The King's Baker 4374v

The King’s Baker

Rollin Woodruff

Copyright © 2012 by Rollin Woodruff.

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Contents

Monday March 29th, 2010 6:46 PM

Monday Sunset March 29th, 2010 8:08 PM

March 30th, 2010 Tuesday 7:38 PM


1:52 AM April 2nd, 2010 Friday

2:01 AM April 3rd, 2010 Saturday

10:37 PM Easter Sunday April 4th, 2010

Tuesday April 6th, 2010 12:51 AM

Saturday April 10th, 2010 9:02 AM

Sunday May 9th, 2010 Mother’s Day

Wednesday May 12th, 2010 3:34 PM

Friday May 21st, 2010 12:47 PM

Saturday May 22nd, 2010 1:29 PM


Monday May 24th, 2010 10:12 PM



Thursday May 27th, 2010 1:05 PM

Saturday July 3rd, 2010 11:19 AM

Sunday July 4th, 2010 12:40 AM






Tuesday July 20th, 2010 10:47 PM

Thursaday July 22nd, 2010 1:14 PM

Friday July 23rd, 2010 8:19 AM

Wednesday September 1st, 2010

Thursday September 2nd, 2010 4:04 PM

Friday September 3rd, 2010 5:54 AM

Monday September 6th, 2010 5:45 PM Labor Day

Thursday September 9th, 2010 3:36 PM


Friday September 11th, 2010 12:15 PM


Sunday September 19th, 2010 2:39 AM

Wednesday September 22nd, 2010 2:01 PM

Wednesday January 26th, 2011 4:53 AM

Thursday February 10th, 2011 12:21 PM




Tuesday February 15, 2011 1:19 PM

Saturday February 19th, 2011 4:20 PM

Sunday February 20th, 2011 12:24 PM

Wednesday February 23rd, 2011 8:27 PM

Tuesday March 1st, 2011 8:04 AM

Saturday March 5th, 2011 1:36 PM

Tuesday March 8th, 2011 9:39 PM

Wednesday March 9th, 2011 2:12 PM

Saturday March 12th, 2011 8:24 AM


Sunday March 20th, 2011 9:41 PM

Wednesday March 23rd, 2011 8:18 PM

Wednesday April 6th, 2011 5:45 PM


Tuesday April 12th, 2011 6:20 PM

Sunday April 17th, 2011 7:28 PM

Monday April 25th, 2011 5:18 PM

Wednesday May 4th, 2011 9:38 AM

Friday May 6th, 2011 2:55 PM

Tuesday May 10th, 2011 5:03 PM

Saturday May 14th, 2011 3:42 AM


Sunday May 22nd, 2011 2:37 AM

Monday May 31st, 2011 11:32 AM

1 a.m. on Friday morning April 20th, 2007

May 06-May 07

Wolfen Fairy Eyes No Doubt

We Have No Banannas

Saturday June 2nd, 2007 2:57 PM

4:55 PM CST DST Deep in the Halls of Common

Monday June 11th, 2007 10:37 AM

March 29th, 2010 Monday 5:53 PM

March 29th, 2010 Monday Sunset 7:25 PM

March 30th, 2010 Tuesday 4:27 AM


Wednesday March 31st, 2010 6:08 PM

Saturday April 3rd, 2010 1:40 AM

Sunday April 4th, 2010 11:06 pm

Friday April 9th, 2010 7:09 AM

Sunday May 9th, 2010 Mother’s Day 9:14 PM

Monday May 10th, 2010 11:44 AM



Sunday May 16th, 2010 9:19 PM




Wednesday July 21st, 2010 11:22 AM

Thursday July 22nd, 2010 2:50 PM


Thursday September 2nd, 2010 10:44 AM



Saturday September 11th, 2010 1:29 PM

Friday September 17th, 2010 10:15 AM


Thursday September 23rd, 2010 12:23 PM



Monday January 31st, 2011 9:07 AM

Friday February 11th, 2011 4:29 AM

Sunday February 12th, 2011 11:39 AM


Thursday February 24th, 2011 7:51 AM


Saturday June 5th, 2011 3:59 PM

Tuesday June 8th, 2011 6:41 PM



Thursday March 21st, 2011 12:20 PM

Thursday April 7th, 2011 5:13 AM


Saturday April 23rd, 2011 9:24 PM


Tuesday May 3rd, 2011 8:32 PM




Saturday May 14th, 2011 3:12 PM


Sunday May 22nd, 2011 8:56 PM

Tuesday May 31st, 2011 5:25 PM

Monday June 6th, 2011 5:12 PM

Wednesday June 8th, 2011 8:58 PM

Tuesday November 15th, 2011 8:38 PM

Saturday November 19th, 2011 7:35 PM

Friday November 25th, 2011 2:31 PM

Saturday December 3rd, 2011 9:29 PM

Wednesday December 7th, 2011 6:23 PM

Wednesday December 14th, 2011 4:46 AM

Tuesday December 20th, 2011 5:12 AM

Friday April 30th, 2012 4:34 PM




Sunday May 20th, 2012 4:52 AM

Wednesday May 23rd, 2012 3:48 AM

Tuesday June 5th, 2012 6:47 AM

Sunday June 10th, 2012 4:01 AM


Thursday June 14th, 2012 11:10 PM


March 28th, 2010 Psalm Sunday 3:35 PM



Psalm Sunday March 28th, 2010 6:51PM

Monday March 29th, 2010 2:00 AM


Monday March 5th, 2010 12:33AM


May 10th, 2010 Saturday 11:05 PM

Tuesday May 13th, 2010 9:36 AM





Wednesday July 21st, 2010 1:36 PM


Friday July 22nd, 2010 10:31 AM


Tuesday September 7th, 2010 7:36 AM


Wednesday September 15th, 2010 2:44 PM




Wednesday January 26th, 2011 8:45 PM


Tuesday February 22nd, 2011 2:49 AM


Tuesday March 1st, 2011 9:07 PM

Sunday March 6th, 2011 7:33 AM

Wednesday March 9th, 2011 6:05 AM

Thursday March 10th, 2011 8:43 AM




Thursday March 24th, 2011 1:49 PM


Saturday April 9th, 2011 7:32 PM

Thursday April 14th, 2011 7:57 PM

Monday April 18th, 2011 3:19 AM



Sunday May 1st, 2011 3:37 PM

Wednesday May 4th, 2011







Friday June 3rd, 2011 8:49 PM


Thuesday June 9th, 2011 7:28 PM

Friday November 11th, 2011 3:56 AM

Thursday November 17th, 2011 8:23 PM

Sunday November 20th, 2011 5:24 PM


Sunday December 4th, 2011 12:53 PM

Thursday December 8th, 2011 11:55 PM

Tuesday December 13th, 2011 8:11 PM

Saturday December 17th, 2011 9:41AM



Saturday March 17th, 2012 3:39 PM Saint Patrick’s Day
















Friday June 15th, 2012 8:50 PM


The Ultimatem













Tuesday March 30th, 2010 12:42 AM


4:47 PM March 30th, 2010 Tuesday

Tuesday April 6th, 2010 3:21 pm




Friday May 14th, 2010 8:08 AM

7:15 PM Friday May 14th, 2010





Tuesday May 18th, 2010 1:57 P:M



Thursday May 20th, 2010 3:15 AM


May 22nd, 2010 9:33 PM

Sunday May 23, 2010 3:22 PM

Sunday May 23rd, 2010 4:03 PM






Sunday July 4th, 2010 4:07 PM


Wednesday July 7th, 2010 11:08 AM




Sunday January 23rd, 2011 1:52 PM




Tuesday February 8th, 2011 1:58 AM


Monday February 14th, 2011 5:09 PM

Saturday February 19th, 2011 8:19 AM

Monday February 21st, 2011 8:10 AM


Monday Frebrury 28th, 2011 1:07 PM

Thursday March 3rd, 2011 2:21 AM











Easter Sunday April 24th, 2011 4:29 PM









Monday May 23rd, 2011 3:05 PM








Saturday November 26th, 2011 3:51 AM

Monday November 28th, 2011 9:06 PM


Monday December 12th, 2011 8:40 AM



Tuesday May 2nd, 2012 5:12 PM

Thursday May 3rd, 2012 1:58 AM

Thursday May 3rd, 2012 2:22 PM







Sunday June 10th, 2012 2:59 PM



Saturday June 16th, 2012 1:48 AM

Monday July 2nd, 2012 3:09 PM

Thursday July 5th, 2012 9:23 PM

Saturday July 7th, 2012 5:31 PM


Tuesday July 17th, 2012 3:30 AM




Tuesday July 31st, 2012 6:33 AM

Thursday August 2nd, 2012 10:58 PM

Tuesday August 7th, 2012 1:18 PM

Saturday August 11th, 2012 7:44 PM

Monday August 13th, 2012 10:52 PM

Wednesday August 22nd, 2012 3:11 PM

Friday August 22nd, 2012 5:17 PM


Tuesday August 28th, 2012 10:53 AM

Friday August 31st, 2012 1:07 AM

Tuesday September 4th, 2012 8:07 PM


Monday September 10th, 2012 5:11 PM



Monday September 17th, 2012 2:42 AM

Thursday September 20th, 2012 10:51 AM



Monday October 1st, 2012 7:36 AM

Saturday October 6th, 2012 6:03 PM

Sunday October 14th, 2012 3:37 PM

Wednesday October 31st, 2012 5:16 PM

I suppose this will never see daylight. The best for the most conformed nonconformest since Norman O’Leary. The hatchet men are standing in line against a wall of sin. They don’t want to fall. They don’t want to be a casualty. It’s better to have lost their lives than be refuse in the Divine Providence of the God of Israel. Call me a tarnished, freebased, demensia, day ticket, bus rider, who watches with Neil Young eyes. Just don’t believe that Christ is alone, no mattter if you’re Gnostic or plain screwed. You can get over the wall. Transported to a new decade, a new demension, a new chapter, a new horizon, a new Century where it is only crash or fly. It takes light at the end of the doomsday bomb to recapture the sentiment derived from one lasting murder that sucked hind tit on a mean sow called war. A storyline along a guiding light line of hope and providence, courage and thanks, shouts of exhilaration and tears of anguish. This path will not be forgotten for it is sewn in your bones. The long night ahead will end with a new day. Trust God with a smile in your heart for the lovingkindness you get and give and the tendermercies you receive from the promises of the Almighty dispensed in exuberance like the riches the fruit gives to succeed in surviving and seeng to the welfare of stranger and neighbor. Friend and foe. Let the demon, the devil, know its time is called. It’s now. It’s limited edition. Pray forgiveness and equity. Honesty and justice. Peace and good old glory and blessed sanctification. We’re so indebted to our own guilt, I don’t really understand why, or why not. The situation is so hairy that rock and roll is water that drug through the articles of confederation to the results that all of us take for granted. Disrespectful, this is the day, cat’s meow, pictures of Chairman Mao, paranoia of heartbeats, killed in the roaring dead of nightmare’s sleep awoken. Now let’s chase the demon, down the road of time, to a relished place with life. Saturated, blues, bullshit with a good riddance of an oversweet, overbearing toleration and, oh yea, love, straw love. Someday, no one, or no thing will be an orangetangerine light. As I look upward. Maybe, it’s just me. Why did the blond, college educated, bank payee and trustee, talk fast? She was blond and there were no commas. God bless you always. Again. Rollin The Wind. It doesn’t look good for any of us! Diplomat, democrat, liberal. All the justifications of a legal lynching. But, I guess I get to feel it alone tonight. While we go on understanding.

I’m telling you, “it’s my space!” Because each of us, it seems, fits into a perfect mold. DNA. Agoraphobia. Situational desecration. Sexual guilt. Adults, with minors. Angrily debating death, destruction, damnation. When God is everywhere there will be no question, nor last laugh. It’ll go down like a Texas Tea party. The majority has it. It is relished. Can’t stab someone in the back with silence creeping in the corner. Some witness who started his own dismay. Some Bishop of Berlin. Out of time and onto the scraps the Master has missed. Awe is what the paralyzed saw in rapture. At least I did when I was. I felt an Angel in the room. Anna Nichole Smith was the person left to die for herself, or unto the world. What is it? Death, prison, or insanity? Or, death, hell and the grave? The awful knowledge that even eyewitnesses have to wait. It is with much patience this war will be won and integrated into the medicine of truth, emotion, and human endurance to get this far. For an answer. So, in this world, with the money factor, it is probably the ultimate success the devil can give to Nichole. Who put those tiny daggers in your heart? INXS Communication is education. Education is Life. I feel like I’m bleeding to death for time that I can’t spend. But the age of years extols much more from me than gold. I don’t want your soul, Satan. I’d rather die on the battlefield and rot, hoping, that, in my life, I can give charity and love to a few people. Maybe I can recruit an angry, lost kid, to keep up the distance we the people are gaining on your troubled ass. And as you charge us constantly, before the Angel of The Lord God, we may speak a lot louder about the bloodbath, violence, and cruel hatred you’ve lavished in with the time now runninng away like Justice on a three mile run for four more for the corps. Alleluia. My habit of interrupting in the three close cowboy’s dirty deed, done horse shit cheap. But, I guess some dogs and lawyers love horse shit “with a paper straw.” So, again, as time terminates all things under the Sun, Moon, and Stars, I’m trying to prepare to prepare for a physical life that includes mental and spiritual lessons, which never fails to come out of hibernation. Call me a quiter and I’ll see you repent in piss ant eyes as sore assed losers. Yea, that’s what I told you all. I guess I’ve got it firm enough to say, “prayer is up against the WALL, you redneck mothers!” us Lord, for we perish for lack of complicated

knowledge. me, oh, Mighty One of Jacob, for I You. Blessed be the Name of the Lord. Amen. It’s a rebound from deflection. It’s a rocketship in a young man’s dream. It’s the only thing sure. It’s the matter that flies out of a violent murder. Counterfiet, confederate, and bound to justice like a rope at the end of all understood things. It’s torture, it’s confiscation of a mind; to deliver it to the proper perspective of danger, of losing salvation, through an act of God. Yet, He takes no prisoners, either you who doesn’t know Him. Or, the situational, who will not dig up, in my lifetime, the involvement of forces. God proves Himself each and every day, of the last 500 years. Lucky enough to sin? You’ll never get away with it. Sometimes the Lord may test you. He will. Trust in Him, even in His Name and millions will be saved. God forbid that the killing continues. Too much bloodshed. He is in His Holy Temple. I’m gonna make my case, of this I’m sure. From toxic to crucified, I sit alive and responsive before you. In the past you have rallied to disgrace the truth that is behind my actions, out of plain and simple betrayal. Either because you thought I’d die, you thought I as unable to obey God, and/or, you believe anything the doctors put down is law and my words and evidence, which is, I guess, a feeling such as pain, paranoia and poverty is nill. Diversity, equality, tolerance and justice have been strung along to a point, I know, is just a crooked system of the same. Everyday and every night I take many medicines that don’t cure me from the paralyzation, shock, temporary blindness, plus mental anguish and fatigue, despondency, I experience. The route I’ve taken has been tragically harassed by the uncalled for acts of violence, discrimination, unconcern. With the direness of having my body crucified while unable to defend myself from a mob of murdering, self—righteouss tyrants, who had no regard for my rights and attempted to the point of no return, to do evil and violence upon me. But, when your thing is ing the terror that visits me, so often, I have to retaliate with Words. I applied for disability directly after being honorabley dischargd, not istratively, from the USMC. Certain people realize already that this conversation of my accusation of why I am here is to make the record known that what I experienced in the Marines was like late 20th century gangbanging among the MP’s. They shed my blood, they broke my face, and they impaled my body. Although I am physically, mentally and spiritually a wreck, I believe, with the discipline and council I keep, this is how it’s coming to . I don’t want two kids and a legal system that is going to bring me down, right now, to sheer hand to mouth. I can take care of myself very well with medicine. The

confidentiality which I say this is ed by almost all my doctors, I believe. The legal tender, I don’t need to have rustled from me. Don’t get me wrong. I am a survivor. I survived one of many, many, 20th century crucifixions. And the way it’s looking now I’m going to survive a while longer, in the land of the living, and do my thing, which is guitar, writing, stress managment, schizophrenia, pain, corrections, and supplications. I’m not ashamed of what happened in the Marines to me, because it showed me that it was necessary to tell as many people as I could, to be warned, the choices are not always as simple as night and day. Nothing wicked from me, just a psychosis that puts into word what is going on, and it’s up in to the chain of command, the court and the Almighty.


In this hog eat dead hog. Chicken fuck injured chicken world, we are slowly reverting to . . . . I’d like to the affection of comion. A singer, guitar player, who can’t sing a single note nor play but 3 chords. Hey, but after he gets rolling the bluebirds start crying. From San Fransisco’s Mabel Joy to Carry me Carrie he brings Hell a little closer to Earth, Earth’s Hell a little closer to Blessed Heaven. So, are all bets on on me dieing tonight? Step right up, step right up. Let’s go see the elephants! Somebody’s fool I am, no doubt. But they just went the other way. Seriously I need a shower. Seriously my right nut is in my lower gut. Seriously she wants to sit and examine me. Of course she does, that’s her job. You know, where you actually get paid for doing next to nothing while handing out your kamikaze advice. Put it to music and sure enough, an audience of two, you and your guitar. Me? I must slowly perish now in the circus of white suits and strait jackets. Heavy duty medicine and abhorably troublesome dreams. I guess that’s Satan’s way of saying he doesn’t forgive me. 7:02 PM

Monday Sunset March 29th, 2010 8:08 PM

Funny thing about the twilight’s last gleaming. Fighting that is. It goes on all night. And when it doesn’t, as far as I’m concerned, something is wrong. Hotsy totsies want in but can’t handle it. Along with the words comes murder and malice. The greedy personalities I don’t understand but I don’t sympathize with cruel curiosity. The last bird’s chirp. There it went. I’d say I’ve become a pretty fair judge of nature and assholes. Evil is not natural. It’ll drive almost anyone crazy. Assholes are genuine, astray from the womb, what they call, mean pricks. Plenty of cops fit that description, especially when cops go bad. But I don’t care, not tonight anyway. The war, so they say, is on the other side of the world. But as far as I go, it didn’t and doesn’t even prick the store of where it’s really at. The spirits are calm tonight at the twilight’s last gleaming, but a dog barked, signifying that something, or someone, or both, will die. The land of the living has a whole lot of spirits who don’t figure they quite got their last warnings in. As the semi-tractors roll by on the road I wonder just what in the world, or, not of this world, they are hauling, the rubber on the road is howling, my ears are ringing. 7:23 PM What time is it? It’s time for you to get a watch, asshole. Actually it’s 8 minutes to 7 o’clock AM. When all is said and done you’ll stand in your own stead, instead of that bullshit imagination that imagines nothing new under the Sun and Moon, Sister Marshmellowa. Clamouring preachers so full of piss and wind. It’s like their shame walked out the door because the patronising seems so sweet as long as the devoted “friends” like their fair weather friends, are unreal to me. It is bribery, cut and dried. Sign your John Henry and mail me the blood and bone, heart, mind, soul and bowels of the dirty deed done dirt cheap. If I were Satan, why would my emotional critter that it is cry to Jesus, “come back Lord, for I am perishing?” Why would I do that? Because I have faith and hope. Yea, and Jesus had faith and hope but He did what He was born to do, die on a cross for me, for you, for and from the murderers. But I don’t believe the traitors that ride through my life get it, and you goddamn mundane ivists can keep your fucking distance. I guess my friend Allen Barker was pretty much right. He told me, “Rollie, you’re going to be a mean old, grouchy old man.” “Well, as long as I got this losers hand of you, you’re fucking right I’m gonna be a mean old, grouchy

old man.” Allen, may you rest in peace, find peace of mind in your sleep of death in the hope of hearing the voice of the Son of Man and hearing, may live again. 7:12 AM March 30th, 2010 Tuesday


Who can find a lost love? It’s like a lost limb. When it’s gone, it’s irreplaceable. It breaks your heart, the one that saved me will save me no more. All in all, it’s a wrecked, wretched life. No one could have hurt me more. But, that’s life. Sad, crazy, ghost stories. All about the consecquences of someone we all took for granted. Now she’s gone forever, and this pain in my heart will never go away. And this pain is hell.


Life deals a lot of shitty cards to a lot of decent people. Taking advantage of people’s bad situations seems to be the status quo. This is no walk in the park. It’s an eerie feeling when you realize just how alone you are. Violence goes with the territory. No person is immune. Sacrifice is rewarded mostly by God and ones self. People are dieing, dieing hard deaths after living hard lives. People are being killed because of race, religion and creed. Will God ever intervene? 8:15 PM

1:52 AM April 2nd, 2010 Friday

I just want to tell you a lesson my father taught me; and every thing he told me sticks, and is as sharp as a two edged sword. That is, God helps those who help themselves. Not everyone trusts Jesus. They have ice water in their veins. And they will be dismayed when payback comes because I will shut you the fuck up you god damn heathens. You have no sense of senses and you believe nothing. So, until the whip comes down you can count on reaping what you sowed. Greed, thievary, slander, violence. Which all add up to nothing going for you except a fist of iron because you’re nothing but bluff and I’m calling. So, some night, you murdering bastards, demons will call and the shit end of the stick will be your breakfast, lunch and dinner. Fuck off. Long train hauling ass.

