Sunday, May 19, 2013
Yeah to all who give a damn. I talk to god all damn day long every day on the neuron phone. So what?! For something to have a real impact something more is needed. Some dire necessity. Some omen. Some directive to move mountains. A bizarre psychological field that descends upon all like a shadow emanating from the vessel's essence being. Some genius form of art exposed to the masses that was excessively coercive-hypnotic media. Aliens spacecraft operating in concert with a mysterious figure in a public venue. God doesn't like to get involved. He likes to sit and blabber in your head, then you die. Fuck God!!! When alone, God I seek.