to hell. I think the world is not as clear as I preach. I think I fool myself. I know nothing; I dont know a goddamn thing, nothing. I know that some people will be crushed. I will crush them if they ever dare break a twig in my trespasses. I will break them for breathing my air. I will confide their spirit as a conflict. I cannot harm a thing like the grasshopper and the flower. I could not kill Jesus. I could not do it. I am glad someone did. Arent we all? I say yeah. I say yeah Romans, I say yeah roman candles, vanilla scented candles with sexy sensual oil, olive smooth skin, I live for smooth skin, olive oil, velvet slippery internal skin, motion pink, a water stop drink. I will deliver a fat fingered Holland, and a Stanley steamer. I will have a box of rocks, intelligent boxes of rocks, without cocks. I know men should not wear boxers and socks, or stare at a womans knocks. Stare at a womans titters, big hitters, little knitters, wyooter hooters. I know this is Jambalaya. I am not going to lie to yah. I am not going to lie to Jah who blesses. I dont think my god is Jah. I think anyone with honest blessings is good. I think more things should be blessed, by all people. I dont think church blessings should totally count, because they want your money. Money and god should never be associated, ever, ever. I know life is practical, money is just oil, lubrication to society, but if the church can avoid the state, actually the state can avoid the church, money can avoid the church. I dont think paying a man to talk about god, is moral. I think money can save people, it can do marvelous things. I think money is the root of the all that kills. I think money is power. I think power is a bad thing. I dont think many people with power deserve power. I dont think many people without power deserve power. I dont think power should command respect. I dont think anyone can buy free will. I know people can buy people. I dont think any money in the world is worth the corruption of a soul. I think the only travesty in this world, is a lost soul. I dont think a soul should ever be lost. I know a soul has to be sacrificed for the benevolence of its value. I dont think it is a fair fate. I dont think my soul views the world as a myriad of creatures being treated like straw dogs. I believe in the chance, hope. I think money brings false hope. I think money brings false wealth. I think money can be evil. I think money is a necessary evil. I think pain is a necessary evil. I think I am a necessary evil, at times. I think life is a necessary evil, at times. I think the world has slightly more good than evil. I think the world is a casino that pays out more, than takes away. I think it barely favors the gambler. I think life is an underdog. I think risk equals reward. I think about the mental ward. Blessed are you the reader for you are discovering, me at the very least. Blessed are those who have wished and cradled the bloody beast, the angry mangy shaggy beast that cares for thine village, and blesses our private internal shepherd, our soul as personal priest.
May it all come falling down upon thine eyes like the crowded room. I swear before the decree of the cool grass burn, this life is a jester tool, an unusual ruse to play a fool in a grander certainty. I think this bull shit is absolutely false, I think things are going to hell. I think the world is not as clear as I preach. I think I fool myself. I know nothing; I dont know a goddamn thing, nothing. I know that some people will be crushed. I will crush them if they ever dare break a twig in my trespasses. I will break them for breathing my air. I will confide their spirit as a conflict. I cannot harm a thing like the grasshopper and the flower. I could not kill Jesus. I could not do it. I am glad someone did. Arent we all? I say yeah. I say yeah Romans, I say yeah roman candles, vanilla scented candles with sexy sensual oil, olive smooth skin, I live for smooth skin, olive oil, velvet slippery internal skin, motion pink, a water stop drink. I will deliver a fat fingered Holland, and a Stanley steamer. I will have a box of rocks, intelligent boxes of rocks, without cocks. I know men should not wear boxers and socks, or stare at a womans knocks. Stare at a womans titters, big hitters, little knitters, wyooter hooters. I know this is Jambalaya. I am not going to lie to yah. I am not going to lie to Jah who blesses. I dont think my god is Jah. I think anyone with honest blessings is good. I think more things should be blessed, by all people. I dont think church blessings should totally count, because they want your money. Money and god should never be associated, ever, ever. I know life is practical, money is just oil, lubrication to society, but if the church can avoid the state, actually the state can avoid the church, money can avoid the church. I dont think paying a man to talk about god, is moral. I think money can save people, it can do marvelous things. I think money is the root of the all that kills. I think money is power. I think power is a bad thing. I dont think many people with power deserve power. I dont think many people without power deserve power. I dont think power should command respect. I dont think anyone can buy free will. I know people can buy people. I dont think any money in the world is worth the corruption of a soul. I think the only travesty in this world, is a lost soul. I dont think a soul should ever be lost. I know a soul has to be sacrificed for the benevolence of its value. I dont think it is a fair fate. I dont think my soul views the world as a myriad of creatures being treated like straw dogs. I believe in the chance, hope. I think money brings false hope. I think money brings false wealth. I think money can be evil. I think money is a necessary evil. I think pain is a necessary evil. I think I am a necessary evil, at times. I think life is a necessary evil, at times. I think the world has slightly more good than evil. I think the world is a casino that pays out more, than takes away. I think it barely favors the gambler. I think life is an underdog. I think risk equals reward. I think about the mental ward. Blessed are you the reader for you are discovering, me at the very least. Blessed are those who have wished and cradled the bloody beast, the angry mangy shaggy beast that cares for thine village, and blesses our private internal shepherd, our soul as personal priest.
abyssia:
This is very familiar to me - both in form and content. The way your thoughts flow and weave. The honesty. The discovery. How did it feel to write this?
madi:
spring when flowers bloom, life must be growing?