2:01 AM April 3rd, 2010 Saturday

Violence in the eyes feels like a burn. It’s sensitive. But, when you’ve read as much as the Holy Bible as I have, or you have, dealt with disaster, bubba—I don’t need a scam. I need to believe in Jesus a little more, and trust in the famous God that He’s got an ace up. 2:07 AM

10:37 PM Easter Sunday April 4th, 2010

Sure as shit, it’s treason. Watch ‘em scramble. That one is definately one up on me, and hopefully puts them in a situation where they know, that I know, they are full up of treason. A crusifiction for a reason, that’s treason, I guess, but I am still living both their crusifiction and their treason. That is very dark, very humiliating, and all about injustice and demons walking around in flesh and blood, defiled by their own indifference to my information. As far as I’m concerned there’s not a hell deep enough, dark enough, cold enough, nor crazy enough for them. 10:44 PM

Tuesday April 6th, 2010 12:51 AM

Sure enough this country is trapped. They have nowhere to go but one minute from now. Ambushing whomever they esteem stupid, they find stupid is in their mirror, but they haven’t got the guts to do anything contructive because their motivations are benign. They’re going to chase, so called, lesser people, to their grave and play judge, jury, thief. And as they are executed by their own hand I won’t esteem it an unpardonable sin because I realize Satan is ambushing them big time. I wonder aloud how their future insults will parlay with God. 12:57 AM

Saturday April 10th, 2010 9:02 AM

Something I just don’t trust. Somewhere on that blue bus on that blacktop road to supposedly no problems. In the variable circumstances of insult and blame, to guilt and injury, I find another empty promise of just another broken vow. They swipe the scraps off of their plate and sympathize for the children and adults who have nothing, for all they had was taken from them by outlaw regimes. Unless this world doesn’t get killed in all their antics I’ll be strumming a guitar and as they dodge bullets in Afghanistan I hope they make it clear that each apprehension to take their life when the relishing of death is no longer found to be anything but foolishness. The dead on both sides can rest in peace and the wounded can achieve mobility to go forward in life with the continuing hopes that took them to another Continent, again, to fight for right and freedom, which cost them all a piece of their life, which was not wandered free, nor squandered in lost directions, but paved. They made straight the hiway in the desert that I hope signifies the virtue inside of each one of their sacrifice. 9:16 AM

Sunday May 9th, 2010 Mother’s Day

Out of the way of the evil eye today, fucking lobster eyes. Yea, crazy. But when they’re dishing out the cruel and unusual violence they dug their own shallow grave in Hell, one and all. And you won’t ever have to their total degree in murder again. Do you hear me? They chose murder. The Hell prepared is prepared and was prepared for them. Intolerable lonliness, very dangerous and extremely dark, cruel and evil. So, if you are a crumb who knows a crumb say nothing, but know I speak from the reality of knowing the murderers, just like the male dick suckers and the persecutors by violence shall be doomed to Hell. And you know what else? Their life on Earth is a progression of darkness, evil, crime and hopelessness. So, don’t befriend the bastards. For bastards of wickedness they are indeed. Their fate is hearby sealed by my hand, Rollin Scott Anthony Woodruff—defender of fate and faith and mystery Biblical and historical destiny in the defense and justice of the victims of horror of war, crimes of murder, and hope of repentant christians, catholicism and hebrew descendancy. 7:51 PM


I predict this world and especially this country will be driven to hell, isolation and revenge by greed, mammon worship and bloodthirsy, cold blooded murder. So, I kinda relish these moments of peace, where you know where I stand. It’s like a tyrant’s cross; these people who’ve isolated me and control me as much as they can. But what? Was Jesus’ cross a nice guys cross? I find some people are unkind, maybe to make a point, maybe to be their uppity, disillusionment lostness in eternity’s eyes. They harden their hearts, like wicked, wandering ghosts. So, go on in the kindness and love that does care to take the time to be here, in the middle of a man’s repentance for the divine hope that you will return to your senses and not be angry, but a kind, caring, concerned person who takes time to hold on, because, after all, it’s gonna be alright. Hungry nights and hungry days, for causes relentless to your peace of mind. Don’t be fooled, this is no easy trail, but will end at the Marriage Feast of the Lamb, where all this is given reason and the reward only God feels He can provide. It’s like a dream. And the world, especially America can know this man pecking out letters was raised from the dead just to be here with you. 3:48 PM


Life is a bitter pill that takes the energy and leaves the high flight of an eagle unto the path of a shitbird. Those who get a second chance right on down the line to this, my last chance, notice the inconsideration of people. But they can’t hide their eyes from leading them down a road where they have never been, that has been my way of life. I will to keep Christmas in my heart all the year long. That way sounds like one of the best ways I’ve ever considered, much less, tried to take to heart. My Angels stay with me nowadays, as well as nights. Pain in my typing arm is pretty consistent today. I just checked in to see what condition my condition was in. 12:55 PM


Imagine grace. The spells it takes away. Imagine living forever and feeling good about it. Imagine the whining, pining over nothing but blues chords over ancient customs that sink deep into the dark nights of the scarcely populated upper Midwest. It drives some crazy to get to the Wall that they never would it was there. I still sit in awe of that night in a reality dream. A hole in the Wall made room for me to know that the explosion that put it there has a witness whose heart is as a shattered diamond. Her snowbound trip to power was shattered there and I feel sad for her. What she was doing there I don’t know, I guess it’s just a matter of time before her bones and body are lowered to the ground. I hope she goes to Heaven, for although people took advantage of her . . . I a girl who thought of God as a man no one, not me, could take the place of in her schoolgirl beauty. But the crank, the lonliness and finally, this broken heart has her standing in a shattered dream of a Wall and destruction and the hit her heart took. It makes sense in my miserable life to think fondly of people like her. People who stick their necks out for love and notice the demonization of an entire generation. Some to death by poisoning our very existence, some by getting killed in the corruption, and the lonely, who die of a broken heart and self destruction by never banking on hope that tomorrow will be another day where someone whom God and Mary love sails this ship of irony into the battle’s misery and mystery. As monks and preists pray and say, “woe” and “hey” in the monastery. Nuns just look like someone heard their sacrificial demonstration. 1:48 PM


Have you ever had your breath taken away? I have a lot of those experiences anymore. It’s like, “what the hey-ll was I thinking?” I gotta kinda laugh at the term of paranoid schizophrenia. Man, some of the stuff I raised hey-ll about. I didn’t think I was Elijah. For what it’s worth, like Veta Sultinfuss, I kind of like my dog gone name. I don’t exactly plan to have this published in my lifetime but I’ll try as best to spare you the grim details of sex and sin. Like dogs in heat we ran, and we ran, and we didn’t stop running until everyone knew the song we were singing in the Summertime, sunny California state of existence. So, miserable for the young some might think, but it wasn’t. It was opportunity banging down Jesus’ door. Saying, “where’s the bridge?” “where’s the bridge?” “Can you tell me?” “Has anyone seen the confounded bridge?” Yea, I may have only blown, or had arranged to blow the Wall but the bridge is still there in my mind. So, as this day comes to a close I appeal to not only those in their senses but those whose senses are frazzled that you do what you gotta do and if you gotta go the extra mile. That’s it. Many die trying. Some don’t try. Some forgive but can’t forgive themselves. Some find a diamond in the ruff and I guess, after all, I just appeal to the Faithful God and carry on. So, humbled and a tad mediocre I thank Him for the vision. One has to turn his head away and know a pot to piss in is still a pot to piss in and the window outside is blessed Heaven on Earth. I feel like I’m running a racket. Is this finally all racketeering? The mob may move in and skin me alive but I bet the lampshade they make out of me won’t be of my face in a woman’s strip t. Although wouldn’t that be a final legacy? Bow your head for a blessing. Isn’t this the place to find a hand? Or, rub elbows? Maybe it’s recollection of sins by word and deed that draws lines on love that some expect is there. The good thing about it is that unconditionally it is and suddenly on the search you find a tarantula, but you don’t kill it. What a remarkable creature you are humanity. You roll over the Centuries and Generations on the constant persuit of the goodness of the Perfect Jesus and our own personal demons until we hang them out on the line. Man thinking. Woman hoping. Man abstaining. Woman caring. Man humbled. Woman praying. 6:19 PM


Listening to music that boils blood and leaves me herking and jerking before I go to sleep at night. I guess I just don’t know. No, I guess I just don’t know. Sometimes indeed, ignorance is some sort of bliss. But, when rockets fly and people die I think that is somehow wrong. People putting people in graves saying they died for me and you. I hope they go to a better place than they were kicked out of. No one really realizes these people gave their lives, their minds, their spirit and soul, only to lose their lives in a foreign land where desperate causes fight on and on. Meanwhile, the oil spills into the Gulf of Mexico which the enviroment can’t contain. All the promises and hopes of we and the young ones seem to be at the Wall. I guess they just don’t know. No, I guess they just don’t know. As the Ocean is a garbage dump and green grass and high times forever echoes in the barracks of the past like a junky with something, or someone, or somehow, to prove to himself and me, myself. I well the last churchbells that rang. 10:50 PM


Anger settles nothing as I think about Johnny Cash and my dad, Henry Woodruff singing. “I don’t like it but I guess things happen that way.” I look outside my window and think thanks to God and to others who help me along my way. I look in eyes of kindness and I see a kindness that really gave up on evil when it started praying for less. Because with much comes much concern for things I can’t change. I am thankful not only for the words of Jesus that damn me, like the Good Samaritan and the Millstone to realize the blessings of hope, faith, love and charity. Examination of questions that He answers in a mosaic of our difficult situations to not make the same mistakes twice. So, as they pour on the concrete overshoes and I become fish food, you’ll make it. Tension and stress of these arrogant dispositions leave me to the almost divine past. “I don’t like it but I guess things happen that way.” Oh yea. Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? 2:26 PM


I feel so ashamed and so stupid. Sit down beside me woman with a shirt that says. “I’m with stupid.” I can’t stand the shame. Teeth on edge, bitter grapes. Women are poison to me. Dream tonight. Tomorrow work. Pull out those thistles. Rake under the porch. Sweep driveway. 11:53 PM


Every chance I might have to speak on mental illness I hope I have the courage and intestinal fortitude to meet the condition. I want to give them the hope they so urgently need without being pulled down by the drowning stimulus. Each tomorrow opens another door but nights like last night beat the daylights out of me. 1:09 PM


They, a.k.a., “them.” America theTragic. Never thought that epitaph would stick but not only not ing any of the political parties I’m going to the hanging. We’ll see. Yea, we’ll see. If it’s worth fighting for all the way around the world I figure it’s worth the risk to tell you the land of the free and the home of the brave is the land of “if” now. But some things are bound to happen when the straw breaks the camel’s back like all the bribes given and taken that pushed the envelope on your worthless life of persecuting in the name of righteousness and thievary every damn foolish thought that you paranoid sons and daughters of bitches, a.k.a. bastards of satan and bastardettes of the devil, with interchangable shoes, souls and affections, unlike the giotine waiting for you where one size usually fits all unless your Goliath’s brother. But we are enemies. Yes, indeed we are, and I hope you a violent, unrecoverable death with the damnation of eternal Hell acccompanying it. Oh, I know I’m no good, but you are just plain evil, advantage taking, reptiles.


Dieing slowly is misery. Wake up at midnight sick to the stomache. Beings I’m mental they disadvantage me. So, yea, I put a lot of hope in the next life because I want to see painful lashes and stripes of blood on their backs. They cheat. That’s all there is to it. Their alibis are empty and Hell, unlike the real Heaven, always has room for one more advantage at reaching out of the ground and ing each and every penny. When it comes to me, my God is a jealous God. So, as they learn a lesson about messing in the diabolical schemes they will find a cold floor in a deep prison. What they preach and take oath to is not what they practice. When God shatters them like a clay pot they’ll wish for something, just like me, that was annihilated. Well, that point given, I guess I’ll become one more casualty on their long list and just boil my blood and make blood pudding for the hungry masses who don’t steal, kill, nor destroy instead of these hypocrites who I would not and will not ever follow for they are in for a big trouble suprise when all this time sifts through on my life, on their life, and in the eyes of understanding. 1:53 AM


You and me end right here. I’m not going to love the evil you do. I’m not going to love a person perpetrating and who has attempted my destruction time after time, again and again. You think nothing of my side of the story is relevant but Jesus pays very close attention. The man who takes away the sin of the world as they stand on my neck to get a better view. Because all they ever think of is themselves. It’s no different since it has been since the beginning of time when it comes to the likes of these vipers. So, as they eat, drink, and attempt to live up to less than nothing imagine a world where these people aren’t invited. Relish in the fact my God will uphold my cause. Things are going to get very, very violent in their lives and I’m glad. That’s one way to bring about a change of heart. As for the people who embezzle my funds and give me pittance I hope they go to hell. I hope the closer death comes in their lives the more they will understand they were lost the moment they went astray when they came into the world. Their god is a false god. They are the children of perdition. They say, “what’s that mean?” 2:28 AM


Such es another 4th of July. Land of the phonies, home of one brave man. Let them undo themselves. They will find the hard path leads to easier days and purchase of a god who takes and takes makes certainly distemper in situations of a meaning of mean, mean, perpetually painful fire. You mess with someone, like me, you’re going to find out different than you never could imagine as the certain satan plans on paying you a visit tonight with a henchman. They shadow you like a foul evil that will never have its way with me anymore. I guess it is the answer. A little chuckle at how the Holy God of Israel and false christianity is not only swift but accurate enough to get His point across to a crowd of thieves. What? No justice? Well, it’s justice with enough fury that not only will you not do it anymore but it will leave you in a very ruthless and bad condition. 2:53 AM


This pirate’s cove doesn’t want any chicken shit, false hearted fools along for a joy ride into damnation. Next to us is the Flying Dutchman flying the Jolly Roger, my escape where I leave you lilly livered, scared of Satan pieces of crap. If it breathes a noose’ll cure that with a snap, kick, quake and shiver. Don’t you know your starboard from the port you swine mingling pig? Jam an apple in your mouth and pretend you’re the toast of the hanging because the fuck if I’m gonna be intimidated by any man who is afraid of the oath we all freely took which means very little to those of such cold blooded murders that I have to have fucknuts ripping his tongue out in the treachory of wild eyed thirst. Give the cock sucker some water before I sift him like wheat with the fire ready to get rid of the notion I am going to take away any of the shit proposed and decided on. So, you got your justice, judge and governor. You’re gonna swing where the bluebirds sing and hang until the corpse rots and then the shit pile of you that’s left is going to get kerosine for that indelible pile of maggots that truly adds up to who, what, and why you are no more than an easy target for a furious vengeance that doesn’t really care about a cut throat legalist living on borrowed time and the wrong end of the ugly in God’s eye’s stick. 3:52 AM You h’ain’t never gonna catch the right handed fist of God, the midnight writer. A fool and his pride and glory just hit cold rock bottom.


You can’t have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat. How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat? Oh, I do know diamonds from glass, gold from brass. So, I’ll just roll this free soda pop stand down the road. Bye—bye baby. Don’t forget to turn out the lights. I am justice. I am wisdom. I am patience. I am outlaw revenge. 4:29 AM I am a fire waiting in the dark to burn your apostasy sanctuary to the same as you’ll be—ashes and creole. There’s a sucker born everyday but people who have unfailing hearts won’t see daylight for the fear of all this. Their hearts will turn to spades and they will rise up to meet the thieves in Davy Crocket outfitting and put what’s left of them in cold storage graves. Without a clue the only justice they can afford is voidness of understanding. They are stranded, lost, cold and hungry but we who knows. God knows His Grace is always sufficient for and unto we believers. 4:37 AM


Betrayal of the wait. They got tired of waiting. Wait broke the bridge. That’s still okay with me but I’ll wait expectantly because something is going to change. One is my being around the “they say” crowd. It makes me not their judge. I am just one witness amongst the knowing who uses all the hard heartedness and binding of me to be a servant which the Holy Ghost short circuits out. God is a very just Judge and I know where I’ll be at my dismissal from physical life. They believe and know many things but their hearts are closed and I haven’t got a clue of just how they can live life without knowing God Who called me out alone and made me into someone who understands a pack of dogs from who used to be lovers. Because of judging and hard heartedness we are separated. One of the reasons is you are busied with this, that, and the other. I wait expectantly and know I won’t be disappointed by the knowledge of the Eternal God that He has revealed of God the Son Jesus and Jesus the Lord’s showing me more and more the Sovereignty, Dominion and Power of all this for one thing. To wait patiently and expectantly. 7:31 AM

Tuesday July 20th, 2010 10:47 PM

So, I take my american modern medicine for insanity pills made by chinese geniuses in viet cong language that drives those vietnam vets to attention as they physco-analyze how turning them pink is going to be a problem on their psyche in my apartment where the only previous friends I had were town drunks, manic depressives, and plain crazy people. BUT, we had the times of our lives and I, the foolio, miss those damn self indignant mother loving lifers. Today I got up from the nightmare where I was in a place where myself and a couple of old high school buds with a big crowd in a dark loud place were taking giant whoofs of white powder from a big pile on the table. I hadn’t seen one of them for 30 years and I’m sitting there thinking. Man, shouldn’t you be a little bit more inconspicuous about it? So, I went outside and it was late afternoon and there was a cop there, and there was a mental health quack there and I’m starting to wonder. Damn! Woke up and it was 8 AM this morning, so I rolled out in a hurry, man, what a nightmare. The rest of the day has been another has been but I’m sure glad I keep my distance from so much of the world and survived what most didn’t, simply not by their own selling of “getting involved” but staying the fuck away from almost everyone. Many a lonely day and lonely night in the past and my best friends are Mom, my cat Tomiseena and even the person who wasn’t worth the shit the pigs left behind, my younger brother is becoming possible to adjust my sights, I mean, deal with. Thanks for reading this book, it wasn’t easy I’m sure, as it took lessons you never would, nor could, discover because, hey, by invitation only actually means something if you have to sacrifice for it. I’m not trying to come on like angel dust but I find plenty of time all the time and sometimes my waste of time is nobodies business but mine and that is what I loved the most about my dad. 11:06 PM

Thursaday July 22nd, 2010 1:14 PM

The weather. It rained and flooded last night. About 5 inches in a couple hours. Yea, the rain came down. Let it wash you away because there ain’t never enough, unless you’re Noah. So, yea, I was up a couple of times last night. I don’t know how today is going to have any more effect than people coming and going like bloodhounds after the daily sacrifice. I believe glory days are probably way long gone but I keep pecking away. Tomorrow is a hundred years away. Only my dreams are forgotten. The good dreams are far and few between and the nightmares run through a vicious world that cackles like ravens at the garbage heap. No more tomorrows for me is all the world gives a hoot. They even set up a dismissal of junked hot rods in the museum of great intentions. Great deals are no deals because, again, like buzzards they pick and choose misery to deliver. Misery, from my own experience of knowing it, doesn’t always love company. No, it doesn’t. It’s living in the fear of God’s great wrath that will not leave us until we are 5 feet down in a 6 foot deep grave. Saint Paul says that when God forgives He forgets, but we our big mistakes. If you don’t believe it look in the mirror or the tally list at 50 state penitentiarys. What are they going to do but time? Maybe read stupid books like this one to occupy it. Head in a sling, leg in the air, brokejawed slings and arrows, whips, shields and swords. No such thing as a kind woman from this atmosphere. They just dig gold like the rest of us with all the carnal knowledge they can acquire to blame the next fool who rides the Queen of the Forest. Everyone starts snapping their fingers and swinging to the tune of the Adam’s family. I’m Uncle Fester. I ate all my wives like they’d like to do to me. Black Widows. 1:35 PM


I’m afraid I just can’t let you be thrown into the eversuffering Lake of Fire. Don’t care what you did, nor for how long you did it. As long as you agree with me that Jesus Christ paid the penalty of the sins of the whole world with His cross, death and resurrection. God The Father, Great God Almighty holds a very firm hand and stupid people like me, afraid not of Satan nor a dozen men backs down when He comes on like a Dragon with the fury of a madness and blow like raging cannons. Yet I know He loves each and every one of us to the degree of things some call unreal, insane, when phenomenon rises from death to tell the wayward world, “no” you’re not going to be eternally damned but will be eternally blessed for the provision you carry in your heart of faith in the Good Lord Jesus Who Satan cannot match not even one iota when He showed the Light of His Glory and all evil Hell couldn’t flee fast enough. The edge of Hell in hot persuit of a neusance to some, absolute insanity to others. Yet I know these worlds are true. If people want to hate you to the point of killing you let them pretend they have anything on you because your prayer for them will be heard in the spirit world, even on the spirit road. There once was a man who was so evil God Himself killed him. You don’t believe The Almighty has the prison and confinement of Hell for the lackluster, greedy, malicious bastards who do things like perhaps you are familiar with by experience to just let this experience be your warning and better yet let it be your grand invitation to your own hearts desire. Believe in Jesus the Lord and you will be aved. Plain and simple. Let it be. 8:35 AM

Wednesday September 1st, 2010

Sometimes we all make alibis or are so proud of work ethics we’d pray to get on our knees and thank the Good Lord and actually pray and consider all the crap He goes through just to get to the mushrooms. Fortunately He loves and cherishes mushrooms. They say things like please and thank you and never let four letter words come between honest conversation. But that gets all blown to Hell. So, dragging a cross of burdens of our own mortality and humanity I find space is a luxury. If you think about it, there’s always more than anyone’ll cover. Magic minds. I consider traumatic brain injuries don’t take a heart less further, they take it deep into Hell. Four letter words come with the panic. The panic comes with the shock and no, you can’t handle it and may not survive it. But, they got you dialing a diddly squat number for dear life and sanity and I scare the piss out of my loves and can never recapture my losses. The moral of the story is that I have acquired through allegiance with the few prayers I do pray, a stand with the Almighty and I realize that’s few and far in between anymore but Jesus is trained in all matters and I am guilty and if you won’t forgive me, I understand. Some always have it very much worse than this soda pop, cracker jack, loser who doesn’t think there are feelings I can’t let go but sliding through normal life I know I have brought light to a dark part of hell because I, at the time, wandered. I was a sheep astray and possibly will be a scapegoat again. But, life goes on for me and the trick of miracles is to humbly ask for them, wait in patience, faith, working to make a dollar stretch further and believing the Good News of the New Testament and the Providence of the Old Testament. I’m happy I have as much intelligence as I still do and my hope is Zion. I don’t like taking risks, but once they find accomplishment I know I won’t get off on patting myself on the back. I find truthfully the best way to help oneself is to help another. When you do and the basic world condemns you or doesn’t put themselves in your shoes their problems will accumulate, it’s nature. Even then, still, and then, again, and it turns to a basic double cross. So, humbly and with humility I turn the world loose. They want knowledge without the warnings of a hard road ahead as they skin their iguana. No big deal to some. They have their mind on greatness as they do their ever important lines and injections, or, out to save a world that is a slow train coming to a runaway train. Depression and anxiety. Worries and little wonder. People tell stories. It’s called gossip. Rarely

do they get beyond the war is over. Put down your crack shot pride and return to Earth when you can. I guess it’s all a part of growing up on the street. Not always is the street anything but the place of another bloodbath with survivors who swear they will get even and hopefully find we are lucky if we get out alive. But I guess unless you’re Elijah or Malchizadek or Enoch, no one gets out alive. So, I will wait and I will seek wisdom and knowledge that I feel is new and important to every aspect of life so that when I am anxious, it may relax me spiritually and nervedly. I’m glad for my vision because it was taken and given back. I know it’s a miracle that hasn’t been done since Jesus’ day. But I was visually blind as just the thought of that hell makes me ever in His Work. That makes me justifiable to few who don’t bother to give anything to anybody anything but a good mooch and the term ‘preciate it when they don’t and take it for granted. The ant doesn’t take things for granted. King ant to pauper ant has patience to search for sustenance, organize, and when the time comes lay down the law. If that offends the tyrants. Actually I’m glad. People’s possessions have legal rights. Right to freedom of speech. Right to keep and bare arms. You have two fists. If you have to use them. The right to work in such a way like carpenter ants and take down the whole schmoozle undercover. Even if it’s in broad daylight. Or, a blackbird singing in the dead of night. When the Gospel Truth is told you reap what you sow. There’s plenty of good seed in the world and plenty of bad. But there is only one or two wonderful, wonderful Soup Stones. Take it from me kid, if you don’t cheer up and think realistically you’re missing the slow boat to China where there’s nothing to do but roll around heaven all day. Pick, pick, picking on word patterns only fools take for desperation. I guess he wants to tell the world about the Mighty Quinn. Well, it worked for Bob Zimmerman and the Byrds. Ancient history are the best stories ever rehashed because nothing, and I mean blot nothing ever goes on around here anymore. You can’t trust even your own shadow. Some people just are that way. 2:47 PM


Joy is in my heart although pain is in my body. I want to pour a whiskey on the rocks but instead I will cherish this old rugged cross. I am thankful to God the Father for so many simple blessings. My anger is no good. I am angry sometimes at myself. Cheap tricks dealt upon me, murderous blows, jaw breaking sucker punches with brass knuckles, betrayal. Try to do good and you will find so much opposition that it tends to discourage. When the everforeboding wrath of God comes the anger of God will be in a way that is not subtle like a serpent. Nor derogatory like these broods of vipers that infiltrate peace with persecution, violence, and cold contempt. It’s where they are not so bold and proud about being mere men and women who not only played a game with lives but sold their souls to dispositions where such carnal crap is as phoney as a bill clinton 3 dollar bill so they could usurp power and dwell in the land that will buckle with earthquakes, explode with volcanoes, be infestated with painful biting, armoured insect bug creatures and make their cheap existences cease to be. It’s not that I don’t care but it’s my life, it’s your life, and their persecution is murdering thousands of innocent victims through their system everyday. No? What else do you acclaim abortion to be? You’ve been a liar and the lover of your lies since I was a young child and it cost me my life before I was born again, risen from death just like He promised and your self evidence proves to me the only thing you got going for you is your inane indifference, lukewarm. You will be found at the short end of the stick and cry for mercy you would never give. Where is your justice for all? Another damned lie in damned Babylon whose god named mammon money is going out the door that will never be opened to the vipers, blood shedders, and vampires that feast on innocent blood and make ways to provide it by collaberating with obsene fools who are pagans, heathens, and butchers of the weak, defenseless and forgiven innocent. The only plea you have is to hang yourself for it were better for you that you had never been born. Oh, yea, it’s a great day. Justice has come to the House of Israel. The skies are beautifully blue and I can enjoy a glass of wine in ance of my Lord Jesus Christ. The Eternally Begotten Son of God Who humbled Himself unto death, even the death of a condemned malefactor under Roman dictatorship. You know what? It’s the same world and the same type of people going around right now that are condemned. They wear uniforms.

