feb 17 2008 oh my why is the sky yellow my eyes there was sad mad nest sunday the 10th was
sweet the night or the morning you left but whateve adams ribs adams ribs oh my
sundays 17ths 08s the sky was yellow my eyes i discovered bruises it was the sun
80d(i)egress winter and the ocean but hey its drowning without water and im usually
behind but that day im like take my picture take my picture!!! just press that thing and
it makes sounds and three scoops of rockyroad icecream and mango shakes and organic food
with a hundred cigs and listening to the tourists their white skin glowing blinding
a kid running towards her father with an open arm and im like totally missed a lot of
ahpretty o pretty water pretty sky and a priest thought i of a baptism where doors
are opened for blessings heaven heaven this was given to me and i shall shun it with all
my and the sunday the 17ths of 08s and the angel were resting sitting in purple toilet
bowls taking
and
my baptism
from a god of ah ah ah idea
from a god who who
drolls in unbearable ennui o o of  
counting
weighing
jacking off
measuring
sins
keeping a daily everysecond diary of ommissions of
death commissions haha that sounds funny
count he days
fuck
in the eyes in the nerves of my in my in the eyes
WHAT ARE THE FUCKING IMAGES THAT STINGS!!!!!!!?OH motherfuckers
if i sit down and think
then i am sitting down and thinking
of nothing
of blood
of placenta
of cries
that announce the
of so fucking tendernest
of
livfe
god bless all
i love his name
the vanity of it
GOD,i am God
its so sexy and charming
if i decided to have a cat i shall call it God
and on the eight day
i heard stories abotu chinese restaurants and meow meat
oh yeah i want you to know i had chinese food today

it rained this morning
it was a windy afternoon
the afternoon was windy
i thought of the other day
time zones
and mortality
new suffering
comes
with
new hope

"long and long has the grass been growing,
long and long has the rain been falling,
long has the globe been rolling round" =whitman

continue to haunt the present me
i am an immigrant
in the promise land
not israel
JESUS IS A BROTHER FROM AN AMERICAN GHETTO singing elvis songs love me tender s
i am an immigrant
whereveer i go go went and go go

oh my god i feel like reading the bible!!
i am a catholic. i am no catholic.
i fear of retributions. of heaven, i desire. 
of hell,
i desire too.
i carry a cross. i carry no cross.
my resurrection has never been written yet. 


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