They wear black robes. They go by the names of distinguishment but they are little more than maggots and fools. There is Revolution in the air alright and it may as well start here because you are backed into the final corner. Your life means no more to me than a god damned Judas Iscariot or Pontius Pilate and YOU are a malefactor and a traitor, a murderer and a false witness, a liar and a drunk and a thief, worth less than nothing with the price going down everyday on your god money who walks out the door no man will ever be able to reopen and recompence will be due for your soul. You gave no mercy, you, sir, will get no mercy. CONDEMNED 4:35 PM


When I want I don’t. Sometimes I don’t know why but in the process of not doing what I want I am repenting. But, at least this late in my life they are my victories. They made me suffer terribly and prolonged my suffering and added to my suffering as they put me out. Jesus says, “rejoice and be glad.” I kinda realize they are punks who do dirty things thinking it will never catch up to them and their reprobate lives. So, I, more or less, my whole adolescent and adult life have been enslaved either by institutions, pain plus incarcerations and basic house arrest. So, I type. I type sometimes about what it’s like. Some folks in power usurp it. I believe they actually need a bullet in their face. What? My friends? They are not my friends. They are envious, jealous, bastards who think—who knows what they think? I don’t care for them any more than hoping they die soon. And they do. They drug themselves, drink themselves and God finally gets pissed off enough to call these fools fools and kills them and casts them to the other side. Notorious bastards and bitches who set themselves as top card on a house of cards or dominoes all ready for a shove of one domino so they will fall. I guess what I need to do is pray somehow. Some sort of blessing that turns water to wine? I think they are what they are. Set themselves up. Now they are set up for slaughter for God Almighty’s bow and noonday arrow. I believe that will take them just as they are for payback. Another one bites the dust. 6:11 AM


When you take the lead that when the fire comes you’ll be the primary target. We all fall down like dominoes. Some will survive, some will the Army of Hell, nothing stopping the fire of Hell. The dark, powerful Hell that leaves Saints no choice and derogatory statements are the order of the day. Yea, it’s spine tingling and the violence tickles, the old laugh and say “carry on,” as the men think romance doesn’t always involve a perplexed daughter. Well, every girl does rate a Dad, it’s just the way it works. I guess they figured a way without the likes of such a fool such as you, me and the sheep who bleet and, hey, how are you? No one lives in any one skin but their own. Yet, they’ll try to get the price for their infirmities of their guilt if they have a conscience. You know, the place where it butters up to an Act of Contrition where the place suddenly makes it worth surviving because of breaking down the terror we involve ourselves with personally. Face it. Put on the biggest front and some brave soul marches right through it. Some fool who is on a mission for God that costs everything but something reached in recovering from a free fall and soaring, swooping like Jonathon Livingston Seagull. Every Jonathon we are indeed, finding freedom is the will to fly and soar and glide over all the hatred, anger and persecution they call vainly justice and good and common sense. The persons we’d like to put a bullet between the eyes of are so low because they are forgiven and are the equivalent to nothing. I am nothing. When I die I will become Jonathon Livingston Seagull. A book I’ve never read but the meaning is the flight. Flying, soaring, gliding close to the Heavens, into the Sky, around in Heaven. As the world walks by. Some dream. Some are attacked. Some have broken dreams and broken wings but all belong to a minute of a dream and the feeling is good, powerful, freedom. Not a thought on the mind. The anger and dirty looks. The friendly heroin addict. Superman guided by the eyes of truth and justice. But that doesn’t matter. Prudence, patience and virtues give hope of just a hope to guide me through the dark minutes of insanity if that’s what it is. They are trapped outside. The spirits march by as electric guitars shout obsenities that sing Hell all over fool satan who has bowels enough to know he’s no match. An image of defeat that the shock of his presence keeps on gaurd the memory and

chases through the days and nights to the glory of the unseen, evil, and power that one by one transgress below. You may know that when God actually does give you manhood you will be all He made you to be. Humble, proud against arrogance, and fully able to hold until death frees a waiting soul that has been unable to do what a list of purgatory demands of fools who actually do them not. Understanding in all labour there is profit. When survival is detrimental to you and you alone because trapped are the heart attacks, the blood spills, the intuition, mobility and psyche kick in. You, in a way, are the best freedom. Because never in a world that enslaved in a heartbeat all the dominions it could. The tyrants fooled by God because they will meet an angry man where their shit definately stinks to the nostrils of High Heaven where you, Jonathon Livingston Seagull don’t give a fuck about proud puppet shows until the boy of wood becomes flesh and blood and you’re singing and dancing around the kettle on the fire slicing vegetables with your family and friends while singing songs of Zion and happy to the extent of a charisma and zeal to learn from our own mistakes and surmount and overcome the bastards who would kill for money and other uselessness that freedom’s flight doesn’t usually escape with and in no way, shape, or form, needs. The dance continues, the pot is a cheerful area of camp where the joy of salvation is all that you see and experience for the price you were bought for. For your freedom began at an unforgivable predestined route that leaves treasure in the heart of a bird. A hummingbird that charms itself because the weight of tyranny met its match in worlds where the fear of the Lord brought on the courage to tell fools you won’t sell out yourself to become a nervous drunk who pretends labels are possession marks and that weight is now their own detriment because they have an appointment with death. They will prove themselves guilty everyday as our lives go on knowing 3 AM. Knowing 3 AM ain’t bad with a long dead train that chose to by and tell you adventures of the person whose murder Jesus wouldn’t stick to him and realize that I, to myself don’t know why a man of such real glory and power is so good. So good to me, for me, and when this is all over the Saints will have the power to pray their powerful prayers in high gear from a lost hiway to a gloomy day, or foreboding nightmares that proved faith in the Bible gives me so much insurance, assurance, and the ability to cast out demons, ripping them apart 2, 3, 4 at a time because, Satan, this world was never meant for the likes of you and your decadent apostasy and I’m gonna be a thorn in your flesh as long as you are forced by the Almighty to inherit the Hell of your deceit that was taken by force and by violence as the dreams from the brave while you shackled them to slavery, desperation, and an unforgetable world that God is watching with His Own Personal Hourglass as the sands sift through and I believe He’s not thinking

of the miserable likes of you satan because I will take care of you in the long run. He is probably thinking thoughts like, ya’ know, I’ve created a masterpiece in grey and today that’s alright with me. Everything is kinda alright. Almighty Jesus is at the Right Hand of God the Father whence He Shall Come to Judge the living and the dead whence His Kingdom Shall Have No End. Then the worthless story and worthless rights will be given consideration ardently when darkness es and the Angel of Death comes upon the unprepared and those that could care less about rights and justice, repentance unto forgiveness and life as it is meant to be. Something only Jonathon Livingston Seagull realizes and he’s been many places and won many things but this one has no guile and I will defeat you Satan by all the strength, heart and mind I can muster from full devotion, whether it be in silence, destitution, or unsurvived, direct connection. I will, I will, oh yea, you’ll be back and you’re gonna get it right in the face because nasty does as curious accumulates. It’s all in. Who can sharpen the blade to a deadly tip and scour the heart of too proud, arrogant bastards who were never going to believe the underdog flew low always knowing this ain’t the end, this isn’t even the beginnng and ten strong arm fools are no match for one half wise man who knows disaster, vampires, and near death enough to realize Christ Jesus is gobbling up and swallowing hard in His Own I told you so victory because to the Victor goes the spoils. You can’t always get what you want but if you try sometimes you just might find you had all you needed when you first got down on your knees. I knew that. I know you did. 6:56 PM


Just keep it to yourself. I kinda believe no one and no body is scott free nor undecided about the grim surprise that is coming out of the dark and into the blue. Everyday I simply track a feeling I have received from a vision and rotten realities I have purloined upon from books that tell you certain things that God allowed to go into print. I don’t really hate anybody for too long, not you, not anybody, because some danger in life I guess they say just goes with the territory. It does get dangerous in the paranoia of random access memories that for some reason is advancement of time to a place God requires you to go for reasons perhaps His Own Inquires. God help you. 3:42 PM


If you kill yourself you will not have secured your mission. If you die there isn’t one thing that bothers the dead if the dead doesn’t want to be bothered. I don’t know why Satan brought about himself to argue the jealousy he felt about the Most High but there are plenty who believe it also, and they, all in all, don’t know what to believe. They go about in the land of the living while the dieing, killing and planned extinction of man by Satan the Devil brings horrors to light and hangs the people who didn’t have the arsenal of WALLS that I have fallen, blown away. The broken hearts hopefully will find The Good Lord The Good Shepard to bring them from the broad assault of civilization to the home where the protection of the Holy Ghost is the Stead and Angels and the Mother of God is Someone that won’t let the things of the dead and night spirits wake you up to isolate you in madness for them to use shock and such things to reduce you to little more than a stupid animal. Bottles in front of me and frontal labotamys need to know these antecedants have me at beautiful trials to accumulate the fear and distill it into blood where the vampires are bolted out, locked out, and there is a human crusifixion in Person. No, it doesn’t end here. Get yourself calm. This is no big deal in the very large mind of The Lord God. He expects you to rise above adversity and good people know you have the ability to rise and shine in the heart of matters, no matter what, the bottle in front of you, will eventually be your worst enemy. A frontal labotamy is the same district of Hell as abortions to me. If they ever give me a frontal labotamy I hope I am suffocated by someone who sees the Hell of the victim and may the perpetrators suffer a Hell’s fire 10 times hotter than the Hell of even murderers. You are up against the WALL and here I am because I do find my Heaven spewing from the Mouth of Hell and I don’t care if you kill the Devil Satan yourself but somewhere along the line that person who walks to and fro upon the face of the Earth is gonna get the proverbial shaft by someone, maybe me, maybe you, who will get rewarded by Jehovah God Yaweh in Glory way beyond what the finite mind can ever, ever imagine. So, this is a test. Have you heard about Him? The Word made Flesh that dwelt among us. Oh, yea, like all the rest in this world of apostasy, demonic institutions, hells of hells alleys of dark hells of historys’ past. Avenues of approach to time travel. Reviving from dead 7 X 70 times to leap tall WALLS with a single bound, the mind is the greatest gift besides a decent heart and a

refined like silver soul God the Father Almighty would and could and did give to me, you, your Uncle, your Uncle Sam, your Brothers in Arms, your sisters, your mother, fathers, sisters and brothers but you know this is a secret that only those who DID and were Given the Understanding of THIS are gonna be in this Area of Heaven bought at the price of blood that all accumulated that went up to the Bridle of God Almighty’s HIGHEST running stallion and took from Satan the Devil any claim of superiority upon me by the Lord’s forgiveness because I am a man who knows how. How it’s done, how it gets done, how I will do it again and again, until light from EARTH burns HELL’S DARKEST ALLEYS of kidnapping murders with ONCE MORE to reclaim all that SATAN the DEVIL stole from GOD, MAN and LIGHT AND HUMAN SPIRIT. THAT. Also I believe it is like the GREAT SPIRIT of ELIJAH and CRAZY HORSE. LOOK beyond your nose dear, or at least try to understand what’s right under it. Heaven help the lonely on this night. IN the NAMES of the Father the Son and The Holy Spirit. To be? Or not to be? Those are the questions that Satan has fooled the rich and the poor alike for Centuries. Just be yourself. Be what Jesus did for you. Forgive. Your adventures have only the limit of the deep to survive. You learn a lot having the understanding to die before you surrender. Custer and his men knew they’d be slaughtered. They are having, you might say, the time of their life after 100 years. The Power of God’s Words are irrefutable and all you have to do is what you do and stay alive. Arms and legs blown off? Stay alive. ectcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Like the Bishop gave me I extend to you. Grace and Peace. 4:47 PM


Friends die. Out of time. They were doing time. They found death waiting along the hiways. They scraped them up and I could hardly believe they died. As if there ever would be a chance that death isn’t contagious is as phoney as life gets when I try to understand such things. Death is heartfelt scarey when chances are you are going to die and everyone and their mama is trying to milk you into their “we’re here to help you” crock of shit that infuriorates me to the point of insane, angry silence. We’re here to help you. Oh yea? Then get off my face you gold digging piece of shit because my own blood is testimoney enough sometimes to yours truly. You have problems of your own so big it bonafies bastardization of what you mean to people with no way out but death while doing strict time while you’re out to help only yourselves in your bogus, phoney government of breaking up fights by murdering simple lives of their life, liberty and persuit of happiness, plus 10,000 maniac rules that justify suicide. If you have to wipe the butt of someone who didn’t take it, wouldn’t take it, and killed him or herself, or was murdered, you can expect your troubles to get off in drunken damage to your name, your flesh and your face and soul. Jesus the child, hiding in a corner while intense moments of fear vaporize the structure of your wild indifferent concern. Hypnotization into the moments that translucently sets you in an isolation of schizophrenia that belongs to the annuls of a far off library that if they read it . . . who knows? I’m sure they didn’t learn anything but demons scare just as easy as the timid when they have met their match and you can tell me the thousands of thousands of ways to perish. But one thing you can’t piss off is God and as long as I or you realize that don’t sweat the petty things pet the sweaty things because they sook diabolical ways to judge you. You keep strictly to hating them with perfect hatred except for those you really love because your judges aren’t out to judge you honestly, they are out to condemn you. Pray to Jesus, God and Mary their death is as painful and diabolical as their phoniness is now apparent to you and what the Hell do they know but the same corruption their fathers and their thievery despises in me? That I love. I sincerely hope my job in Heaven is to go to Hell and hang the bastards. 12:31 PM


Living for tomorrow. More or less, that’s what today has cooked up to be. All the answers don’t give a shit about the people their great decisions acclaim. Everyday the hammer drops on someone. Somewhere someone kills another person. Why? Feelings. Money. Then there’s the big one. Hatred. Oh yea, people are people. These rotten times are someone’s best of days and these best of days are someone’s barely making it through to the next day. Using people. Expecting the status quo to be everyone’s goal, responsibility, war. Once in a tribute I died for you. But I am still alive. Can I see the shadows racing at lightening speed. Sometimes believing in yourself is all you can do, brother. 5:58 PM


Once in a Greek mile I saved the world. I belonged to a nuclear family. But soon the world tromped us into situational digression. Why God? How do you suffer this apostasy that is a monster? Everyday they came and went with their upheaval. Some days I went to sleep in such anxiety that I never thought I’d make it to the next day. Why Lord? Some don’t care for anything you do. Some want you to suffer on a cross everyday. That’s not you. I know the truth about your life, love and resurrection. It is doing what you had to do. I realize I may never have certain questions answered. Why does the world debauch and lasciviously interact with pulling down the love I have for the underdogs, even when I am the underdog? Am I wrong for caring or are they going to play me mind games as they conspire a conspiracy that will be with them now until they are laid forever 6 feet under? They understand nothing like love. Their love is as false as the temperment of a scorpion. They are not good people. They drive a living death road now to a place where their own mischeif will be their own situation, not mine. Thank You Lord for these minutes with You. 2:52 AM

Wednesday September 22nd, 2010 2:01 PM

They won’t rest until they have me dead in an insane asylum. I know it. Don’t have to guess one little bit. Every spectacular, not so spectacular moment is nothing when you have no one to share it with. That’s the truth. Man is not meant to be alone. But I am. I make the best of it I can. I hide, hide, hide behind these paranoid eyes. You’ve got better things to do than waste my bitterness over a cup of coffee with yours truly. You run from God and the Devil until one of them is going to run you into the damned ground cursed by innocent blood. I wish I could leave America, but it’s the same as it’s always been all over the world. Where would I go to? The Antartic. The way things look that’ll be the new surf city. We’ve done it to ourselves and the Man Upstairs is quiet as a mouse. Some play with bibles. Some play with guns. Some people undo the law until the law’s all undone. I’d rely more and more on common sense and letting your conscience instead of your pocketbook being your guide because you are another, like me, a perfect example of a totally bad example. Stand up and take a bow. Don’t be afraid of the shadow. Does the shadow have a shadow? I don’t know but I know the shadow’s shadow has a shadow, it’s called a photograph. I could go on but I don’t want to bore you with the casualty list of outspoken fly shit on the WALL that can’t get over it to save life, soul, or ion because he prays to a God he don’t believe in. Surf City here I come. Thanks a lot. Can I take that to the bank? 2:14 PM


Where are all the questions? They are not in the land of the living. We think we have answers for everything. The questions are all in the Cemetary. They walk around through the mist and haunt with an inquisition to wonder. The living. Most of the living pay them no regard. But, there is one here right now. A Mother who dearly wants her children to be patient and careful. Yea, questions from the Cemetary make a Brigade and race through the night until dawn’s early light. Funny thing about a Cemetary is that it’s open all night but you may not be welcome. Some folks sleep in the Cemetary in the Summer. I don’t judge them because I’m sure they learned about the impatience of a few of them who have been waiting far too long. Some of them were taken away far too young. Kind of a cafe’ of silence until the children come out to run and play. The spiritual world is unique and can be amusing but I don’t fool with the dead. 5:04 AM


Back to the rig-a-ma-roll of dead noonday quiet. With Saint Valentine’s Day Monday I felt about alone as I always do. At least I don’t get anonymous phone calls from fags. No, I’m not the sheriff but the last piece of ass I got was when my finger slipped through the toilet paper. Lonely women and ransacked dudes who don’t necessarily trust women much further than they trust a whiskered old foolio like I am. I need a change. But, the only changes I get are when the abominations of desolation money lovers get wind of how they “legally” rip off anyone and everyone who would seriously love to hang their asses. By the neck until dead, dead, dead. It’s been a long time coming and thieves are a lot more in control than suicide, can’t take it anymore, late 50 something’s are. It’s a good day to do something revolutionary. No, not one idea crosses my mind that’s new, unique, and that actually works. So, plan B. When I figure out plan B I’ll get back to you. In the meantime I’m fighting off the urge to have a shot of booze. Wicked, wicked, whiskey in crazy town tonight. The Dali Lama? Smiling on coins and beefed up for another 25 years while I can’t even see tomorrow by the dashboard light. Cowboy town has too many freaking laws that are so one sided it kinda makes me wonder who the hell is going to get robbed or shot next. I don’t know. Maybe me. 12:36 PM


You may, or may not know me. I’m like, the grouchy old man who knows his days are numbered. Everybody’s a cock sucker. I may or may not get one gold digger girlfiend. And, my days are numbered twice over now. Besides that, the world can kiss my ass, because when I get to the other side I’m going to be waiting for a lot of . . . what? These cock suckers? The consideration they had for me? I will have even less for these assholes. If, the least I can do is care, that’s not true. The least I can do is chop off their fucking heads and kick it to the cannibals. What a joke! All their serious crime prevention and paranoia is a joke. When the time actually does come . . . and I will be very surprised but hopefully informed, when you land on the other side, you can be prepared, or unprepared to be virtually kicked to death, so you know how it feels. Any questions? Do midgets get priority? Yes, midgets will be in on the head kicking. Will the totally abnoxious sluts get into the kingdom? The kingdom of voodoo is what they practice. That’s what they’ll get. Zombiism. Eventually they will be transformed into zombies. Egads. That’s what Victor said when he was sentenced to be executed. Egads. 1:57 PM


Look! This is a corrupt country in a corrupt world and people are scared stupid. Here they have murdered 53,000,000 innocent humans through abortion. Even the people who do have all the money are panicking. After all, the responsibility partially is theirs. The Corrupt Supreme Court. So, any fool can says shit don’t flow downhill, but this world is coming to an end because God is harkening. People who killed so easily because other people refused to be FORCED into ways that they chose not to be, whether right or wrong, are boiling the pot over the kettle top. So, sleep in peace, if and while you can, because the clock is ticking down on the prophesy of the last days. Some scoff, some don’t believe it, some don’t care, but the indicators on the Geiger counter of what God will take and what He won’t take are about ready to blow a seal on this motherfucker called the human condition. Myself, I will continue to trust fully, surrendering all for the great promises of Jesus that shall not tarry long. 2:44 PM


So, what actually made me want to write, or type, my boring, life of riley? Pure boredom of a world that was going nowhere in hyper-space. Of course you know what I mean. I mean we actually live in the same galaxy. As long as you cop that crazy schizophrenic tune with me jackass I’m sometimes going to run you into a hell so deep you’ll be screaming, hollering and yelling, “you bastard of the Root of Jesse son of a bitch.” Mother fucker you don’t know a God Damned thing about anything from religion, to money, to paganism, to history, to squat you cock sucker. You’re a failure so bad you lick and suck the big toe of the biggest loser of all, Satan. I mean that mother fucker is so kill crazy that 53,000,000 people exumed the very fruit of their womb to lick his filthy, dirty, asshole. All you think of heaven isn’t the discipline God gave a freaking grasshopper weedhopper. But, friggen A, I like you, like I like my insolated socks. They’re warm and don’t wear out everytime you throw them in your neighbors, which’d be me, clothesdryer. So, whatever religious kick you’re on quit goddamn pointing the fucking finger, muslems as well as christians especially, at people who you don’t understand, capise, squat, fershtay? Because here’s your Jesus to the rescue. He, or she, who ain’t against you/us is for us. There’s just number 5. The fifth commandment. Thou shalt not kill. No matter what you do do not kill someone, for any reason. Uncle Sam tells you to kill. Make up your mind but don’t think each day and night isn’t going to be filled with satanic terror and death all along the way. So, for the last time you god damned fools. This day, in the house you are in, choose who you are going to serve and draw the line. God life. Satan death. Simple isn’t it. 4:11 PM

Tuesday February 15, 2011 1:19 PM

Hauling oats again. I’m not going to revive myself next time by downing a straight shot of 100 proof Jeramiah Weed. The music usually tells us, pretty much, the condition of the will to fight, if need be, for survival and/or personal sacrifice to God and/or some oaths we hold to be self evident. But, ants like me who are permanently head injured know stupid to the maximum effect of scientists on FBI/CIA LSD. There has been placed, brother, every dirty trick in the book on you. You keep on though, Captain’s Courageous, while they rip you off stone cold in the worst blizzard of the Century so far. So, wise up. Pray God Who hears all prayers of believers and those who ask for belief. He hears. My advice to myself is, after thanks, dig into the Word of God and get the scoop on religion, politics, faith, hope, love, revelation . . . and the list goes on and on. The redemption at the highest price for your soul. You don’t just read it. You realize it more than a freak like me realizes the freakishishness of freakism. Sure, I am never going to give myself mercy, but will ever be thankful to Jesus for the mercy I get as His benefactor. These powerful words you better digest lest you blow a fuse. 1:32 PM


You know Jesus, it would be nice if in your life as a human you had some real problems. Because, maybe then you could tell the truth such as Bruce Springsteen or even Joe Cocker tell it. They have your complicated life down to four gospels. After reading them I now found out that not only are and were they true but they were a fiasco. So, I’m not waiting on a dead horse anymore. I know you’re not offended because you understand. Life is for the living but if you can’t show up for your kingdom your kingdom is not going to hold it’s breath for you any longer. That’s me. You know, your friend that they drove crazy with violence, terror and enough persecution to go into a nice literal Hell when this is all said and done. Signed. The eyewitness of you in your glory. Rollin Woodruff 4:26 PM


I’m just sitting here smoking a cigar and watching those snowflakes fall and accumulate while listening to a rediscovered Hank Williams CD. After yesterday and the headache I had woken up with are gone I now thank Jesus for making sure I am no one but myself. Yours truly never forgets numbers 1, 2, or 3. That’s kinda how it should’ve went my whole life long but I don’t regret the special assignment I was set out upon. For, after all, after all is said and done, I believe I am born again to be a better listener and solver of problems while troubleshooting these cold hearts who never did deviate from being their glamourous, vain, see right through them, selves. They really have nothing before the Lord but a past of me-me’s on their celebrated Babylonian mammon path down their hiway to Hell. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their God, Country and fellow man. While I was watching from the window up above. Shoot outs on TV between dumbass shotgun wielders and cops kinda opened my eyes on just how it is for that class of society. So, here’s an outlaw prayer no one gets that stupid again. When you’re flying high and feel like you don’t mind dieing, He suffered and died, God bless His Holy Name, the judge will soon drop the hammer on your style of being just another prick who got out of control to the extent of a leaf on a freeway. But, you will find yourself doing time reading a Book that never fails to wait with you until you return to your senses. Mostly black, brown, or poor, find the door to their cell is the only freedom they can find in a book that was born in Hell but lived to tell of a real feeling Heaven laid at the feet of a thief for the belief expounded by a joker who has to tell of the smell that everyone else ignored. Poison comes in many forms. Don’t let them blackball you into selling out on anything you have to do for yourself to keep your form of faith alive. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. I know this much is true is a book by Wally Lamb. Anything some of your peers do is going to be your friend in times of religion of widows and orphans. The snow is still falling as the snowblower is calling but you know what? I’m just going to let it snow because in it I can Christmas. Alone. Nonetheless. I will to keep the truth of Christmas in my heart all the year long. I shot over his head and we ain’t seen him since. 12:47 PM

Wednesday February 23rd, 2011 8:27 PM

Once in a while I like to just hope I have a decent dream. The night is going to boil down to another night without a woman. Just like Satan laughing in my face and my face getting older and less awake with the burning cigarette minutes. But, hey, everyday is a blessing. The curse is only a curse if I let Jesus down to my disgrace of not accepting His Blood as full coverage for my sins. It just sometimes seems the emptiness without you woman is a blank page in a book of blank pages on how you think you can do things like get even with someone who is truly on your side because all you’ve got is the emptiness of a long life where you can believe them or you can come clean to me. No bribes, no conditions, just forgiveness for the other people who took such advantage of you, they killed your child. That is so sad as the miles of smiles sook out and destroyed my anger of them as they are a pathetic example of the friendship we own. Maybe someday Jesus will come back like a thief in the night but at 51 after 51 years of waiting and going crazy for that Divine Person I find I just can’t help myself. I just need you to believe with me that oneday, we too will inherit the Kingdom of God. I guess it just goes to show we never did sell out, we just surrendered to His Protection and trust in Him no matter what, why, or how we fail or succeed. Just minimize the damage by drawing grace from a Rock of Ages that is better than anything we diverted to that was unclean. Jesus states that He is coming soon. I do believe somehow, somewhere, somewhy, that He Will. 8:41 PM


Get ready. Ready on the right. Ready on the left. Ready on the firing line. Everyday you have got to go. It’s going to be either your voice or the voice of a foolish conversation. She had a smile that was so beautiful that I am starstruck. Let’s not spoil it for the faithful who really get the shaft sometimes because they are timid, tempid, and in the end will come out of this smelling like a rose. Love is something that is as glorious as this Sun in the sky. Certain people don’t believe in love and no one seems to care about them. Mistakes? We all make a few. In the rush that becomes life sometimes we want to dance. Or, isolate because of a paranoia that deep seats us in the dark and we pray. Those burdens are brought to light and we are very glad in the light. We are growing. No. No one can really imagine just how big this thing is going to get. We welcome it for the glory and tempidness of the Lord is a gracious thing. It is a wonder indeed. Today Angels and Princesses Rose to Pray. 8:15 AM


I suppose I should find a regular job. But, someday like today, I suppose I should die. But, I do neither. I like being just what I am. A thorn in Satan’s flesh. Slows him, or it, down, makes him limp, makes him hurt. Revenge is a dish best served while very much alive. The Lord didn’t make me stupid nor too easy toward temptation. Anymore the best I do is be as normal as my old friend the Sioux Indian Norman. When he was sober. I suppose he’s sober now. Sobering is a good lesson in the attribute of slipping your head out of the giotine just before it’s in a straw basket and R.I.P.. But I’m much happier being pretty much intact. Recovery is something that makes us so much better than being sucked into a tarpit of insanity, death, or looking out from behind bars of restitution. The only prison left is the self imposed debt that Jesus alone can and has paid for. No excuses for leading yourself down the wrong fork in the road from here on out. It’s past the point of following your nose down the madness that costs a worthless fortune that sells out cheap. You’ll find out all you need to find yourself in a place called Heaven and the Presence of Glory. Just don’t give up trusting in the good, the righteous, and the Wall to fall. We all have one. Sometimes God desires us to part company for His Own Reasons. You may get angry but it doesn’t befit you toward Some One who is Good and Cares for you hopefully to be a blessing toward those less fortunate. True. We are less fortunate sometimes or more fortunate sometimes but what is hard is waiting for someone to grow up. The antics are at best amusing but the Merry Go Round life is what I am talking about. Not only does society try to put and keep you on it but it transfixes you to buy into every doctrine that doesn’t pay off with the Promises of God. Naughty and haughty kinda makes me scratch my head in what in the world are they out to prove? But, who knows? Maybe with 5 smooth stones you’ll go out to battle Goliath. So many possibilities that drive you back to the WALL that soon enough you give up. Don’t give up. They won’t fight for you, you fight for yourself and them. They are sometimes just stupid people who get their kicks on being silly until they find themselves in the presence of evil. Then they are whistling a different tune but they are too scared to spit. One brave man takes on a world of cowards and wins. Like in the world of the blind the one eyed man is King. It takes nothing anyone can own. Can’t buy it or sell it. You can teach it but some refuse to learn because they don’t want it. You can look in

the mirror if you want to but all that matters are your eyes. Eyes that discern things that are relaxing and pleasant from things that are not right. They can kill you but you’ll be back because Jesus will simply raise you according to your faith. Satan is jealous but he is a fool and people you see who once wanted to befriend you have a bad habit of chasing stupidity until their phoney smile chases them from the obituary page to a page in your Bible which lays on your nightstand which is beside your coffee table with the guitar, keyboard, amplifier, fiddle, and a nice Hohner harmonica right there. Would it be better than a woman? Women are women. Men are men. Those who cross genders are some sick sons and daughters of the great whore of babylon. They will perish. Yes, indeed, there are some things in this world I just can’t explain. 2:15 PM


Heaven takes no prisoners. No, she’d kill me long before I’d ever kill her. Rightly so. I ponder upon the threats of the world for our gravest mistakes. So, they isolate you. In great big prisons or chemical Merry Go Rounds. You don’t get it do you? Heaven takes no prisoners. If you’re going there you’re going there to be free. Do whatever you want to. Wander in wanderlust across the Universe by flight from Galaxy to Galaxy. Kinda like a little kid with a great big dream that’s going to escape you the only way I can. I’m going to live to die a peaceful death. You don’t understand what or who Jesus is do you? He’s the talebearer of a Kingdom of God where one more child of God named yours truly is going. It’s more than a confidant guess, it’s a fact. So, yea, I will hate this chemical romance that keeps me alive but I will absolutely love Heaven. It’s the Museum of Science and Industry to an 8 year old boy named yours truly. 9:48 AM


Death is really where the story begins. Jesus was the Good News before He died and then the great news of perpetual eternity in forgiveness and glory really opens the book, opens the door, opens the gate of Blessed Heaven after we have given all to a life of dedication and devotion to being who God planned us when originally He Spoke us and formed us of the Earth to be Flesh and Bone and all the complexities of being humans all made in His Image. Oh, yea, the Bible Is The Greatest Story Ever Told. I wouldn’t worry so much about others as I would for my own self, which I do. Me and Mine. And I do. 2:18 PM

Saturday March 12th, 2011 8:24 AM

I’m glad you hold the guilt God doesn’t hold against you because maybe it’ll make you a little more humble as they are handing out the hundred dollar bills which you invest, spend, and waste like here’s no tomorrow. There are a lot of people who know what I mean. Don’t be my conscience because you can’t handle it. It is a filthy pig returning to its mire sure as a dirtworm in its habitat. The frame of it is going to doublecross your feelings like that isn’t the same thing, but it is. When you have to come out of your vacuum mind to the lynch mob who are going to kill you, after that when you survive you will own humbleness like a precious jewel you can hold in your hand with most of the ornery world not having a clue because they are in a bloodbath now that will go up to the bridles of the horses 27 hands. The progress between balanced and indebtedness they have failed yet they never wanted to hear me nor you. They just wanted us to shut up. They say peace. God says war. They say war. God says peace. All Hell seems to break out anyway. So, here we sit all broken hearted. Tried to shit but only farted. Then I thought I’d take a chance. Tried to fart and shit my pants. Does anyone ever even thank Jesus for toilet paper or water or cigarettes? No to the toilet paper. Sometimes to the water. Always for the cigarettes. Thank You Jesus. This place is hotter than a hen house with a weasil in it. Everyday you remain silent shows a little more progress than trying to work somebody to death while standing over them with a whip. But violence to them comes from Hell itself in a taking game where the loser gets a flag draped coffin. I don’t know what to do but someday I’m going to get out of here. Someday. 8:58 AM


Steadfastly I wander through the day. No one has a good word to say. We change for good. We die for less. The Country and the World is under a test. They choose to stay mocking cynically. Their only disagreement with God is why. Why does God not make something out of nothing besides His Word and the Earth. But chances are that things will change in the blink of the eye. We are so unappreciative and proud it would serve us justice to be stopped in our tracks. Then, why God? Buckling under the delemna of crime, greed, and war. It’s truly unlike any other time in history. Except for the days of Noah. 1:59 PM


Bad mood rollie at the controls? Or, just someone who gives a shit whether you fall for lies of puppets and power mad drunks drunk on blood, even innocent blood. As a matter of fact the more innocent and defenseless it is the more Satan pays them a high bounty in all currencies. Gee, it’s funny how that works isn’t it? Well, damned is as the damned do. They’ll suck you up into it while feeling out your wife, daughter and son. Or, bashing in your mouth because you call them sons of bitches when actually they are sons and daughters of a jackal. I think you better check that seed of a whore within you and contain the worm within the pit of your gut you sorry assed whore mongers. Yea, kill me if you catch me again because I got a route and a razing Hell oppertunity on your lost ass. You betray, commit treason, and sent millions upon millions upon millions of innocents to their death. But don’t worry about it is your reply. I won’t worry about it when I see you tossed into the :Lake of Fire because one thing that God allows in my life is Judgement and Justice. Judgement and Justice. Two you bribed and maliciously murdered your way through without batting an eye. As you wander Hell you better not blink an eye or he’ll getcha cause he’s got a hankering to do you like you did him. Understand english or no ablo? Let me set it a little straighter. Your fate is sealed in eternal death, hell, and the grave. You’ll be the living dead in the the land of the dead, dammed, and totally dismayed. Gee, Santa, what did you get me for X-mas? 9:25 PM

Wednesday March 23rd, 2011 8:18 PM

When they blindsided me with the attempted death blow I stretched my neck and offered my face to save my brain because I didn’t want to perish. Now, I, like so many others grovel through the days looking for reasons not to give up on our own lives. Do children of God get depressed from the great shame that becomes like a snowball rolling downhill and won’t let us recuperate from the guilt of sex and abortion, divorce and war? These factors remain to know that some of us are not fooled. We very well may see Jesus Christ in His Glory. These words leave me to the benevolence of a God that sometimes, in spite of bad people, turns the tables on disaster situations where victims of victimization look forward to the bliss of being in the presence of life as it is, not always as we wanted it. But, in spite of that we make the calls on a forward organization of Jesus Christ the Lord and go on reading our Bibles to the extent of praying for the wrongs to be rightened by, yes, even Divine Intervention of Jehovah God the King of Creation. 8:31 PM


Once a pervert . . . . Once an assassin . . . . There once was a civilization so evil that God destroyed it from the face of the Earth never to be found again except for a few. No, I don’t wait on you and I don’t work for you. Chances are you are not my chances and chances are I despise you with all the fury in my soul. The cornholing and abortion goes on. The needles and plungers filled with junk. Every 20 seconds around the clock there is another abortion in this country. A country of deceit. Something’s going to blow. I don’t think you’ll be giving The Almighty God the “don’t bring me down” when He casts you alive into The Lake of Fire which burns for eternity. Do you? Love, straw love. One day the bottom of your bucket will drop out. The birds know what I’m talking about. Phoneys, frauds and malevolents. It’s as simple as that. They’ll help you out at the price of your soul then murder you, that’s their goal. Some folks love to see red. Some folks never talk about it. There once was a man who was so evil God Himself slew him. 5:57 PM


Doing a job for nothing. Doing a job for nothing but you. That’s okay if you cry. You get your underwear pulled up far enough into the crack of your ass, you cry. How to raise children? Well, for one thing, children raise themselves, same as ever. Nothing is getting better, just louder. There is a light in this room, unlike the days of 100 years ago. 100 measley years go there was no electricity. 100 measley years ago cowboys were lonesome. Tonight is just a parboiled egg away from living a life that is surrendered. So, where is the wining, dining, 69ing? Oh, that’s in Hollywood, Los Angeles and New York City. Just one time the only thing I want to do is open the Gospel of Mark and read about once upon a time miracle of Jesus my Lord. Detriment to society. Me and Jesus got a thing going on. I’ll tell you one thing. You play a game with people’s lives you yourself are liable for their imprisonment when they are forced into things and I’m not talking about false judgement I’m talking about the true Justice of Jesus when your whining is sent down to Hell because you can’t get enough widows and orphans to talk about. You, sir, are your own worst enemy and it’ll be a cold day in Hell before I claim to call you anything but my enemy for you are the same pharisees Jesus said the harlots get into the Kingdom of God before you. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Seeking first the Kingdom of God?! Jesus is King. 10:28 PM


Today the world went on like bad news. The good news is, of course, there is hope in the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. I’m getting older and uglier as time doesn’t seem to make any of us too pretty. The marvelous beautiful people have their bleach blond hair to thank. Just another miracle? Or, is it a miracle when word games don’t leave me poor, wretched and miserable? I want to travel time in my dreams tonight but crazy dreams are like crazy lives; nobody believes it. Or, how could it be so vivid? Or, why don’t they understand? Because you are the lone star in your own life. With yourself you can turn life on and off like a television set and sometimes just let the world work if that’s what they do and they do work. God orders them to work. He says, “do this” and they do it. The evil are set in an evil way. The good make mistakes. Trying to control a crowd is some people’s job. Wandering jews and roaming nomads will be upon the face of the Earth probably forever. They are happy with their life. God doesn’t want to mess up a good thing. Practical mathematics is all based on division to a greater power divided again then to the quotient. Like E=mc2. Energy equal motion collision twice the power of. Eternal equals man christ twice. You asked Jesus into your life. Don’t think you can kick Him out like some tramp wandered in off of the street. He’s going to have His good way with me and I hope it’s meekness. He’s going to have His good way with you, profit. So, we gladly work and are thankful God the Lord always makes smarter people than ourselves. We ants have rights of the human persuasion. We have the right to life, liberty and the persuit if happiness so we can go on after the big one knocks us on our asses. It’s just a matter of time and time really is all any of us have whether in Heaven, Hell or sitting at the dinner table. 6:38 PM


This occassion is a respectful greeting to the people who have made the grade of being attributes to holy scripture. Some at the cost of many things so personal at the time they sythe in our soul like a blood blister. Everyday as the clouds roll in I the Word of God which states that as the clouds come so will I. These all add up to making our souls more special through sincere repentance and devout prayers along with a fellowship that will tarry if need be to preach to the poor in spirit whose Kingdom of God is approaching as sure as the snow is coming down again to return a soft blanket upon a child in a cold room whose parents are poor but love this child so much they cry for the joy in their spirit they feel. Love is a beautiful mosiac of candid colors that show our broken lives mean more to the Lord than wild flashes in the pan for hope in things that are not real. When you see the real thing, amazement, fear, awe and singing will be such a celebration in your life that the world will think you are crazy and condemn you out of jealousy for what they haven’t quite got a grip on yet. But believers will see glory as sure as there are blue skies above the grey clouds. Don’t gamble your soul on a flash in the pan because beautiful you is you just as you are. If today has been a loss why make it a total disaster by getting high on marijuana or alcohol or even worse things? Sure, we’ve always got it so bad until we hear of how bad someone else has it or see for ourselves the crud that diplomacy with Hell bargains with to make sure there will be no attempt by humanity to break in and break out with everyone. Isn’t Satan a greedy demon? I just suppose I’ll have to be a little smarter, stronger and braver the next time because one thing I am not and that is afraid and I have a very, very high tolerance for pain and this time it’s the Devil’s turn to find out what God has wraught. 7:46 PM


Wouldn’t you like to know where the bear shit in the buckwheat? In the buckwheat about 90 miles north of Jacksonville. By the time this book gets on the market, if the nazis don’t burn it, there will be civil disobedience because people have itchy trigger fingers on the devil’s right hand. The pistols are very accurate, you just point and fire when the sight picture is right on the target, which in this case, could be anyone, any statue of great value to the my country right or wrong cowards who figure too late their meekness is false and they think they have changed, but buster you have not changed one heathen gold speck of blood bit you damned yankee. So, more power to the people as they start to figure out just where the bear shit in the buckwheat because a long, long, long, long, long time ago bloodshed built the seat they sit upon and I may be a rebel but if you try to kill me, which you do, or did try to do, revenge, to me and Jesus is simple vengeance and you will be disseminated of your life in endless darkness wandering the Netherworld while stalked by the likes of mass murderers who took a liking to that occupation such as hitler, all rapists and serial killers like Jack the Ripper and the Boston Strangler and the Son of Sam. Sam is the Devil. Satan is not as smart as me but he is a hell of a lot more experienced than you, screwball. You’ll be lucky to make it through the night pecker head. You better grab on to something when mortars and small arms fire decides you’re the one they are going to leave for the buzzards. the buzzards only see you to pick out your eyes and swallow them along with your hope, whole. They are greedy like rich people who have no friends. Mammon is their jealous god and they are perpetual slaves of lonely isolation as they breathe their bad breath on a wino’s face and say, “I think I love you.” Well, I don’t love none of you or them so just look twice and think twice because God is Judge, Jury and Executioner when we are all dead and long gone and that time that leads up to it is simply a matter of trust in God and obey your heart to deal with these cock suckers who rally around slow elk and piss off the Moon, the Stars and the Sun to the point where humanity will go extinct and Satan alone will wander this globe called Earth for 1,000 years so God Himself will decide what was so flawed in His supposedly best creation made in His Image that totally went to the pigs, the dogs, and the eagles, in that order. I’m just going to wait and watch tonight like the guy in To Kill a Mockingbird. I won’t shoot to kill. As

a matter of fact I’ll shoot right over your head but we will see each other face to face you piece of crap and if I have it my way after you are dead you will be skinned and made into my lampshades, tobacco pouches and your bodies shall be cast out beyond the WALL to be devoured by the waierwolves and the vampires but Satan today has an eager following, and Jesus, my friend and Lord, you Sir are pissed for a very good and many very good reasons. Don’t even attempt to say you’re sorry. Just do it. 6:42 PM


Perfect preachers are like perfect turds. They think the Sun rises and sets upon their every word but they are just doing it because they expect the good money. Yea, and their routine is chasing someone who doesn’t even know them, a.k.a. Jesus Christ. Pray harder, pray for those who despitefully use and persecute you you dumb ass. After your blood pressure comes down from another encounter with vampires and eating rats and bringing in what’s left of another corpse liver just number 1. Because in this world there is only you and you alone. The rest are outlaws who if not for money wouldn’t have a care in the world about you except their version of how to do it right which is as about as useful as eating rats for a feast of ghouls. 9:45 AM


Fallen to where all the plans have fallen through. I guess it’s a state of satisfaction. They have nothing on me and I have nothing to do with them. Free and clear. Such a beautiful day that the Second Coming of Jesus Christ, to me, isn’t delaying because, as usual, I am, pretty much, waiting. The Wrath of God is also looming in the weather. Dead still. There is a storm front coming. It’s like God tapping His fingers and thinking, to Himself, about everything from my water off of a duck’s back, to people who wish others no better than the misery I have. But, they don’t have me to shit on anymore. More or less because they are a two faced bunch of hypocrits who look for answers that are all about them. I think they better fire themselves next because no one wants to work for them anymore. That’s the story that they couldn’t get through their heads as they think I still work for things as vain as watching out for them. No, it’s coming and they can stick their yea’s and no’s answers to their other butthole buddies because I run them out after being totally bored with their ta da attitude. They’ve got their heroin and abortion society with the brainwashing problems the music leads them to. Music isn’t always a good thing, just like being pushed into loving someone or many someones you don’t love because they are possessed and proud fools. 3:10 PM


So, what can you do with people who could care less? That’s ridiculous, everyone cares a little? Some people are most of the time so out there you won’t ever see them again in this world. The next? Who has been to Heaven or who does actually live in the Kingdom of God? No one can say. It’s just the dull afternoons without someone breathing down your neck. It’s just telling you your decisions for yourself are going to have to do. But, if someone else wants to give you the glass dildo job maybe you are better off believing exactly what you do believe. That really puts them on a ride because you or they or I aren’t going to change Jesus’s mind or how He feels about what I explained. Today was just another abortion day in which I had nothing to do with because it is murder and no murderer inherits the Kingdom of God. So, let them linger in their fresh kills with the exuberance of a laughing hyena because some don’t give a hoot about their orders, their duties, nor their chances on their souls. When God gathers His jewels there are going to be all the right jewels for a mosiac crown, set in gold and fit for the King Jesus Who people get all upset over because they never took Him seriously. They curse Jesus Christ Almighty. I’m so thankful derilect, self righteous, caveman america has a troubled mind and a tempetuous soul because that is the kind of people that are really interesting. More or less they just need a little nudge into a happy moment, a kind consideration and you’re never too old to hug somebody. You get my drift? I didn’t come here for trouble but I know a thing or two myself about fat bottom girls who make the rocking world go round and plain old saggy assed, two bit whores who would trade a piece of ass for a sandwich. Yea, regular pigs. My gift I am going to receive from Jesus, Jehovah, The Holy Ghost and Mother Mary is the gifts that are beyond price that in spite of being priceless I alone know them and am thankful to the heavenly host that soon others will catch this drift and dig man dig into scripture without condemning the world no matter how they irk you because God The Father will put them in lonely life and they are at the mercilessness of the Devil. They are stupid drunks, spiritual wrecks and emotional hodgepodges who think they can steal anything from me. So, when pain comes on them . . . . yea, you get the picture, unless they are related or friendly . . . . I hope they pay then and there the entire Penance required for a chance. I don’t know Jesus’s mind but after conversations like confessions and clearing the air while stupid and repentative

complaining wimpishly go from the horney, guilty radio, a whore’s reward is in the wash. They’re all pretty much washing in belly up like a fish kill after a hard winter freeze on a shallow lake. Virgins are technical fireballs who do love but don’t make love because they have something that knows just like I do that it leads to horrible scenes in the Walmart that fools smile at but I just say he saw God today. You are cut off from all your fantasies of studly bodidly and the harem of allah bobba. No, the world will never change, but the world also will never change me. That’s just the way it is proud foolios. 5:33 PM


What? Did you have one emotion on this side of the Wall that is in your imagination? Doesn’t make it any less real than if you found out it was only your imagination. One emotion came out and you are ready to take on the past that you will find is all over the place. But, sometimes growing up is not easy to do as malicious violence terrifies because it is evil, injurous and powerful. The biggest cowards use it like they are gods and if I could kill them I’d kill their whole family too, just for spite, revenge and intolerance toward how they crusified me. This phoney society won’t tell you you are in grave danger through just your being on the face of this Earth in a country that is fast reverting into Babylon the Great, Mother of Whoredoms and Abominations on the Face of the Earth. Hang onto your seat because as soon as you were reminded of what it is you practically gasped and realized just how little love in the world there really is. There is a Hell designated for these things upon the Face of this Old Earth as your faith fails to impress me you big old faggot. Two kinds of americans anymore—faggots and hypocrits. How about an all out lonesome shot of whiskey? Scare you? Sure weren’t many people downtown tonight. Just a whore. The New America—Babylon The Great. You reap what you sow. If I were you I’d find a way to get born again in a big quick minute. The blind leading the blind down the Valley of the Shadow of Death. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. The Lord giveth. The Lord taketh away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord. The WALL stands for something you just can’t understand. 3:58 AM


When the lights went out I found being murdered had only one prosecutor. I found there is only a fable of anything that has to do with equality or justice. The religion they blind you with just sets you up to be slaughtered or crippled with never again anthems the screwed and screaming masses rally around like a desert rat on a pistachio. You can even give them the answers that are true but they are going to fuck you up none the less. Welcome to your nightmare where nothing makes sense but to bury the dead who have a heart of flesh. So, I’ll go now to forever’s existence where the nothing that’s real is fed when hungry good things from magic trees in mended gardens which leaves those jerks on the wrong end of a grand slam. Like I always said, “they can dish it out but they can’t take it,” because even their head is caught in the vice of close quarters and very strange surroundings. Keep a mind for the revenge in the meadow because some people are going to hang. It’s in the cards. My own blood is the biggest vengeance packed peacemaker Jesus needs to sleep on a cloud as stars go out like puppies pounded on a bed of nails. 9:30 AM

Sunday May 22nd, 2011 2:37 AM

Coincidences. Is it a coincidence that since God has affirmed my faith that my understanding is upbraided? Or, does it seem I’m sitting with a little pepper in my pants to make me feel the healing of God’s aphrodisiac? It does seem this good friend makes the load a little lighter and sympathises with honest confessions of sin and outright love. A little light for the timid and tempid hearts whose poverty and afflictions are concern for the welfare of an entire world much less this beligerant antedote for the stubborn to reason and say what you think before, during, and after you are growing mature which is a great priviledge because there are many who don’t know the Salvation of the Words of Jesus Christ Whose Father doesn’t tear down without building up. People forlorn and devastated, regardless of affection, need the hope of faith. Enter God Whose Name is Faithful. It is a terrible thing to fall into the Hands of the Living God. It is a Wonderful Thing to Bless The Lord Whose Mercy Endures Forever. Let your soul do the footwork toward your personal path to your approach to The Holy God of Israel. For His Mercy Endures Forever. I pray this peace overflowing from His Presence gives you the grace sufficient for the trial you are going through because Satan the Devil can be an appointment who seems to hold all the cards which is where, friend, you have to pull up all the internal fortitude you can muster and do spiritual battle with a demon who can and will hurt you real bad with spiritual, physical, emotional and mental anguish because people get real crazy in the battles that lead up to the consumation of ages as the apostasy roars on like a lion predator seeking to kill, steal and destroy you by any means possible. They devour and have devoured entire nations, entire civilizations, throughout history just as though they realize their time is short and make efforts to demonize, possess and damn the very ground you stand on. Only the lonely can afford to find a way that does the war deed upon the opposition forces that threaten the soul and sanity of the innocent and/or forgiven. You must find your paths from Scripture which is never too late. Perhaps today I will find you alone in your room almost in tears but indeed you are a blessed assumption of time and truth in yourself as the people of the Bible become as real as the nose on your face. God The Lord indeed works in mysterious ways, you can trust He will negotiate the years of our exile to find The Lord patiently waiting just as I patienty wait on the Ambassadors of Churches and Nations to take and

have the salt in themselves to complicatedly see themselves through the appropriations that come in the dead of night. God made you a man. You were born a man and you will be taken to Heaven when all is said and done to rest in The Kindgom of God as a man to be with your fathers. Women don’t belong on the battlefield. Remain sober because sad and lost drunks are poor, pitiful, pathetic slobs. Take salt in yourself. Funny is sometimes good. Fuddy Duddy has a heart of gold. Men eat first. Children eat second. Women eat last. 3:31 AM

Monday May 31st, 2011 11:32 AM

We can’t take each other’s places in a situation that was explored by violence in my life and as you fought in Vietnam and Desert Storm the authorities were screwing me down to submission for their control because we don’t trust each other for reasons that keep popping up like poppies on buttonholes of dress shirts this Memorial Day. I know the truth about duty as at the Monster Bash those few still alive aren’t going to give me what I rate in my crusified body but are going to the buck along down the trail that is going to occupy the next 5 or 6 years of my friendless life. There’s nothing I can do about it now but ignore the liars and upbraid the faithful because somewhere in my mind’s conscience I have hope in my future and will offer those that want peace with the question, “what have you to do with peace?” It’s a cruel game they started that I was forced to be involved with so what’s it to them if God is making it so I do win righteousness and justice in the midst of a mob of unbelievers who lie when they say their betraying words that reasons money is the answer? But, they will tarry long at the bar and in their trickery to deceive me out of my identity because theirs was the act of a coward and a deceiver as thick as the thieves they are from the moment they had conveniant oppertunity to oppress and persecute with the nerve of a bold faced liar for they love the wages of sin and its corruption which I give to God the Father in the Name of Jesus Who is God the Son for as to turn them over to Satan so they learn a little respect for people like me who have the victory everyday with the troubles and harrassment of these two faced clowns who wear fancy robes and tacky suits so as to deceive, if it were possible, even the very elect, which it doesn’t, not me anyway. They are bastard children of Satan the Devil with their Camel attitude which they use in spite of warning after warning. I do pray hot coals of brimstone fall on them for they don’t have a last chance of their dragon mouth covering their parakeet ass, but I’m sure as a place called Hell I have an imagination of my own and a mind meant for greater days than what they are trying to pull me down into. But they think they’re so clever and classless and free while having viper fluids in their animosity as they conveniantly betray a revolution that they will be killed in and cast into Hell. That is how life goes. That is how the Wrath of God is assumed to progress into while the noose is in plain view as they slip it around their neck and hang themselves on a day that is grey and they are so self deceived that something

very, very violent is in their deal with the Devil. 11:54 AM

to be continued

Leave Your Heart At The Door

Well, it’s later. President’s Day as a matter of fact. No seamstress on the news anymore. Only with and trying to find my way to a closing that’s one spit in the Ocean as good as Heaven or Hell. All I give is supplimental anymore. For the soul. Suspicion and power I go to for my sense of humanity but I trust as good, gracious God, for the difference in us and them. We and they. Whey and buttermilk. I’m just going to be like Will Rogers. Does anybody that Salt? I’m sure George Walker Bush knows of him. He said he never met a man he didn’t like. That’s the ball bearing bowels that crippled the assassin at the Wall in Hell that has been fortunately relieved of duty by yours truly. Since this is a federal holiday I’m going to splurge and have a cigarette while watching the evening news. The battle rages on. Perfect lies on perfect nights during perfect underworld fights. If you’re frightened or curious or contemplating running, good. If you run away, go to the middle of the United States and run North. They’ll find you there real enough. But if you decide to stay here and weather out the storm be prepared to conflict with three fools and the devils of treason. Capital crimes are as heinous as situational disasters that will take chase after the retreat. The sailor’s lonely daughters find three indifferent judges and 36 angry men for the likes of words that retard the devil so anyone can see the disease that has smoothed out my face from disaster. Dammit, if there is going to be a disaster upon Satan and the three cowards of Satan I want to hold the Frigge whip. Thank you my Dad. Thank You my God Jesus Mother Marine religion and disciplined pain which teaches me to scream silent rage in the face of frontier forgiveness which is about as sparing as it will be next Tuesday morning which is February 27th, 2007 in the year of our Lord Jesus Christ. Hallelujah. Tomiseena, the 0600 train shall be pulling in 10 minutes from now. Was Jesus a Carpenter for naught or is this wooden spoon left over from the dirty thirties? Occasionally, coincidentally, the magic of life and the drastic tragedy of sin and love-love and sin-sin and love. Sun or rain—heat or cold—heaven or earth. Doubt or faith answers the fathers, be they dead or alive, and I and you are alive, walking and talking to a silence of holy silence, pledged to God to absolve sin, and the mission is to . . . perhaps you would like to retake that picture in your mind. Or, perhaps they say it’s a plague that can’t be sopped in the sauce in the Lord’s cup. Don’t you believe for one second Satan the Devil hasn’t escaped one more time before he goes. The ambush of souls is Wiley Coyote’s butt kicking, ball breaking, gut busting, back pained, cruelty to animals, and the human

atrocity of ambivalence I could escape. You can too! In the hijacking of 007, to it being blown out of the sky, Congressperson and all, this animal instinct to be human and persevere, in spite of sickness, injury and death, I now count it all worthy to carry the Cross. Cause the Devil don’t know no cross. He don’t understand. He hasn’t the ion God gave a grasshopper. She wants John Baptist’s head on a silver platter. Shell Rottella, hard not to smell ya, helluva nice fella.

Simply Saturday Knight . . . . this is the hippy hiway fools and jewels poodles, Pomeranians and noodles hippy hiway hippy hiway get your hippy ass off the hiway to heaven or you’ll find me spying to death on your fried and refried beans and weinies. so far so bad Sunday you’d think this God up in the air drove a cadillac instead of drug a cross on a Sunday mundane insane and no more booze and babys-bread and whiskey gambling tr-la-la that’ll be the day you see me swing with your troubled ass again, and I know, right now, you don’t care you son of a bitch, thank you, Jesus

thank you, Good Shepard and mutton butt on you, son of a bitch like the Boss said, draw a line step up and spell your crime, seeings how you just bought, bartered and mediocratically bribed your place into eternity, and the Book of Life, and the Kingdom of the Lord. May you walk in the Shadow of the Outstretched Arm of the Lord with Blessing. Pray daily and give thanks everyday to God for His tendermercies and lovingkindness. pop goes the world F-4 phantom mirage

some things are better left unsaid some kind of funky wanna be junky rich assed old friggen hippy once I had a dream, Norweigan would-wood

Today. I gave thanks to God Almighty. I know you’re hurt sparrow. A dozen went down, a troop isn’t back. Yea, he or she may think so, but I know and realize that, as far away as you were blown, you’ll not be back anytime soon. Hot sweat and jealous punks who suddenly banged on guitar, will assimilate you didn’t. But I know you did. Your Country put you in a position, as did the insurgents, of terror on each other, and on their own home ground. Escape perhaps, but four walls will bang your heart and represent your mind with insanity. I pray for you because I realize you’re much in need of the Lord’s comion and mercy. When you get to Heaven you’ll see God in Person.

God is a miracle which highs and lows turn around. Turn,turn, turn. For some reason, I guess I keep in the subconscience of my battered mind. I hear you but it just doesn’t . Intolerable but real. You must be pretty bored because I just ran you through the hell that killed all the real. Deal with the Deacon as he sets party lines from unlisted lust lines like-excuse me—bathtub gin and abortions. Oh, yea, you’re about as coy as the real deal but getting sick is mean when it revives again. So much for transexual bums who blandly get butt fucked by a filthy pig. All the way to Tipperary Fletcher danced as Henry waited for his best friend and sunrise. Call me erratic, spastic, and a chump. It all wears forever because all things are new. You can lavish in this insurrection about an abomination of desolation yet time tells Jesus His Glory is incomprehensively greater than the dark turd called guilt, shame, and Satan the Devil. Fiddlesticks, drumstix, bundle of sticks. Jew, gypsey, commie, nazi, muslem, christian, christian believer. I see all the horror of non-reconcilliation for so many leads to the mockery playwrite of God basically reading my situation as the silence endeavors to be overthrown for what? The thief came to steal, kill and destroy. To catch a thief I don’t necessarily want to be put in the situation of a happy ending being the demise of justice. Just exactly what is the American way? Suicide, war, complaining and going broke in little Vegas, little Chicago and little health? Maybe today, Sunday, I am the link between what is bothering you, me, and the mouse under your pillow as the cat represents the affection that the Lord can’t see through all the anger. No way. That’s the only way America was given—but to fight back. One by one, two by two, five alive and Cleveland, Belgium and dust bunnys. Sobeit. The eyes have it. Walk by the faith your eyes see when you can see no other way for my heart of stone turned flesh by communication and this face of American Revolution which, no doubt will prevail because I can hear the Angels of God, the Messengers of the Concern of the Father of Creation. The Father of the far side as well as right outside my door. Happy Halloween, I mean Easter. Let’s hear it for poverty. Gulp! Health restored changes all things. Live well and don’t press your panic button everday because everyday is not the same. The tunnels of Bagdad, Fallujah, and probably with nothing to lose, spill your guts all over the desert sand. Five, six, and a one and a two. Happy someone understands. They don’t seem to know. One lead leads to another clue. It’s a mystery, a glory, as the glory is in your mind and becomes more mysterious. Also, the glory becomes, verily, more mysterious. I know that doesn’t seem to help the nearly and dearly departed yet patience is the name of the game tonight,

tomorrow, and the twilight’s last gleaming. Hosana! Hosana in the Highest! I will praise and honor and thank you forever Lord. Because gravity is not in your dictionary and losing to Satan the devil is not in mine. Gloria! So where are all your failthless friends, lovers, and fellow-Americans? Getting screwed to crosses and shot in the head by foreigners, pagans, and government. Yet you are being told it’s happening and only too late in worms and/or ashesdust, will you, unlike myself who was resurrected from my death in the 20th century by the god damned marine corp mp’s you fucking negro, nazi, wetback, false christian, anti—christ, god mocking, god limiting, and, believe me anyway, god-damned murdering, money loving, cocaine vampire child killing butchers. So, when the nukes go off and this is a void for 100,000 years, with the devil alone and the three phoney rich cowboy businessmen, (a.k.a.) the beast, the false priest and the anti-christ to reckon with, cold heart at first, his, their victory over man, nature, and the hope for both, they figure for certain, both man-nature and the nature of man will season by season prepare those sons of bitches to the suffering. 7x 70 the pain, suffering, and loss due those we left behind, and theirs, who have survived to this point, basically, in the fear of the Lord and the game of life. Enter the living who were once dead in their sins, dead as a corn cob up your red baboon assed curiosity you stupid assed fools. It’s 4:23 A.M. CST Dayligtht Savings Time of March 25th, 2007 in the years approaching Jubillee. You are always on my mind, one and all. Some for good. Some for bad. Some for the Year of Jubillee. Frozen as a turd on the South Pole, a rolled up flag, and your calibre of concern at this time of a Sunday morning coming up like an old man whispering to Belial for the soul of the King of Israel. Cry now. Yea, I want you to cry in Johnny Cash’s Prison for Suzy Sweet Steak. Anyway, if they freed me from the total obliveration I will once more survive. So, if you try to bring me down, hell won’t hide you and heaven is just a myth. I guess, given the time, I’ll probably outlive myself but I won’t outlive you cause you’re my pride and that, wicked though it may be, is one thing in humanity that lives as long and looks as cute as friends in a dream, happy and glad. Be free student. Be set aside, but don’t be put aside, even if you fell out of hell to jail and don’t have one damn thing to do but time, and shit in a bucket. After all, Grandpa’s flies have to be curious about this crazy guy, this crazy God of holiness, and rudeness to the point of poverty to prove he knows it all. Like God said, “I formed you in the womb,” may you find clemency for your dire deeds, and minstril, “sing me back home to mama.”

Day is a valley. Night is a mountain now. These full moons and spirits of God. Seven they say. I guess believing until it’s really persevering. Until the end is what we the people, no matter how abnoxious, try to enter at this morning 2,007 years ago, that turned you into a special interest of the Most High. So, I expect you to be and remain high in spirits, good in nature, and sober. For today, a long, long time ago, on this night, Jesus set all free by discovering the depth of Death, Hell and the Grave for me, you, and the human beings who gave it up for the hope this message would endure in the heart of an old man, whom, I called, dad, to the prosperity of grace, charity, and perpetual mercy to those who believe God and accept the conditions, which set free the disdain, dementia, and tragedy life bares witness to. It bares witness to truth and deception. It bares witness to light and dark. It bares witness to etcetera, vice—versa, united we fall-divided we limp along down a road that saddens us with the burden of mortality and blinds us to both good and evil. This night, April 7th, 2007-5:07 a.m. CST, is relished by Christians as the realization that some miracle of so much Wonder, Power, and Glory, walked the face of the Earth that no bondage of evil can dissuade us from the faith in Manifest-Destiny to the point of an imagination as clear, wide, and holy . . . The Lord God Himself has approached and will not go away. Blessed be God—Forever. Just how many lived and died today? April 8th, 2007—8:37 AM CST USA Easter Sunday. Is anyone listening or is playing possum on the Great Hope of Christian Drama from the devil a debauched diary of a schizophrenic, a good Easter Monday Morning? Sobeit. Jesus have mercy on the neighbors next door who go on as self respectable, hep, prep, and singular which could not believe beyond their nose. Until now. Fasting on the poverty of the mind which the devil kills through things that are evil, wicked, and damned bad hypocracy. Noise is musick. Tra-la-la. La-la-la . . . and what’s worse than a titty-twister besides a botched crusifiction. Of course, violence, misunderstanding, debauchory and chaos has its very twisted and real apprehension that satan the devil is no luck dragon as it seems the longer you deal with the bastard the higher the stakes go yet God won’t miss when He bends His Bow. Yea, Devil, you may have been thinking you’ve been holding the nuclear hand family but, once again, as the charming fag put it. I’m still standing. Hapy Easter Jesus, Mary and Joseph. 2007 Are you still alive King of Kings of Kings my Lord Jesus? Have bearance upon us poor souls of your posterity and relish the kingdom of kingdoms as Yours Oh, Son of David. That the innocense you foretold of the Father is under peril in a

situation which dwells in Your House Oh Lord God Mighty in Battle. Let not the righteous one see corruption and bring the unrepentant to answer for their crimes against man, nature, and the providence of serving you, in spite of danger and punishment to the Glory of God, in the Land of the Living, as is The Great Iam Who am. Amen and Alleluia. For the love of Pete, there will be no retreat, no thinking this fight is over. It is just getting hot in Hell’s Apostolic Revolution. Fear is a four letter Word. They want to tell you everything—anything that will steer you off course. Because they are failing in perseverance, fortitude and practical 3:10 AM trips. What’s my miracle is you. The God of all Creation, the Word made flesh. The Incarnate zeal and forbearance of these unbroken hands. Thanks You Jesus. As far as the tests of the Lord? Move forward in your heart, mind, and soul. Forward is Unification of all things coming back to One. I guess that’s where I’m trying to go. That invitation came from Jesus face to face. So, now you know. Satan may have fooled me once, but Jesus and a lot of dead runners in the night know the friendship of our LORD won’t be watered down. Trust in the Lord with Determination. Heaven will allow. Because positive, the wing, the wind, and the wave will survive by division, conquering and dividing, by justice, will not fail to Resurrect. 4/11/07 They’ll leave you insinuation enough to realize they consider you only bait for the pogey. Doctors bury their mistakes, lawyers lock them up, and I realize that now, after 47—3\4 years of only ambition and perseverance as my milky way. They planted tumbleweeds in the garden and now are harvesting thorns by the time you get this, if you aren’t one you probably will be a number, a statistic, a fraction of what you are. Catch 22. Totally insane, nothing in your pocket but rain. Such as is is all they try to hand you day after day because for you there is or is not always tomorrow or prison. Yet for them, the noise is always on their mind. Simply said, “they create a hell greater than they thought they did” as the distance from here to eternity, yet gossip is yet a following that becomes traditional infusion. Murder they wrote, she wrote, but what it was is vampirism, as underground, or straight in the face as this is. Something simple like an apple to a starving dog will probably stand in the place this is. The bank lady, compliments of the VA, as in vampire, is taking me to court again, since, I took the time to appeal my case, oh, yea, and First Premeire Bank, to basically declare me incompetant in my financial situation. So that’s my beef, but now that it’s written, I’m happy they are. This time I’ll be prepared. They

always expected me to die, as far as I’m concerned, the guilty who repented and did penance, after all that matter is said, and done, and I’m given the money so I can get this story on line, published, copywritten and the such will learn a hard, hard lesson. My dad is in heaven and made mistakes. I am on Earth and whispering in your ear a nostalgic reminder about making this sort of sheep, slave holder’s gods, my slaves, instead of doing what has now become their religions and god, which is gold, killing, stealing, and destroying, which is their god. So, I’m telling you, to remind you to bury us, and burn them, for what they do in secret is an open abomination, protected by the law, persecuted by the law, and socially, they are worse than the days of Noah and basically like hypocrits seen in the community, like a pack of wolves, who oppresss anyone who couldn’t take the lonliness, indifference, and respect it takes to yourself and God to have prayed for this. Understand? And yes, I am a Dapper Dan man, not FOP. So, as I was trying to let you know, they are all over the place and God Only knows where I am and you’re at in this short trip around the galaxy. With it’s great bologna sandwich, would you like frys with that, warfield of struggle, whose game is a miserable drunk who says, “follow me” and does it’s hypocracy tainted and practiced, fined and taxed, by someone who prayed for understanding and got it, prayed please for wisdom, and got it, and refused to surrender to these blood thirty vampires, who hate it so bad that you have this literature, now for this cause, which is yours if you’ve got the broken bowels of crusifiction, yet stand and wind down the bullshit noose, slipknot they are in ha ha ha ooh fucking ROLLIE. Me and banks never did get along. Corporate, government of greed, and usury. Farther than father you sit alone dwelling in this grey darkness deceived by only yourself, although violation after violation, in fact, daily crusifiction and law deserters, or the victims of cop zombies and bogey bait relish the fact that they hurt you bad, while, all the women agree with me, they are taken for granted, and then when you give them an inch they take a mile and when you give them a mile, they want it all, as much as a hog goes to corn. Familiar old monks on famliar old spirits are far and few between and apparently they could give a shit. Their familiar spirit too often is lipservice. Well, I’m tired of talking to my hand so later tater alligator. So, don’t go away mad, just go away. Kinda cruel, ya h’ain’t, we hain’t heard nothing yet. I think the Lord is going to count me out tonight. For all, each and every one of them. For my friends, living and dead, and for my neighbors, past and present, just in case, I want to say “goodbye and Thank You.” Without you I wouldn’t

have had everybody to bitch at. ha ha To my daughter—Kathy Ann Wodruff I leave everything. She is God’s Princess. We took and we take sweet delight in her healing attitude. Don’t let a thing stop you, honey. Your kiss is a blessing of great evidence and power from on High. Maybe this dumb old human factory can to thank God everyday. I know He has blessed us. An overflowing cup. Look at me. A basketcase healed enough to actually die. Good God Almighty has the floor. I wonder why the sky is blue and you’re so true. Fantasia of physical society. Face it. You’ve got your ass hypnotized on life. Jibbering, jabbering, social tattering, like fantasy of a priest to free sin. In advance the religion is american, AMERICAN—that’s my religion. Us. Me. This turd in my pocket, and dumbass times on TV. The lift that they implore me (i.e) justice, was a whipping boy, who never survived. These are just jew t whore houses and capitalistic pig mongers disappearing as fast as the murders on the edge of being justified and consumated. The Lord God alone is Faithful. His Faithfulness is His Name and shall endure forever. The spys in lies they can’t explain, just doesn’t surprise me. The devil’s got his hand in it. Enjoy your life, if you can, because if you don’t, all you’ll find is contempt and morbid pain. As the world creeps its problems all the way from taxes to treason, without much room in between. Some good advice is quiet time. It may be magnificent when it’s with someone as patient as you are with some things, like cavemen. Some went to Heaven Today. Some are self judged for Hell. Sometimes the inescapable is the trash they put in our ears and eyes. Sometimes, the painful part is right down to the marrow of your bones. Take supplication in the Lord God Fatherhead. Because they’ll beat the head of the Lord Jesus, which is yours for what they more than likely consider worthless, big deal, Jesus can take care of Himself, it’s the wiley devil that concerns me and mine, probably, more the likely, you and yours. The rason isn’t me. The reason is . . . The kid likes chicken. ya know Should I cool it or should she blow. effervescent harmoney Can’t get out of this should I stay or should I GO AMERICA—AN UPSIDE DOWN-WE DON’T KNOW WHERE funny, have a blast downright have another souls time of life hopefully the sad man my God my eyes Nice. Nice!? Nice enough to die? What was the question? Nice-it makes very

little sense. But according to the law and medicine sometimes I make no sense at all. Parole? Must be a real nice guy. Collaborater, masterbater, ingenious socialist, brown-nosed-peckerhead-manipulator—trouble instigator-wild eyed, beaten browed, shitnig survivor way past overtime and double elimination. Face it—that is if you’ve still got a face with extraverted eyes! My time is misery to both of us and I’d just as soon, if one of us is to be dead, that it be you! Attitude? Not surprised. Hey, Jesus! The truth doesn’t hurt near as much as sin. Amen Brother. As for masterbation I guess tonight the spirit was more able than the flesh was weak. What comes after 75? That’s the spirit. K’now Jesus, you’re a good shit in the long run. And I love long runs. We all crap out in life, or as O.O said. Killing yourself to live. Seriously though savior dude. Money, all the world’s a blarney stone, all the world’s an oyster, creeping Jurasic Park. If I had my way? I have my way and what you get is what you see, hear, feel, smell and taste, plus one. To call in the cockrals who only want to drive those who want to just get high. Try to imagine what there is to the limitless powers of miracles of enthusiasm. I believe I’ll fold and let whoever, what in the world was that flash of lightening in the livingroom? I’d better let the cat out. I’ll just be like you— hanging around until I feel Almighty God’s ing and tell one more hycoo. Why do fools fall in love? Because they don’t know love was blind but recently it not only sees, but perceives and conceives. The only thing Satan does is gather wood for himself and his burning at the stake. God bless America. Good Morning New York City. Cloudy gray late afternon. It’ll be too soon. Happens to be difficult to the influence of hatred as it also relishes love. Stick with my jibberish though and time will leave a memory few will and I guess God has been forgetful. For a good reason, though. Calm, considerate, patient. Like a blue stone on a red rock at the creek’s botton. You don’t care. I know. Don’t want to believe this world is lukewarm. It has to be either red hot or ice cold. Out of the fire and into the freezer. No, the people making it happen are going to change right along with it according to Murphey’s Law which they started as an excuse, carried onto an alibi, and frequented as an asshole . . .

1 a.m. on Friday morning April 20th, 2007

Yes indeed this h’ain’t no Adam 12. No, my deceased father, (dad), you have gone on, but you are still around, thank God, you’ll be back with the King of kings of kings. And mercy sings. I am just a man of modest means. I do what I can to understand. Noone can really realize this majagorie of sequence that is my mind. In single lives, speaking for myself and a few friends, I notice a cynicism of the Holy Ghost. Like we’re afraid to be different. I’m no match for Jesus. He is the Glory. But I can feel in my heart and feet the Spirit that drives on to this point, which the conglomeration of startled newsmongers refers to as ghastly, or, the point Greater is He who is in me than him who is in the world. Catch a thief. I believe I caught one last night. Her name is Thekla and she showed me not to be afraid of their heathen, pagan, standards. I believe that God has laid the stone and Christ the Lord has spoken. So the soda pop book sold to americans of all cultures, and/or conditions. I am who is.. just like you! We are the same due to a social adaption. Yet probably another form of modern civilization. To mast. Politics is (I can’t change the world), maybe all of us could govern over it, which is one point. One thing is certain . . . brainwashing and shock are my two formidable horizons tonight, as an indifferent sky. But for unnamely curses and riggem-raggem religion’s which variate from a dismal wall to forlorn shadows of the other. I guess that about tallys up one of my afternoons in Witchell, South Dakota. Inside the paragon lies a demension that it’s not exposable to enterprise because of logistics. Small groups are more tended to be ambushed for their order. The whispering assassination of the GNP is their primitive goal and perhaps accurate to some. Anyway, this is your lifetime, not mine. Just thought you might like to figure and know. 4/24/07 Blue Moon on a Tuesday Night. The grass is green in the headlights. A lost tomorrow in an ancient book. One that made another mountain behind the forever WALL. When you catch a glimpse of Jesus, brother, whatcha gonna do? Reflections of biting the bullet coming back to you in this planetary, political

zoo? So, you may forbear, but time waits for no man but me, as far as I can hear. When thunderstorms clap, and the tornados fury makes instant, pitiful believers out of Saturday afternoon’s customer of blatant, pagan, atheists. The river runs low in the Summer. The river always runs low in the Summer. We’re just two runners running into the twilight’s last gleam. 4/24/07 Sometime today, I’m going to dream a dream of paradise where roses grew. That, and things like this inspire humanity to faith in something out of nothing. Conception, Creation, continuing time until time’s beginning and end are just one element of holy glory. No one can stop learning from the nunnery to death row. From the child to the criminally insane monster. I just know she’s a Saint of Mitchell. Mama told me she trusted me. I hope I hold that too! For they got the iron claw of a maurauding pride of chargers. So, when we actually win. Hopefully not dead and respectively, not maimed, burned, or emotionally traumatized. The doctors and nurses know I’ve been on the sting end of that whip. There’s unfamiliar words. Social personality. Humblenesss. Insanity’s wild actions, not. It may include that and those things don’t stop. Some things are not justified arguments. They are just the ramblings of a survivor of what kills most men on their way to this age. Ya’know, getting busted and your neck wrung takes you a lot closer to God than the Devil and not as close to mankind as it drags me to the grave. You can laugh now because I’m probably dead, but, brother, we will sustain our position knowing they are fools who don’t. Cast your bread upon the waters and after many days it will return to you. Magical, mysterious, love in the quantum, physical drive through the Universe. At the Speed of Light. Understanding, like the guitar player who just cannot do anything but flounder or fly. In this is Resurrection we call home. Silent is the recruit. He is wondering to himself, the worst. What in God’s Name is this coming down around? It certainly isn’t Jesus! Perhaps, no, this rack and pinion society. Of great, of small, all the bacon, all the beans. If it’s not raining now, it will. To wash away the sins of a tired, silent Earth. For when this started decades ago . . . I kinda predicted I’d outlast the world. Ironically, I have subtly bought time for you. Myself? Small fish in a big Oceon. I now understand that it is more blessed to give than to receive. In theory anyway that gets the job done, they claim. Have a firm sense of latitude.

Now, I get to go to the mountain to see where I get to go. I guess he would’ve wanted it that way. I will meet you again some day my friend, and hopefully I will have more cigarettes.

For my only child, my daughter Kathy, Isn’t she wonderful Isn’t she kind Isn’t she my girl So Divine Dad

May 06-May 07

So much has happened I pray we’re both still alive Staying safe and alive Talk to you later . . . be like Jesus An Angel of Mercy Don’t forget your Grandpa and Grandmama

Wolfen Fairy Eyes No Doubt

and when they get together they h’ain’t fishing for trout But some blue Moon in a sparkling sky that is the reason you heard this because of her, I try and/or they see how close we are nothing can pull this apart not the grave of a babe not the heartache and break of love lost not even a New Orlean’s Leviathon night of wrangling

that’ll mention ya’ in Good news for Modern Man We take so much for granted The silence The noise The peace The Justice

The freedom The wealth The Charity Highs and lows The easy and the difficult The pride and the shame And it all comes down To a woman and a man Women and men Man and Woman Of any sexual alliance To benefit Or distress A reasonable Why I languish like a stye in the eye of God or Satan or both Really gives me a guilty conscience for the first and two more words for the second Believe it God Forgive me God Bless You Bobby wore Penny’s wedding ring in his left ear

her diamond hair turned a bit silver Yet the sight in her eyes still turned the embers I languished in word and doubt I asked myself why. Time turns minute by minute Existence is sometimes the only question

I’m coming in for a hard and fast landing suck it up, satan, lick it up you friggen greezer art the adore righteous I’m left here sitting, with a heartache in Hell and my bowels busted down to my ankles

I feel the pain of next Wednesday’s full moon he said, “when does forever end?”. she said, “when does forever begin?”. but that doesn’t matter, I guess so, Leviathon Partied and fooled

Cover the people you love with love show them the way to go

Give us all Lord a sense of worth and forgiveness, In the Blessed Name of the Lord God The Eternal God of Eternal Salvation . . . And we all sing, “ Let it be.” Today was a good day. Because of us.

Be positive. Prove yourself with the sometimes thunder valley of life. Was that me, or you, or the still silent whisper of Jesus? if I could take anything from the devil I’d take away a way for a way out. . . . . and when I’ve told you it shall change your life, fate, and fortune, forever. macavich

sacrifice is eternal so is poision

Thanks and praise. for our days, Neath the sun, Neath the stars Neath the sky,

As we go, This we know, God is nigh. I never made it to point B Maybe I’ll make point C Back in Banannaland yes!

We Have No Banannas

Give me a fucking ROCK It’s 4:40 p.m. CST Do you know where your favorite Martian is at? What time is it on Mars at 3 AM?

I guess doing everything is better and easier than doing nothing.

The girls from Lost Angeles. Got the Kodacrome Got the Steely Dan cassette

they were on you like a smell on a bad habit We got the devil so scared he’s running for his life yea, but he’s got 2000 miles to hide his life, right OJ?

taxes-bread and booze whatcha gonna do? run me down to ruin on the Larry King program? If anyone is gonna lose, it’s your ass, brother.

Your troubles have just begun, because I have yet begun to fight. Sorrow and grief laid on my table, I learned from. I found out how to survive without going crazy, and forgiveness. It may not show but I forgive myself and a foolish mob of foolish tasks. They were enthrawled with innocent blood Now they are up to the horses bridle in it, take a hike . . .

forgotten soldiers and marines—how conveniant for uncle sam next thing you’ll have to buy your own bulletscream I believe they won the war when disco came around . . . and this is rock and roll getting even, to the point of the blood of the martyr Steven So ya drunken S.O.B.

What’s wrong? Ya got someone to stand in you nightmare square and tell you you’re full of shit, Satan? you fucking piece of baby murdering, horrible, ironic, piece of fuck. The difference between you and me is as far as the East is from the West. Your dog dream infestation of insane dream calendar has mostly you and I here now. Alone. A scream from the evening gallery of wasted dreams has billions of human souls in the slave house of your terror, and sister, Devil. You won’t be able to rollerskate in a buffalo herd no more. As for the time and date, it’s here and now. You clumbsy assed, lonely, piss broke, junky. How many you have laid to the instrument of torture and may the Holy God of Israel bind you to a lot. But may only you have the indecence to expect someone, somewhere, not to come along and proclaim, “to nix with all your domain.” At any price. Which is all paid in blood, innocent blood. You will demise to the state of oblivion for the freedom of your mind set of misery, lies, and this bullshit pride you let right at twice the weight, twice the size, half price. May you perish from your starting

point until the present. And, oh yea, fuck off you freaking freak. Satan tells me he’s in a league all his own. ha ha. That’s the best one I’ve heard all day. He’s dogshit from a hobo’s best friend laying on the railroad track leading from Hell to Damascus. Here is kinda like a spot to relish the cigarettes he can’t have because it don’t breath. But like the suckcutter he definately sucks. Leviathon will have to be exorcized from New Orleans. It will be like fishing out a monster from the blues. Deep, dark and ugly. I guess, believe it or not, someone will know how to deal with the such, probably a bunch of moron mexicans. If they can stand rats, stench and vomit. Or being taken down and eaten alive. You tell me? It’ll be like a bean field surrounding a fart facory. All goes to he who knows because the rest just comes natural. I thought I, nor it, didn’t matter to you God. Mistake. I realize that down to the the finest detail my indifference toward progression of life for me and under You must at first be to the Holy God. Living Sacrifices are what bother me as I turn the ball around and around, again and again and again. Am I to witness your death Jews and Muslems, like they dealt with democracy and communism. I realize fine isn’t always fine, and fire. Don’t let me bring you down Good Teacher. I guess I’m confused and the correct answer just confuses me more. Your life must always be magnified toward, among other things, the demonstration I witness in my life. Thank You Holy God. Thank You Jesus. I guess time might now always tell some things. I was reminded of prices and more or less what I think of is jealousy and prejudice, sacrifice and slavery, poverty and disablity. Relinquish the notion anything on earth is the same or different dead at the feet of the risen glorified feet of Christ. He don’t care about the devil in the seen sense which is damn well why there is joy and terror in your daughter’s laughing tears right now. Why are there lifegaurds? Because folks drown in the Oceon and are never found again but they were one on the face of the Earth. Funny how stupid thinking got a fool on the phone with Mothman. He kinda is like a dog cat F-15 double thruster Eagle. Forget your sabotague, your espionage and your voodoo. You can’t even get past the first two same chapters. Well, I got to linger on in a different association with a different situation to conjest a cigarette soon. I don’t ask for much out of life anymore for general purposes but if you believe you can, should, will, or are equal you may be doing yourself a disservice to them, him, her, it, or thing, or unthing and fizzle out on plan B point B because plan A point C is for gods, creators and point B midnight writers and rich derelict hombres.

Sometimes it is impossible. If you are Gnostic it is always-almost alwaysindifferent. Or, like me and the Boss. Just hard to fight and win because we never surrender, almost. I surrender all to You Father of Jesus. Friend of Abraham. Rock of My Eternal Salvation. In Heaven. In Hell. Master of both Light and Darkness. Yet the Darkness does not Understand the Light. Distant as paradise to a dog. But, although some mutts get fed better than some people, it’s shit on the pump handle, standing next to a cow pissing on a flat rock, eating shit at the Wall in Hadees. You told me everything I needed to know but the Sunset glow has ruined the Devil’s day of dark and gloom. Holy Hannah! This could be the beginning of a very good thing. Rolling away the Earth to the same Galaxy, same Universe, different bigger thing. Symptoms of schizophrenia could be a shit fit in a slow burning insane asylum. Complete with evil spirits, poltergeists and the irony of being murdered and buried in an unmarked grave by the state poor farm. Not a wretch of them, from the 20th Century, will escape the unanswered questions they gave shit replys to. Fuck you. Happiness? I’ve mostly seen coldness, indifference and greed. Silence, abandonment, dishonor. Hard luck for diseased mongers of retribute that now have nothing to come back to. Nothing really to come home to. Only a sign in the desert with miles to Las Vegas. Here at home they’re gonna make everything alright though. Of hatred. Make lust a permanent exposure on your sick idea of freedom. I guess Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, Doctor Suese and Willy Wonka just sythe from the gutter. Well enough, becsause Yes, indeed, the news, weather, sex, religion and TV are just going to make uncommon valour the paradise of washing blood drenched hands as the normal realm of gypsy heaven. Weiners, the great meals on wheels as the poison the doctors put on your prescripton along with oxycodeine and you h’ain’t worth a shit unless you’re a thieving, poker faced, shit. Go ahead, unrepentant, disability of meager means, whose eyes are burning torches. They paid the price for not standing up to Satan after he knocked them on their asses. The difference between us and them is not whose got the blood on their heads but who is carrying their cross behind Jesus and who on Earth is just a formidable opponent in lies, murder and the crime of pride to the degree of mass, or individual, murder. You and I both had our chance to remain silent a long time ago. Some do, some don’t. Some don’t care. Some speak out to ears as full of shit as a bullet in the brain. Happiness? Yea, you be happy you big faggot assed dead man panicking.. Today is June 1, 2007 1:45 PM CST DST Somewhere in the smack dab middle

of nowhere. The problem according to the sky is looking like a fitzmeyer of idios borrowing time from a faithlesss mountain, because, Jesus, it h’ain’t moved an inch in 28 years. Just a stubborn old ninny evaporating with the humidity. Wrinkling up, shriveling and hopefully blowing to Hell. Of course, if it stays this way, they’ll come after you know who. Their problems are just nagging and moping in silence as Bush and the generals basically guide them away for vampire fodder. Kinda creepy. I can just imagine if this is in the middle of the night. Waco somewhere on a massive square far across the other side of the globe. Aren’t they curious to throw stones, the sons of bitches. Marijuania anyone? Or, I imagine they can’t put down their oxecodone for something as natural as that substance. I guess I’m just shot in the head for a requip of some of the, what they call, “derogatory statements” Christ foretold. But, if I don’t die, you can figure I’m laughing at the first junior bold book I put out that was written basicall in 1979, 1980, and 1981. So suck my dick you fucking murderers because no matter what penance, and me too . . . there is always going to be the Wall in Hadees you can’t get over. You can’t bribe nor bargain with it and basically you are caught in a trap with craziness of your worst Kruger Freddie nightmare of your sabotague of good, truth, peace. On your deathbed you shall be thankful God has let you away from your suffering only to find the lostness of the grave just a wait, wait, darkness, void, abandonment.

It’s so painfully haverjesus to the bonafide pride

That distances its motivation to an unlikely as well as different rebound

In the agony and niceness of some lovely flower to be shorn by a hailstone in the nightmare of mine

It haunts me, it cuts loose a vampire of regret that no one can notion to the outside intervals of air

Three demensions from mine and your consciences the only one we know is Jesus

But wandering through this mental anguish comes this taste, this death knows that Jesus will provide, by God he will.

In all lives there is Sin. Yours and mine, and you and I, and no more you and I and everything in, on, and words. Well, the words are over and everything has a season. God I pray for You Lord, Your Mercy. In memory of all everything. I guess that sounds like the silent plea of a jewish person in a gestapo nazi death camp. As long as I can I can understand hope to the degree I can understand it. I will go on at all costs. Friday June 1st 2007 6:53 PM

Saturday June 2nd, 2007 2:57 PM

It’s a cloudy day. The crops are made of jailhouse steel. These terrorists want to draw a line down the middle. It ain’t happening. I realize we imagine with joy and thanks to the All Knowing God. These people, are bloodthirsty vampire slaves out of control. Their father is Satan and these are the sons of perdition. Abraham’s wife Sara drove them out. My advice is that the worse thing to do is nothing. One of the most important affirmatives is unity. More than one miracle is going to be prayed for through Jesus and the Holy Ghost To God the Father, JEHOVAH. Rock of Ages, cleft for us. Pray without ceasing, study biblical and reliable history for it’s coming around to the brass ring and nobody can snatch us out of JEHOVAH’S Mighty Hand. That promise is from Jesus the Lord. I’m just a messenger and a reminder amongst scribes, christians and the faithful. Thank You for your time. Have Faith, Band together. Never doubt the power of The One God or the power of the truthful Words in Red. Sunday June 3rd, 2007 8:54 AM Bitching Sunday morning. It’s here almost like a checkered flag. I realize freedom is the price of blood and vice-versa, amigo. In the real world there are hours of operation. Days of peril. Years of justice. Centuries of irony. If God came today, “yes” He would find me waiting like a booby trap for Satan, the dog fucker. In between the sheets it gets hairy and we always ask for more than we need, it seems. Respecting money brings kings to their knees and soldiers to the feat of threatening existence. Usually of a designated paranoia called society that takes money, freedom and justice to new highs and lows. Oh, yea, sure money and hard work should go together, but it became degrees, niceness and snobbering at the grave of Bogey. If I am allowed to pick Heaven as my eternal home, I think I would choose to forget 99.9% of all this BS that equips jail with TV, so some folks can know death up to now only may have to be certain, but everlasting is salvation and permanent is damnation. Although threats of peace and promises of hope come from the gut of this thing called currency; it’s a graven image with hearteache, and a monster silenced soon with bribery; steel and clay feet. Paradise is a shout away some say but for some it’s never to come on this Earth of Mothers, Daughters, Orphans and Pride. Take it from the baker, “timing is essential.” So, before we the people, conduced by self evidence, mock what is unexperienced, judgment is an eight lane

interstate through the cloverleaf of L.A. with pistols, police and a lot of people on parole. 2,500,000 folks are in prison and I have yet to hear of one of them starving to death. Meanwhile, back on the farm the rain falls, the dew decends, the animals range still is worth half a cow and it’s going to be a year of reaping what we sowed in more ways than that . . . I feel God’s Word is a blessing, not a curse, and it’s free now to the whole world. Children raising children with no more than death, war, taxes and a whole lot of Rosey. Sunday June 3rd, 2007 3:20 PM CST Sunday Ugly Sunday. In my persuit of the good, violence and its price lingers like a retort, like ooh rah from a Sioux Dog Soldier. ing the three blind turtles in a race for demonacracy by republican’ts. Holy buckets you are having a cow! Only the scars remain, so they taunt after picking up what’s left of the children. The hungry. The grieving and the lonely. Butchered for something as fake as the pride of progress that is measured in dollars and cents. Health is fattened up for the slaughter as the country, more or less, as far as I can see, is down the road of no return. So, we’ll buy time, yea, I did, and the vow of Jesus, “with God all things are possible.” It may be the gutter for you now but . . . Damned painful pride has love virtually ringing the necks of some poor poisoned fool who was nobody his own side proved with the help of a mocking oath. After the people beat their swords into pruning hooks and the lion lays down with the lamb, because virtually that, at this horrible isolation disability is small potatoes for the likes of a hidden Creation just as soon as they figure out who to hang. And it’ll probably be me. Oh, well. If and it is. Sometimes onion headed masked people like some folks, uh huh, wouldn’t have to hand out the disposition of an American from God only knows who, what, when, where, why and probably howdy. Slick as snot on a doorknob. June 3rd, 2007 Sunday Evening 8:17 PM It’s been a long struggle just to revive from “care.” Inconsiderate people, consider this. Don’t thank what you’re not caring about because it didn’t give a dog fuck about you. Try casting a blame. Shame on the Devil who deceives the whole world. At least the children have a future from being eradicated from arrogant murdering lawmakers and hypocritic vampire abortion doctors. Sexually starved, blatant bullshit leadership and a medical and health system that begs bread for fat tyrants. Maybe I’m a lot less proud knowing they’re gonna reap just what they sowed and suck hind tit on a fat assed sow. Dueteronamy? What’s that? Some situations are better left alone for a Sunday, yet this will become more self evident when it’s in your face. Happy losers like you and me just want to harvest a lot more than the wind.

Perhaps the fastest route is straighter than an arrow. Bend your bow jarhead. The only way you’re going to get out of this is at least wounded. Hopefully you have all your limbs and not too much shock. I’m on your side brother and I know their logistics suck. They fight a war of cat and rat. May the best cat take the world by the tail and pull it down, one more time, to a level where they can see beyond their nose because you can see right through me just like them but the mission they don’t know, love, nor understand, like God Who formed your ear as well as mine and I can cheat them blind and poison would be a death too good for Satan. Make them suffer. Your bloodline is sweet wine compared to swine piss as far as I notice. Think talk as thick as an iceberg and red hot like the gut of Hell. On the offence of a defensive offense. Maybe I can turn on and tune out, but even I know a cop out like that was bound to happen. Okay—for now, but it won’t prevail. Somewhere, somewhy, somehow, the planet Earth will turn into a precious Jewel in the Hand of God. Rollin’ my sweet babies Love. Tell them to bring that problem around at a later date and . . . . mysterious, h’ain’t it? . . . Love is blind and it doesn’t care when a person is A-L-O-N-E.

4:55 PM CST DST Deep in the Halls of Common

The Spring is wild and free. Do you agree? Transportation is of a trembling hand on worry. Stiff neck on the choppingblock and a cockle-a-doodle-doo for murderball. News is a little early today since any job’ll do and I can bullshit myself into jail and out, insane assylum, and out, war-and out! Get my drift or it’ll be blue sky turned gray. Rebel ro be I may I keep my nose pretty clean and my mind pretty clear. If you have lost your vision; be it spiritual, physical, or mental. The past you can and may reveal very much on something I touched and still hold in my heart. I just need your help again. I need you, male or female, old or young, kind, hopefully, and free as the wind through my pane and open doors. You have inalienable, God—given rights. Oh yes you do. God blessed His entire Creation and may His Handmaids and Prodigy, with the Comfort of a warm heart and a new spirit, renewed daily—to you and Saint Jude who had had his Hand in this. Amem-Hosana-Alleluia.

Monday June 11th, 2007 10:37 AM

You can know I know, after all this I’m kinda upset. I know the bigotry is abnoxious, the way some people flaunt a thing when every thing or blessing as I now call them is for this hard road. Now they don’t know what to do or have found some false, maybe needed, maybe determined by murderers. I care dad burn it but you’re gonna have to pay close attention to yourself with the example of thanks and the purification of repentance. I will preach on. These young guys are beyond blood, sweat and tears. They have arrived at a point to negotiate without all the fanfare of anything more than human to human. The Zoo Kingdom, including humanity are in grave danger from all the evil Hell can muster. Make sure one of those every breath you take’s last breath isn’t noxious. In order to do that you have to win this fight, for light over darkness isn’t some string bean kid shooting holes in the air and giving no cover. Stay off the road and C-130 your bases in and never let a dull moment go by fucked screwed yellow belly up. Fershtay?! Something’s going on. You may wish you knew nothing about it, but you at least have an inkling. Brick by brick. Wall by wall. Mountain by mountain. Up the hill. Down the hill. Through the hill. OOH RAH Son of a sad Sailor. Diplomat, intermediate between Christ the Lord and Satan the Deceiver. Perhaps you’d like to make a little wager? A small bet? A deal? You h’ain’t worth the effort it takes to wipe the dragon shit off my boots nor the flying desert alligators to be scattered. Somethings always going on with a true Believer who knows and realizes the Power of Prayer and Fasting with all the Faith to the Faithful God of All Good Things especially the Life, Death, Resurrection, Cross of the still Most Powerful Ghost of All Ghosts—Good Evil or Indifferent that I Will Testify Under ANY OATH, past or present or future, raised my body from the death of a cursed man murdered in my sin by sinners to complete wholenessof heart, wisdom and wealth to renew in me through grace, mercy, faith, body, blood and spirit to rival The Betrayer of God and EACH AND EVERY CHILD OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY GHOST. So, if you hear one of my friends saving your ass at such things of death from the grip of faithlessness at the price of life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness with his life, his fortune and his sacred honor know this much. You have been in the pressance

of a great great man. Not only God knows but even mother nature tends to this question. The Military Police In California. In 1978. Put a hard place and a rock. Right into this boys face. Wargames ain’t no games anymore, so before you pull your tazer or your loaded .44. Lawmaker don’t you know you’re killing the dust that you came from? Don’t you know you fit the hand of the man that feeds you? Seems no job is finished until the paperwork is finished. Maybe at a speed yet unrealished, maybe too fast, maybe so slow it reverses . . . fractions and denominat6rs of friction, pain and severance at the blink of an eye or a split mass second. Even the stones they murdered with will be called for the blood the dead scream to justice for. But it seems as vacant as Mount Sarubachi on Christmas Eve. Honestly their pride is from horizon to horizon at the way this kinda swells like a blowfish and nonchalantly demands you make a decision in your life to find a way, and a hope in something as fleeting and shallow as human mortality. Nothing against you personally, but, after all, death over life is our own device. Someday always comes. 6/20/07 The vanity of thought—neighbor, God, friend, enemy. It all goes parallel with your Bible. If you don’t have one, get one. You can bitch and complain all the way down the line about (just one thing}, or you can change it by a distance, or an understanding, or a legitimacy that is prudent if YOU think it’s there. I guess the only real decency left in this world is an infant and a lullaby song. Call it memory but if it’s none of your business, keep it that way because it’s probably about you. 6/22/07 Sometimes the distance without is meaningless, lucky you. In this refried enchilada is a turnoquite. Catch a wave, is like the only freedom that got me different amidst all the stupidity satan and man, and women could smile at you with while I’m sitting here counting UFO’s of governments left to hatred. Funny how it contains the insanity necessary to travel this far which is why I am assimilating. YOU with an untaken galaxy or universe. Get out Satan, this Universe you have worn your welcome out since day two. One more thing, I burn you with the Name of Jesus. I know it hurts you Lucifer Liar Devil. The presence of the Lord Jesus just kills you as you are. A fucking fish breathed vampire like you can get Gollum up for your insecurity because Jesus has got

you very, very worried and that makes my day. Today. Every tomorrow and night your coward assed killers, a.k.a. (demons) who loved terror in a roomfull of innocent blood bought for a sacrifice and the skill. 6/22/07 What a dark place the prairie and the nation and the world was on July 4th, 1988. A princess would be infused with a certain, very special countenance upon countenance in the eyes of tears and the hand of devotion and LOVE. Somewhere the sparks are going to start flying again, no doubt. I guess the families will be fishing for whales when I see a glimpse of anything but total cons being preachers deliberating how they, like lawyers and waierwolves, think they can sell the bible to Satan hisself. Or, convince Hitler slavery is alright. Hell goes on like a ship leaving port with the person who missed the boat pissing in a cup. Go on. Okay. Then after lasciviously defiling retribution they want the hand that they haven’t got. So, up goes the bluff and you’re staring down murder row where the judge, jury and executioner do their thing as snotty rejects assimilate debauchory with legal means so God won’t see. I’m a sinner, this I know. Someday temptation will liquify and you’ll say “love is good.” But, it’s just an anchor in Hell for the worthless doctrines of dismay. Friday, June 22, 2007 I suppose I could abandon ship, but Davy Jones has a skelaton in his locker as big as my millstone. The deep is a place of panic that I supppose I don’t relish like it’s something to brag about. I got mine, Wilbur. Distance between night and day. The delinquency of ten christians gagging on a gnat and swallowing a camel. The deluxe frustration in the game that was bound to show mutiny from a killing wasteland and all the bullshit incompetant wayfarers establish as God’s Will when we know damn well murder is just a troubling condition that a bribed judge reasons won’t affect the crisis down the line. Hang onto your shit, fire and bullgrease. 23 June, 2007 10:40 AM Rest in Peace for a while yet Dad. I’ll tarry here for a while. He is in His Holy Temple.

March 29th, 2010 Monday 5:53 PM

Anytime you’re on your own, it seems, you’re going to take verbal, social and emotional abuse. Then, THEY, whoever THEY are, think they are so cute when they got you in bad condition. Sure they brag. Sure they run you through the mill. Sure, you’re just the night song of the drunks. But, one thing. Their time is coming. And, their time is gonna come. Some of them? Their time came and went. But, as wise as seven drunks I’m sure I can add a few more songs to that list. I read. I read a lot more, anymore, than just the bible. If you are a christian, even a secret christian, you’re going to be persecuted to life, limb and persuit of happiness. There, you will hang on with all you’ve got, yet you’ve got a lot, for life, liberty and the persuit of happiness. Gays are not christians, they are glory glory seekers who use God’s name in vain. If you see me getting smaller, don’t worry. I’m just sitting here in my window as traffickers go by, yea, actually just waiting for the coming of the Lord. I know I’m not alone. As a matter of fact, there are lot of people been doing it for what seems forever, or a long, long, long, long, long time. It doesn’t bother me anymore. It’s the lot I drew out of life. I am thankful I still have my sight, hearing, fingers and toes. Although my mind, according to Garp, isn’t so splendid, my company, through the fish night syndrome, are the same repentant sinners who try to forgive and hope they are forgiven because long, long, long, long, long times dwindle down to no times. I got my lifelong of being stabbed by Satan and I have my stabs at the son of a bitch and his. No copout, crazy, murdering in the name of his rank and badge is going to fool me, didn’t then, doesn’t now. You take the testicle. I choose to organize this mess. I’m into some dialog and without rampant, better than me, bastards and bastardettes, I’m doing fine. I don’t think I’m cute, as a matter of fact, I’m maimed for you to see, but in God’s eyes I am cherished, risen from death into a new and shining life that speaks when I’m not spoken to, doesn’t listen to a bunch of crap, and learned the lessons of survival, not from easy going bullshit doctors, but from fellow survivors who did not make it. Oh, yea. It is a crying shame that some of us have not survived. Very few of us are left alive. 6:20 PM

March 29th, 2010 Monday Sunset 7:25 PM

You don’t believe in vampires? You don’t believe vampires exist? You don’t believe in God? You don’t believe in anything, evil nor good. I find it very easy to figure out which side of the thin red line I’m on. You, I’m not so certain. You are alone but you feel evil. You are in a garbage can looking for food and find a dead fetus. You don’t believe. But there you are. For a lack of faith, you got your faith tested. For a lack of absent vampires? You’ve got another thing coming. Hold onto your pissant eyeballs you dumb son of a bitch. They definately don’t want you to believe they evily and through evil, exist. But they are there, sure as you got to shit. Don’t shit your pants. Prepare for a crash landing from your better than thou art attitude because it wreaks of havoc and the wild demonstrations that bring pipe bombs, and collateral damage. Now you know a bitter tool and a sovereign secret. Can you keep this secret or do you just want to scream bloody murder? Crying won’t help you, cocaine won’t do you no good. 7:37 PM

March 30th, 2010 Tuesday 4:27 AM

Pitch dark black outside, but I hear someone, or something. Today I went back to the VA. Hot Damn they suck shit. All the arguing about the health care plan. Sure, your best bet is not to get sick, fer sure fer sure. Freak show is opening up as soon as I go in the bathroom, flick on the light and look in the mirror. But, anyway. Plans in my life didn’t work as anything I planned them to be . . . So, I take it minute by minute. The minutes flew into way into a new century. I’m kind of a big deal around here-my T-shirt says. Mia vida loca. What can nuisances offer? A laugh or 10 minutes of straight stupidity? Because . . . just because. Keep on the Sunny Side. You are my Sunshine. I guess we’re friends in our own stupid way. 4:38 AM


Doctor. My eyes. They google when I cry. They have stared Satan in his eyes, yet I see, and . Do you have something? Some advice. Because weird woman don’t think their too weird. When I personally know they are the weirdest eyes to have been on this Planet, besides Satans’, in probably 2010 years. Doctor my eyes. I was stone blind, now I see. Perhaps illusion is the mother of invention. Where do I get a patent on these eyes? These eyes have cried 50,000 tears through the last 50 years. These eyes are blind but I see rainbows and dogs and butterflies. I see no hell any more. These crazy eyes once were feared by men and women who thought they were brave, only to back down in fear, great bewilderment, and bewonderment. Do I have a chance at rub a dub dub? The butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker? Words are hard to conform to that they hand me, but I know they are the ones who are blind. Their eyes are never satisfied. To them a curse, to me a blessing. Ain’t it true? You know it is and apathetically are back at your wild search of your eyes. The blind certainly do understand. In the beginning was the Word. The Word was with God. The Word was God. Some things one person alone doesn’t have to see to believe, it’s a truth that’s self-evident. The Rose in the Garden to me is . . . 4:00 PM God’s revenge is justice, Praise Be To God. The old man sees this quite clearly, the blind man sees, too, and possibly laughs. This is a work of The Lord and it is marvelous in our eyes? 4:04 PM Thank You Lord, so much. Rollin

Wednesday March 31st, 2010 6:08 PM

Because of this, help! Because of this help I guess I have a little hope of forging a way of forgiving myself from casualties I guess I won’t let die. They live in my heart, which is closer than the next heartbeat. Because all you ever give is blind faith, devotion and comion. Like gold wraught out of rock I play kind of a different tune but one basic goal of everyone once in a lifetime as sure as pure oxegon. As everyone gathers around in every city . . . the music of the noise, kinda airs into my head and this twilight’s last gleaming may be the grand illusion to a generation almost swallowed up with discontent, the long, hard road to a moment of peace, as sometimes peace is full throttle, in the escape from the fury of the violence that constantly goes on. The red bird sings a blue, blue song. The redbird sings a warble of expression as chipper and skip have got a freewill of the stuff, the good stuff they are predominantly made of. If you don’t understand this, one day you probably will because in thought patterns that learn to be patient, survival is eminent, which is the best system for the hope of us, as The Lord’s favorite, and nothing anyone and/or everyone can rally up is that high blood pressure patience that drives some to drink their prblems into an abyss. That’s where I met you. You’ll have to make this decision on your own but know this, my friend, I’m in your corner, and when things get intolerable, if I have to, I’ll throw in the towel on you and me and slave myself to keep hope of your honor so drowned in dark eyes horror that I am blind what to do. So, I turn to higher powers you will find frantically endeavouring to saturate and surround you with a force that crucifies itself and yokes itself to the goodness of the truth of crosses. 6:28 PM


I hate this truth. But I hate the darkness and despise, of falseness, the greedy and the nievely stupid people who think this is going to last over one split second after death, and death for them, I figure is one day closer and never a minute too soon, or to late. I don’t think I’ll be at their funeral either and their journey is a calamity. I would say I hate them but hatred is much too much an understatement. 1:45 AM

Sunday April 4th, 2010 11:06 pm

Oh, yea, as the treason. As the treason leads you down the halls of common, you will know fate and destiny is about to cook your goose. As you feel your head roll into the gutter, you’ll wish you would’ve been like the one before you who simply commited suicide. There is no way for you, starting tonight, and from here on out and I now know the truth of justice and perseverance. You trusted in innocent bloodshed for salvation. I trust Jesus and all you have, to me, is a rocky road and self inflicted revenge upon yourselves, all ye who trust in yourselves more than taking up such things as trusting in the Lord for such things as judgement and justice to the All Knowing God of the Universe. So, go. Be as brave tonight as you can, because you are going to fall out of your nest in the stars of heaven, into a world that is much less forgiving than you never were. You made your bed in Hell, sleep in it. You’re welcome. 11:17 PM


Beautiful golden Sunrise just arose. I’ve been doing what I do. Life after boredom sure is boring. At least I’m not trying to please someone who is never satisfied and wants to influence you with crap like you’re a mushroom in a dark basement. All the terrain is alive in a fresh new beginning. Birds are singing. The breeze is nice. This is a decent way to start another day. 7:14 AM

Sunday May 9th, 2010 Mother’s Day 9:14 PM

Leaving his mind in sleep the murderer and the murderer’s accomplices morbidly and horrifyingly sleep with the dead. As the non give a fuck world s them to the piercing of their souls? Such is the party of death marching to see a wise God they devoted their lives to deceiving. Stand clear of the wrath that’s going to blast them to everlasting and perpetual pain and destruction. Oh, The Day of The Lord will be a day of darkness and destruction, severe and relentlessly terrible beyond the scope of death, hell and the grave known to man, that if it wouldn’t be shortened, none would be spared. You understand. Sure you do. You’ve experienced this dispicable, twisted, corrupted world and know God well enough to know His Swift Witness and mankinds’ mammon serving way to the point that they invite evil. Even laugh and spit and desecrate. Their days are definately numbered. Their damnation is in the Hand of the Amighty for all the evil they’ve perpetrated and perpetuated to the four corners and seven Seas of Earth. 9:29 PM

Monday May 10th, 2010 11:44 AM

Angrily tossing all through the night I slept in. Adozen pills, a pepsi, a cup of coffee and 4 cigarettes and I’m on you like a stick on shit. Overcast skies, rotten music, and violence and destruction on the news. The mailman brought bills and charity requests for the hungry and sick children, but I owe so much I can just bray and pray to a crusified reminder of the man who was God. But, I guess, like all others, he don’t come around here no more. I guess his promises are waiting for those who are waiting. But, like my friend the flying dutchman said, “when it’s time to go it’s time to go.” All hell don’t matter to me no more because I found out the answer is in my own physical crusifixion. Your social, economic, and science fiction crap is just that, CRAP. So, all your god mammon leaves you with is the bad habit of yourself and you beg God for peace of mind and find the only peace of mind you can find is CRAP. Just like the bogus war for nothing that is killing on the other side of the world because those pagan bastards care even less than you do about circumstances that you slip in your pussy by carazies and have a blond girl giving death to a black baby. I mean, there is absolutely no fucking justice and I pray for the day it blows up in your face, because you were told from the beginning and went directly astray from the womb. Although you were steered right your accusations increased to the murder of your damned souls. Oh, yea, it’s as much of a joke as running from your shadow at 3 AM on a helluva hot Summer’s night to find lunacy is alive and smells well enough to devour. So, you take your ass to the inner chambers of the retribute of your existence and you fall to your knees and pray God me. But why should He? Did you Him when you lorded your freaking enslavement over the violated and banked on YOUR way. Which is the way of death, hell and the grave. You are a disgrace to God and Hell itself. So, as the waves of destruction and the Day of the Lord approached they humbled themselves but fuckup after fuckup brought the Dogs of Doom and the Hounds of Hell to their paranoia of gloom and relished over the sins of the world to deliver that guilt. Here you are with the sound, the way, and the circumstances that will break your troubled asses out of vengeance like the Angel of Death himself. So, do whatever you can TODAY to REPENT for good dogs go to HEAVEN and after today HELL will prepare itself for the wages of undealt with hypocracy that beleagueres the beligerant to rap attack the dismay as the rain

starts falling and the whistle is calling the whores to make 30,000 dollars this week because you whoremongers have a lot of issues that will not go away and He who formed the eye can definately see it all right to the marrow of the bones of Moses Malone. 12:20 PM


Going slowly like a coal hauling train of three engines and 110 boxcars. But this is today as much as today was allowed to step into. Some hatreds take time of spreading the peanut butter on fresh bread but some loves take it and flush it down the toilet where it belongs. Because hatred is deep and dark as Hell. Yet, to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. As I collected those stones I found unpolished reminders that the witness they had is billions of years old. But only God can split one to make water come out of it. I guess God’s miracles are magic, but unduplicated, as we all are. But how can a stone without a soul measure up to the single living soul of a human who testifys from empty lonliness to the satisfaction of surviving unified hatred? For not living up to a false measure which is an abomination to the Lord? Understanding? My soul leaps for joy at the hopes Christ Jesus gave to me because He understands issues that men kicked in the head out of spite, greed and jealousy which don’t care for the same self righteous abomination that led the disaster of the 20th Century into no Halls of Common. No reconcilliation towards the Heavenly Host and found Angels finding ways of making this place a path through this wave length. Don’t you see? Everything you do counts for you once you find the understanding to laugh at yourself and make the paralyzed laugh for the joy of heart they find in a certain glowing they don’t find in their boring steps of getting back what is forever gone. Sometimes God forgives. I guess The Almighty blesses whom He will. No one tells Him what to do or when to do it. Submitting my free will to Him I found out gives me peace of mind and a freedom to not be influenced by anything insultively near sighted, as in, can’t see beyond their nose, to know, yes, I am ugly, and yes, I am handsome, and yes I am strong, and yes, I am weak. But I guess caring for others or being cared for just goes with the territory. What I’m trying to say is sucker people sit back and suck off which becomes a problem. The best problem solver in the Universe is The Holy One of Israel. A man or woman can’t get any higher or any lower than HIM. He is almost on the ground with me tonight and for once in a long time I am a satisfied man. They’ll dig a ditch for you but will fall into it themselves. 2:01 PM


Running amiss to a repentance of all the yesterdays. I don’t know Lord, poison and parables of doom. It takes a lot of faith and resistance to the world and the madness of testosterone and adrenalin, curiosity and not knowing just what to do. It’s like waiting for a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. I mean the hatred and anger in the world and the deception of money and lust. Am I possessed? What do I do about this condition of the world and the anchor around my neck that drags davy jone’s locker? Ache and pain. Guilt is a nice hole to hide in but it isn’t. I have struggled with myself until craziness was without doubt, but I am aggravated. I am distraught in the nothing but my guilty conscience. Extremists want to blame someone every time. Every chance they had they were not mine nor was I their neighbor. Just cousin it with his bigger than life problems. Hang this carrot over someone elses nose because you can take this book and I was human long after you got so riled at humanity you gave them over to the bull crap they abort, extort and corrupted for the Holy Spirit? Not like so, for self appointed power that leads to a damned early grave or persecuted life that even tells them what they are supposed to think. I will be glad when this damned day is over and I feel sorry for the bums who fall because the only thing they want is something they haven’t got.


How does it feel to save a life? The abusive crowd dismissed themselves to a life where they don’t exist in my life. But did they come on strong with dissent while puffed up with bullfrog animosity? So, how does it feel to save a life? Do I have a plan? No, I make no plans. I like whiskey, I like wine, I like beer, and I like cigarettes, cigars and Kodiac chew. I’ve made sins and mistakes that were costly to my life, health and sacred trust. So, when you’re flying high just whose got the divine noose and I don’t care how high and mighty you are or were in life. How does it feel to save a life? 9:27 PM


This world is going to keep going on. Injury and damage of the Earth will continue. But, only God Almighty the Father knows when, and where Jesus the Lord is going to return to raise the dead, some unto eternal salvation, some judged unto eternal damnation and all of the believers drawn up from the Earth to meet Him in the sky with all the Angels and Saints. The wait and providing until that day will be hard as many have hardened their hearts and serve only mammon and other false gods, who cannot save. A lot of things are going to become pagans or pagan worshipping ideas. A lot of people are going to come to believe the answer is Jesus Christ and as The Day of the Lord approaches are going to be waiting for Him. 1:57 PM


The blood is taken. Blood, worth more than anything. Killed as randomly as taking a piss. Almost begging the God of Abraham to step in. But He did that with Jesus and look how it’s ending. They and we drop like flies in our alibis of sin and love. A sin that won’t die and the death of the comion of love. Only in the nightmare of men, sparks the interest of macabre’ and nights that lead to death by murder and/or death by execution. How blind must one person be to not know that? The business of God is peace as well as warfare. Death is a crying shame that looks only into today and maybe tomorrow because it knows the future of all men and women whom death shall meet. There all pay the debt no living person could pay, no living person could weep enough for. Beyond the morningside glimpse of Sunrise on an old cemetary the ghostly mist seems to impatiently tap the gravestones and they roll over in their graves. 2:53 PM


We all was getting screwed but we wasn’t getting kissed. Their greed outdoes their religious sincerity by one hell of a longshot. So, hopeless and quite impressively the demonstrations of salutations they live their unrepentative lives in. But, why should they repent? They’re perfect, right? As perfect as a cut diamond? As perfect as a perfect circle? As perfect as a lamb? I don’t know. I’m just a stupid incompetant who tells them that God is their Judge, not me. So, as life goes on in their crime. I sleep. I eat. I drink. Sometimes I cry, but never cry out loud, anymore. 11:35 PM

Wednesday July 21st, 2010 11:22 AM

Life does languish. I have had one foot in the grave and the other in hell all of my adult life. No druthers for me because my hope in reconcilliation upon the death of me puts death in the light that it should. The door to heaven, paradise, glory. Beautiful life, as some have it, it’s a great life, is troubled, anxious, sexually traumatized, poligamy with as many demon possessed vagrants as can be allowed to sanity and still make it to confession. But I have no more confessions. Pick yourself up out of the gutter or you’ll probably die in the gutter. Substances of mankind don’t necessarily consist of any kindness when temptation awakes you scared shitless in the buckling of a time tunnel. It brings you a million years to reality. The gift of God, eternal life, if you can believe Christ Jesus did come to seek and save the lost. The world and the things of the world are all attitude. So, as your good attitude doesn’t last when you’re ten miles high in deep shit and hell’s fury, if you survive, you’ll definately believe. I guess it worked for impossible me and don’t let that be the tombstone epitaph of you because, yea, we do all have to face death but many times the mercy seat is there for the good intentions of paved hell whose dire straits of motley crues singles you out for a witness who didn’t need to read this to know probably more than the Pope about the Greatest Blessing ever given by Jesus Christ—The Sermon on the Mount as the world goes crazy to shake you down, steal your cigarettes and all your R rated DVD’s and good whiskey. Take it easy on yourself. 11:38 AM


I guess the dream ended for me a long time ago. Some broken dreams hopefully are just open advantage for others to step their foot in the door and like letting the devil get his foot in the door the sin is going to happen. So, I guess I just try to get even without violence from the cops and the setups of others who only walk hand in hand with satan. I do believe I am reconciled with Almighty God because He wants it as much as me. Probably because He has a plan. I’m sure the only plan I have is that someone is going to sabotauge, pilfer, or steal the profit from because they are basic thieves whose hypocracy is their own WALL. What a simple plan. Work on other’s trust with words like sympathy, empathy, honour and trust when they are snakes out of Eden, forked tongues and all. I care but I don’t think there’s any solutions available. But stay away from the pork products like social workers, charities, lawyers and especially cops and judges. So, I sit here and deliver some ranked out truths you and they are going to find that will soon be taken under. I believe God has a way in my life because of written and unwritten edicts dealing with love and fools profiteering to the cost of their own bodies and souls. Hell with ‘em. They say trust God. They say have faith in God. Almost like byewords of a thing they betrayed from a treason and conspiracy they slander with pride. So, I say fuck ‘em and I hope, after all is said and nothing done being the course, no justice but they will be thrown alive into The Lake of Fire for their phoney embezzling. Like I give 2 cents for them anymore. 3:05 PM


So, goodbye for now. I know you won’t be so excited to be an asshole, which you sometimes are. I guess it just goes with the territory. But, if you want to be a burglar of indecence you’re going to end up in a dreadnaught blues sad song by your orphan son or daughter. People kill for little to no reason. If you don’t like the life you have get hobbies that pay bills instead of tapping out signals that just mean I forget to find out how to know you and you don’t know me any more than Adam. What I believe I know and I also know you love items. Cars, guitars and freedom. Nothing wrong with that. Just as you hear something where you simply turn it off, turn it off man, I’ve made my point. 9:31 AM

Thursday September 2nd, 2010 10:44 AM

Onetime. They say. Onetime you die. I have died many times. Stone flat dead. Flatline express. If that makes me weird. Actually, it makes you simple. Living is easy. Dieing is extremely hard. Things lead up to murder. Things like hatred. Things like revenge that get even with people like me having a good time. Things like power mad people in uniforms who don’t hear 21 guns. Things like desert silver Moon beneath the pale skylight. Things like desert skies. Things like play that funky music white boy. Things like lay down and boogy and play that funky music ‘til you die. 10:56 AM


Religion is one helluva fantasy, killer. To find the face of an invisible indivisible GOD. I suppose you can take back the weed, take back the cocaine baby. Yea, you’ve already scraped the disaster of HELL and etched it on the insanity of satanic lies. Whiskey River? Yea, all the way to Polluted Piss Pond as you fantasize unreal things like how to keep your pissed pants up while walking. But, I’m a responsible person. You, mister are an overgrown drunk principle of evacuating the Earth after you’re dead to another drunken losers party. I have nothing better to do than stay sober and keep fire on your ass until your withdrawals either kill you or the jail goes eternally into a burning cell. Just because I know that hell I devote myself to saving your ass from no more than satan hisself. Ah, just a friendly drink. One thing. Ah, c’mon. You are out of your mind and dragging everyone and anyone you can with you. Tell it to the Policeman because I’m ready to go off like a freaking Volcano. Amazing Grace how sweet the Song that saved a wretch like me I once was enslaved but now I’m kind. I was violently blinded yet my vision returned. What greater gift could one Vision of JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY GIVE TO ONE FAMILY OF MAN. It’s never easy but it’s always worth it. 10:12 AM


All I have to say is that the bigger they are the harder they fall. In slow motion they fall hard. I don’t enjoy it, and you’re lucky to be at the wrong end of their self destruction. They wave their money. But, what’s even more ironic in that is their two faced bowing to the false god money—mammon. They tell you the big lies like the only thing money is good for is making more money. So, people are abstaining your rights, invading your privacy, becoming fake friends, stealing, and killing for that false sense of all that’s in the witches cauldron of detestables. You’re going to call me a liar. There is a place in the next world where you will stand before me as I have stood before you and I hope you are at least that far because you’ve propped yourself up to be nowhere at the wrong time but the depression of your own false way of surviving while the suffering comes back to the slavery this society dumps at the curb of irony you call the boulevard of broken dreams. Some people have hope because their feelings were spoken, their truths, their emotions were recorded in a book. In thousands of words in a forward motion to God, and to friends, and to enemies that hate without a reason beside snideness. That was the end. But that’s what time gives. Reason. Reason to refrain to them in their darkest alleys out of time unto a place where time ceases or ceases to be a factor. Or, in their quest to win friends and succeed they give up to recalling a past of places and dates. Their true feelings they say need to be more appropriately reworded or changed. So, their truths about themselves are given to political bullshit that doesn’t hold water nor squat yet they want to assume the position of power as I sit here stranded on an island in the South Pacific with Davy Jones keeping company with the Flying Dutchman. So, they want, they want happiness, I give that to those who need the reason to have me feel myself next to you. To know it gets dark to the point reason fails as you fall deep into the arms of unbelieving hypocrits, falsehood friend drunks, and a reason to think death sure is a lot closer than I ever imagined and I am scared. So, you keep company. Strange company. The shadows haunt. The Devil visits. The routine goes on. Somewhere on the dark side where nothing is real but it’s all there to the point where negative things you discover is like an evil blanket coming over you. You have no time for me. You are ashamed. But now you

know the one who is truly ashamed to be in a world where mammon tonight is the clear cut, fair and square chosen god of america as fantasies and fairy tales make more sense than the poppycock boulderdash blarneystone thing you are involved in that is pulling you into the deep where it is the darkest dark on a long, long, long, long, long, long journey you can’t handle because the susperia of the evil practitioners is being buried as unreal anymore. So, don’t be deceived. Things like betrayal for money are right up there with loving people who are out to murder you and walk away scott free. Be on your gaurd. 8:57 PM


I like that term “free entertainmnt.” Catching my breath is sometimes entertainment to others as I’m asperating for my life. Or indifference. Or mocking laughter. Or winners losing. Or losers winning. It definately makes the chicken pissed. Another one. People who can sound like farm animals. Cockamamy words like slick as snot on a doorknob. It is the stupidity of old folks or the boredom of little silence that normal people don’t allow. They want knowledge. They seem to thrive in the winning circle while those betting money on them collect. Or strange and total devotion to making something to show off until tragedy endarkens upon them who were prepared for peace in the valley until living dieing Hell separated them for a while here at the country that doesn’t explain why the bear shit in the buckwheat but found out bears do shit in the buckwheat. But they expect people usually will treat people just as approximately as they are treated. So, enough about being run over by drunks who feel so bad for killing some folks who survive but will never be the same. Can’t try to agonize over the horrible mess of what sheep led to slaughter or cattle sent to slaughter could’ve had had they been a holy cow. You know mean people who run bullshit on their drunkem embassage to early graves while money will buy an early grave, divorce and fools friends. So, stupidly embarking on a New World where fraud is stuffy, bottom line people who believe they did it all on their own. No God. No Satan. Just a crap in the buckwheat of a bear that went over the mountain. 1:48 PM


I kinda think country gives a bad taste in my mouth like a swill of stale whiskey on a ruined night. While rock and roll pisses on a cop car. All the world’s a graveyard but only Pink has been to the WALL. Old nags are like just don’t know what to do. So, they worry impatiently and fret over lonliness. I don’t really care to, I don’t know, apolagize? If I had a line of crank for her she’d love life in the misery of her delusional apostasy. If the shoe fits wear it CINDERELLA LA. You don’t know what works so you practice on my nerves and my patience. So, I just drive the devils over the cliff like lemmings. They follow. What? Shut up and kiss me? My dick ain’t that broke. Happy if I get out of this without another disease, a christmas list of dirty sins and any thing like human dignity. I just said human dignity to remind you that you push the wrong buttons on the vampires you’re crying to, you’ll become just like them; worthless, useless and dedicated to your damnation in eternal damp and darkness, you know, just like you like it. I had to try it. I don’t like it. Here comes dah judge. He gets an overdose. Biggest hypocrit since Jim Beam. Rockgut rotten. I hope he gets nothing in the long run but shackles and chains. Rowing an oar. Dead and thrown to . . . get over it. Get over the WALL. Or, otherwise, like all others you’ll die there and be a forgotten, starved corpse left in perpetual isolation, lost to every point of light that ever came upon the Earth. You believe not in Jesus. You believe Heaven is having it your way complete with unconditional love, affection, grace, dreams and riches beyond the dreams of avarice. You’re just another buzzard but I like the way you continued through it all to survive. Your eyes are never satisfied yet everything you see is in the mirror that is like a portrait of Dorian Gray. You weren’t born yesterday and I wasn’t born yesterday. Some people never grow old and fables of chemical heaven have one flaw. It’s called, like, a sort of, you know, reality. If all you can do is live in a stupid fantasy there is probably a time and place but today is Sunday to me. When I drink everybody drinks. When I pay everybody pays. When I give everybody gives. Give it a clue because you are snowballing your way to a country road freezeout. Wave at the monkey in the mirror. You are having fears that are just natural because danger is your only enemy you have failed to survive. God, give her a chance. Chances are . . . 10:43 AM


What do you observe that makes you angry? It is something that I don’t understand? Bars. Feeling the beating. Drums of rythm to every feeling like a tapping of a blind man’s cane. Emptiness of rooms the old feel. They are taken in no hurry and sometimes I wonder if mercy doesn’t care. If it’s here and now. Behind the frame of fantastic hopes given to the violence fear always inspires. Wonders of the Universe given away for less than nothing. Detrimental. Time cohersing people to act like animals until a friendly voice of reason tells you it’s going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright. God is in Heaven. All is well on Earth. 10:14 AM


Worries, guilt, regrets? We all have them. Trust in the Lord and He will meet you halfway. Prodigal sons we became, one and all, yet He waited. We, exumed shame when held in the arms that pulled us from living graves and He set us in hope, faith and love that calls to say, “yes, we’re doing okay.” Each avolanche of pride seems useless now, doesn’t it? Humbly we offer sweet adoration to a King who claimed us with the sacrifice of His Body and Blood. Things we couldn’t grasp we hold with all our might. They are so precious that everyday I just want to reflect on the treasures of the knowledge of God Who revealed His Love through Jesus and Scripture to living examples by Apostles, Martyrs and Saints where we find our burdens lightened as the yoke is easy and burden is light. Thank You Jesus for this day. Thank You Lord for saving me, body and soul. 12:33 :PM


Some people live in their sin without any thought of repentance. They think it was a got away with sin, or crime, probably both. They don’t repent. They wash it down in the misery of whiskey and get about their wonderful, powerful jobs. Which they take advantage of other people who are not going to die because they repented of their sin and sins. So, the latter feels the persecution of the former and perhaps prays for him, or her. Don’t you see? That person whose medicine is whiskey and sits in judgement over the repentative and has a mind to teach that person a dirty lesson is going to the Land of Buelah, you might say. Or, you might say it’s inevitable that he, or she, is going to get some chest hair in their soup, or get some rugged tribulation and trials of their own. As for me? I will trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not unto my own understanding. I’m winning. I don’t intend on losing again. Strait and narrow all the way to the Gates of Glory. 6:52 AM


Not much to say but I miss you and a sad story only is going to get sadder. The headstones in place will soon enough find another person laying down with no reassurance whatsoever. The blessed assurance not death or life can separate us from? Is that Jesus? Jesus on a blue, blue Winter day. I need a sign besides the bad news of loneliness, isolation and abandonment. It’s like, several years ago I said good bye to my own sanity. You and you left me to survive on my own. About the only ones not alone are those so lonely only they can get a grip on what I’m saying. If they put the innocent children to death from the womb by the thousands . . . do you actually think they’ll stop at that? Everyday. Doesn’t it make you want to drop to your knees, beg mercy, reconcilliation, and Divine Intervention? Put to death by the court and those whose consciences are so seered that their souls are vagrant of any mercy but live intolerantly of those innocent, very young humans, because apparently nobody does trust Jesus nor God the Father. Suicide is the sad reminder that some people just cannot and will not cooperate with a world where blatant murder is not even an issue at the state of the union. I hope God Damns those people who allowed and performed it. I hope for them a Hell worse than the fate of those children. Eternal, perpetual, damnation. 11:02 AM

Monday January 31st, 2011 9:07 AM

Face it. You don’t have a friend who is going to do anything for you but that they have a strange agenda to follow their own path that leads them to a grave of little concern no matter how high and mighty they thought themselves in this blind world. They murdered (abortion) their way to a place of angry retribution where their fame is truly a blister on the face of Hell. Along the way, others and perish unto, but, those whose trust is in the Lord know there is lead in my visions of how it was, is, and will be. Really, who cares? Who cares when you and I meet in the gateway to Heaven? Two strangers whose truth they kill after what it’s like. They haven’t the nuts to find out. Along the path you’ll meet frauds everywhere. People who want to be blessed for their inconsideration and people so lost in their addictions and screwed with lives that from here to forever is always just a kiss away. So, to love my enemies isn’t hard because their crap God Himself will feed back to them. Be kind to yourself and animals and treat yourself to the feast of words that Satan isn’t allowed to read because they are blinding to some likened to him. Isn’t that nice? 9:21 AM

Friday February 11th, 2011 4:29 AM

So, the abuse continues. It’s the American way. They are too damn good, or worthy, or unworthy, or still just too damn self righteous and stubborn to tie their own friggen shoes. They want it easy while making it fucked up for me. But, right now, they have the ball. It’s going to be pressure to make them give it up. It’s time for a major national disaster, wouln’t you say? Earthquake? The Earth is going to shake it up. But, that’s the way they might get a little understanding. Or, the whining conspiracy of fraud and espionage they practice might, God willing, get an overdose of sabotague. They have no friends and I would just as soon see them get the judgement and justice decreed for the absolute treason they ascribe to. Seems the land of the free and the home of the brave are pig slaves to money and the money is going down the drain like bathwater while they throw out another thousand babies to garbage where vampires greedily devour the bloody pulp they were ground into with less respect than a pig. So, gringo, me when candlelights are gleaming. Everyday will go into another day as the truth is conveniantly crusified the moment it is conceived. Everyday I want to shake somebodies hand and let them know that they can rest assured Jesus says they and I can. It’s too late for most, I know, but there are a few chosen. 4:44 AM


God loves some but there are those that God hates. I can pretty much understand how they despise without having to go to prison for talking them out of it. But, some people choose murder and killing and are forced into it. Isn’t that a dinger? Set the thing straight and they are back at their wicked game, just like the fools they are. Piss off. So, here’s to you, guy or gal, sitting in prison. You’ll have the whip one day on all the cold blooded legalists who set you to sit there, kinda just like I do and Sunflowers and you. 11:43 AM


Death resounds in my beaten to death head, body, and eyes. My face has two and a half months growth and fever is setting in. Bargained with a plan that couldn’t leave anything but dead heroes to the grim socialistic governments of a world that tries to be perfect, but threw him into hard prison where I met the old man. He was there. He probably died there for that was 20 years ago. We were friends. 10:27 AM


Don’t need it. Don’t need anything but the forgiveness and grace of Jesus and Jehovah. They will bring you to a spot where you are in awe and amazement in a place that believed at all times these things because the Word was made Flesh. So, when they run you to wits ends just find out how good you feel at the end of everyday to run 100 miles and go to bed sober and get up to challenge the devil and all comers like a spark in the dark. 7:57 AM


Sometimes I feel astonished at people who hide such things as their feelings. How they can’t open up and clear the mind of their souls. But, I understand that often it only happens upon a person’s deathbed. Then, unafraid, that decibal of sorrow relates without excuse the privy sin defenceless to forgiveness, but then, and only then is it as real as it can possibly be. I was and I did. No one demanded it from me but me and Jesus. Somehow it was a closing in my life on the guilt of that childhood sex sin. As I sit here listening to the dumbcolf’s running radio business they are pretty good at being better than they really are. They never look like they sound. They consider themsleves the official voice of silence blurted out. That has nothing to do with the term “silence is golden.” Aching silence for years drove me mad. Absolutely, unequivically insane as I dealt with a bludgeoned body and the shock of trauma and lost my mind. You get no evidence of things going on that you don’t know because you can’t handle the truth. You don’t obey it, don’t care to hear it, by God you murder the truth or throw it in the garbage like it isn’t even worth a proper burial. You do it all the time. So, there will come a time when with all your strength you wish you could get a grip on the reality of what’s going on, coming down, ready to call your stupid bloodshed bath a hoax, but indeed, it would be better for you that you were never born. You can take your name calling, doofus, and stick it where the Sun don’t shine because not it found it and it is you and you alone. I hope you like the taste of death in your mouth. Death is in harmoney with your style of music, religion, law, and war. Well, the grim reaper is knocking at the door. So, escape. Run. Run all the way to Hell god damn you. You shall not escape. You shall have nights when demons make a list of your discrepancies and take them out as payback. You have a lot of nerve of after serving Satan your whole adult life, you coward, to call the Lord your friend and say such things as the term “God loves me” and “Jesus is Lord.” I was never alone being the whipping boy, boy. Saint Peter and Saint Paul are cracking their knuckes to show you how it feels to have the living shit knocked out of you before your head is crushed like the vermin you are. 3:06 PM


This world isn’t the same. It’s corrupt and going to get more corrupt right up to the rapture. Those left behind will either fight for Israel or eventually be labeled in their death as bastards and put outside the Wall into eternal darkness, damnation, wandering and perpetual lostness. But the world wants to play the greed card one last time. They want to stand up. Stand there dumb fuck. Pretend. Keep pretending anything is really going to get fixed besides the short vantage perishing point of a junky. Even the musick is going to pretend there is hope as hopeless songs and reminiscent old antebellum keeps the blabbermouth sales people on the air. Or, the firm dictates of a proud preacher who never knew it so good, when Earth is a FAILURE. All the Oceon polluted with poison. People starving to death just wanting a chance at things most take for granted like the dignity to leave something behind that the thick as thieves government won’t steal, kill, or destroy. The United Sates of America Government. Success is seeing you murdering bastards choking to death on dirt. Or, reduced to cannibalism you love evil so much and take, take, take, with nothing to show for it. You use violence against women, those who condemn you, like me, and brown nosed cops can’t figure out why some people just blow cops away no questions asked. The world is the same but it’s going to get real hairy come Summertime 2011 because currently they want safety over freedom. The reason I call them cowards is because they don’t care who they sell out in doing wicked games on running others into the dirt. So, before you accuse me you imbasile you better take a good damned look at yourself. 4:12 PM


It is hard to believe we are condemned when some of us had less than no chance to succeed. But, hey, we’re still alive and as far as I know the world isn’t going to end tonight for the world and the things of the world. Good, bad or indifferent. I’m sure God must be gracious to those who flounder in the society that drew first blood on them by abortion and the hard knocks on the door right down to secret societies like this that kinda are functioning independently because too many tricks of madness are thrown into the money. From arsenals of nuclear weapons to the loneliness of adolesence that the “proud” really suck up to to show the world they are better than the “problem.” One time tonight I wish I could go back to you Linda and tell you it’s going to be alright and sing you dad’s rock and roll lullaby. One time tonight, Kathy, I wish I could go back to you and the list goes on and on until I realize I have so many more precious memories than I ever want to lose by this silence that throbs like a blue vein throbber. You were so good to me Linda. Thank You honey. You are the best little girl any jarhead dad could ever wish for or imagine, Kathy. Give yourself the self respect of being a sober person. Because life throws dirty tricks at some of us. We pretend we can take it, but, rest assured, we all have a breaking point. Yes, Kathy. I did see Jesus Christ in His Glory when I was sent there by murder. He loved you and your Mother so much He sent me back for you both. I have a funny feeling this is starting to sound like a caring, loving person rather than fighting angrily over things that just don’t matter. Understand the grim reminders of a hard life did no damage to any of us three. Not one of us has lost one hair on our head. Oh, yea, Jesus is True. God’s Name is Faithful. Thank You for 51 years of love and forgiven shortcomings. Thank You so much Jesus. 7:05 PM


Miss Ugly got very upset because I wouldn’t fuck a pussy that looked like it had been the property of every he-whore in Texas. Miss Suzy does Des Moines with her phoney genius of how to win friends and influence people which makes due process in hauling her WWIII pussy to the local drunk while they live in castles in the sky built by the happy dead who are happy that they are dead. Oh, the corruption, betrayal and treason that went on in my life is only the tip of the Iceberg as you in your right mind in your life realize. There’s no trick to justice where capital crimes like the ones done to me are deceived. So, I use it to my advantage to beckon in the Stranger in the Night. These Capitalistic Pigs and Cold Blooded Murderers don’t know what Hell is like because they put the wierd in Murder. Some things may take until the end of time. With victims as far as the eyes can see. But, someday, and someday soon, bloody murder is going to meet Firey Hell at the Advent of the Second Coming of Christ. You, or I, can’t do much sometimes but keep believing that the oneday is going to be the birth of our old selves into and unto Glorified Bodies. These phoneys they call upright and hysterically self righteous will find their bloody menstrual rags they made out of justice just that. But, I am not of an ordinary mind. No, I am peculiar when it comes to making my lonely way through the night and as time ticks on I realize they are drinking to their own usurping ways which are an abomination in the desolation of slavery. Everything this country has ever done it turns out was a fraud and because of that and bad business this government and the finances of this nation are going kapoot and it will be turned into a socialistic, communistic country without a shot being fired. They put new meaning in the saying, “your money is no good here.” Maybe someday . . . . 9:26 PM


If you think you’ve found a wealth of information here you better check your ballistic missiles again, Bub. The only wealth of information your going to find is pulling your own arse to Heaven somehow. In spite of all the generous care they announce is waiting for you is hard times and lonely, lonely nights filled with the drama of every dumbass cop trying to get over on you, every junky trying to give you the deal of your life, and every preacher giving the chant he’s not undercover as a deadbeat. But, the life the people live is so controlled it SUCKS. Yet, humbly and merrily we roll along trying to right a rock and roll song that went from stud to dud to thud. Oh, yea, I got the picture. Stud, dud, thud. You are in for the awakening of your miserable life, Brutus. Beefcake and the Assassin are going to haul you off to the likes of the Pit and the Pendulum, The Iron Maiden, and Chinese Water Torture Confusion. So, what? Don’t be fooled into having to trust fools you don’t trust. Waterboardings for everyone. 8:20 PM

Thursday March 21st, 2011 12:20 PM

Some people are happy. Some people are sad. Some people, as usual, are me. Here I am Lord. Sincerely Yours. Barfing on the path of a dog’s trail to vex me I found out. Some people don’t have a clue to us who saw red because most of us who saw red are dead. But the red is always out there like the tale of a demon. One brags of a thousand dollars. One brags of hundreds of thousands of dollars to keep up with the one who brags of millions of dollars. I think to myself. What’s a damned fool actually need with that much money? I guess he, or she, wants to be buried in their luxury car. You may not think it’s funny, but me and Jesus got a chuckle out of a knucklehead. Laugh at the devil at least once daily in your life or he will laugh at your personal shame, guilt and misery. Sober crowds of pirates and stoned crowds of preachers and a blowjob every time they take your, or my, last five dollars for a very important idea. But, societies ideas run on cash, sweat, and blood, bone and enough gimics to fill Santa Clause’s special interest groups. So, as the stomache churns and no one is hungry, wet, dry, or dieing from the pain of a whore standing in the rain I would like to thank Winkin, Blinkin and Nod for giving me the hand that rocks the cradle, be it a kitten or a kid, and those ruling satisfaction beyond control. Don’t come around here no more. The next time there won’t be a next time so you can save your threats and insinuations for a rock and roll crown that actually in reality grew up to realize shit happens and your time is gonna come. In the meantime I will continue to not iron my socks. How stupid is that? 12:40 PM


One word comes to bare this morning like a dream word that is made real and that word is forgiveness. Probably 99% of the world wants to be forgiven by God of their sins. I’m not going to jest you into thinking forgiveness is a simple thing but it is a pure and blessed thing like a jewel of great price that must be done of in all God aweful places as in the heart. But once you do forgive you can pull yourself up from the dust of death when this life has long past gone and shout, “glory be—blessed be God forever.” As you take off the sinfilled rags of this old life to put on the glory clothes of the forgiving faithful and you can smile brother/sisters because Jesus has made you a home in Heaven. A dwelling place of glory and honour by this decision that is of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ for the redemption of you and I through this act of forgiveness. People are not too stupid to find out that as time goes on we do want the oppertunity to be put right with God the Father through His Son our Lord Jesus and that thing, forgiveness, which is not of this world, is the ticket. Now you have your ticket to Paradise. 5:25 AM


I’m here smoking a cigar. Is a cigar just a cigar? Or, is it the fighting words to say, “beer is beer?” People twist on the upside down, sideways and around route. I am alone and left for dead just like I have been most of my life. If it gets too bad and I can’t wiggle they might scrape me up for interrogation. Then, on death’s bed I will make the same sorry confession I did the last time I was on death’s porch. Maybe then I can have quality cigars and quality vino at the Marriage Feast of the Lamb. I don’t bet Jesus is doing one bit less writing than I am. I can’t wait to read some of His books. The Books of Life. So, here I am left for dead. Is there anybody out there? Just nod if you can hear me. It hurts like any sprained body does. If your body is not sprained you don’t know the pain and probably couldn’t stand it. It drives me crazy sometimes. Right up the Wall to cold sweats and delerium. But, maybe soon I will go to be with the Good Teacher who is meek and humble and full of comion for healing patients like me. The pain comes on strong then lessens to almost set me in a relaxation mode because typing is very, very relaxing. Big fish. 12:05 AM

Saturday April 23rd, 2011 9:24 PM

Every night this Summer am I going to Jesus when . . . I am alone with yours truly, when I am playing my guitar, or am I going to try to roll over the Jethro Tull with one easy jam? I don’t really like singing drinking songs or can’t believe the hosebag left me, more like good riddance when your 80 because more or less what comes around goes around, strange but true, it’s unbelievable. Gee, you are so happy Ida Mae gave you a blowjob and have all the lines like a cokehead handing out samples at a 1970’s California Disco where fags and dikes despise me and yours truly as I laugh and they told me to get a life. My mercy isn’t so inwardly directed that I feel I have to jack off to get it out of my system while the floozies can just stay and remain the queen of the silver dollar. Don’t you agree someday you just might blink and 50 years have gone by and you’re talking to me in an insane assylum telling me about 10 years in prison and 8 children whose fathers were all demon worshippers and satanic believers of black magic power until voodoo drove them out of the money department with goats blood and a chicken foot. So, the reason I sent you that money was because you saw me. You were exposing your reality to someone who at the end of time who amazingly ed to keep his mind after the fact of seeing enough of God’s terrible unseen and mankinds notorious wonderfucks of dirt eating pride who can’t back themselves in the corner because they are on steady spin psyco disciple of the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. So? So, you’ll make it, just trust in the Lord when there’s banging in your head so hellishly that you curse everything about that misery because the Devil, as is, doesn’t want to leave without a rebel yell showdown oh, rancid, cowardly piece of promoted fly shit who thinks he’s going to set himself on high and take the place of the morning star, a virtual blaspheme on a dark and ugly wall that is definately not going to leave you alone so blind as to bluff you out of not praying for victory for yourself and hell to the bastard hypocrits because Jesus tried to clear your heads but decades of cocaine and LDS perverted you so bad you, my reader, are a steady stream of a young man shot through the lungs and virtually drowning in his own blood. You wanted a nice guy? Well, don’t give your 7 up or let your bannana split because you’ll be what you eat, drink, smoke and screw. So, eat less, drink less, smoke less, bitch less. Oh, yea, I’m a bit betrayed and I’m going for a lot of payback in this world and

in the next because of a lot of sacrifice that you wasted on fame, glamour, easy cash and worthless women that shriveled your dick, broke your pride, your neck and cracked your dic and told you basically to hit it down the road, play over the hills and far away and bite me if you’re a vampire as you sink your teeth into a pussy that is a cottage cheese factory on Susy Does Sioux Falls down the road and with a one eyed, one legged scarecrow name notorious Larry and the pricks of little estate who dink, think and link their apostasy to cranking it, spanking it and yankeeing it on the wrong side of the Mason Dixon line amigo blankito mustached hitler believing, cannibas yanking, overpaid diarrhea mouthed nonsense with your infiltrated law of drunk, womanizing frog legged fuckheads who run out the door when they stir it up enough to call revenge sweet mama and distill their aborted baby feet that they suck the toes of to establish their gambling casino that owned a whole 1% by native injun joes and josaphines who now want to fight. So they hang a BIA dog in their front yard just so they can keep their backyard sanctimoniously unscathed by that trash with their front of law. It ain’t law, it’s downrigt bigotry, prejudice and handing you a carrot while taking the whole kettle of stew they expect you to chase as they hold it in front of your nose like a jackass until Gene Dog Soldier puts one point blank to the fire of fate by another rising on Pine Ridge on Rosebud and in my veins like a lock jawed hammer head shark hungry at revenge like storm troopers dog eat dog inevitable mission. So, don’t miss next time nigger because on this Earth you have everything to lose and if I get you down I will beat you hard all the way to the feet of Jesus where he won’t be happy to see you. If you want to read about me read it in the funny papers because I’m just glad I’m still alive. 10:03 PM


Until everyday is tomorrow I am here today. And today is another mad rush. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Sometimes the simplicity we were when we were children hits the WALL when we do adult things and forever hold the guilt of it when the heart’s cold sweats lay us back. So, in the midst of damage, hurt, and brokeness I find my cigarettes and burn the future down, draw by draw. When today is over I hope I can find in my heart the plain, simple truth in why I am spared from anxiety over the evil that will cost many their lives as they go to the front lines like armoured sheep. But, many whom it happens to feel nothing like that could ever, or did ever, happen to them. Here in the real world my pink eyes are starting to open on a deal that never could’ve happened if I had the direction of reality because I dreamed I might have a choice back then of having some kind of control over my fate and destiny. Now, I simply wait on dead horses and ships that sailed to forever to places they dreamed would be there to give the knowledge and experience to qualify for true salvation by the never ending glory which some say is the answer to anybodies question of why am I here. So, why am I here today? To behave? To make one more page of reality a qualifier to overcome obstacles that spring up like detours after I didn’t read the first detour sign? I guess if not for you a stupid and vain waiting game would be empty of one more who gave up on their life and dropped out of the human race. So, injured and aching, I go forward into this day pretending every notion to dwindle in other people’s vanity is amiss because nobody knows like the person who this note of that vision is delivered to. 7:01 AM

Tuesday May 3rd, 2011 8:32 PM

I’m going to tell you about a story of a fight I was in when I was about 10 years old against, or with, my opposing foe, Darcy, who was about a year and a half older. We were egged on and as they were oogling Darcy he got pissed. I was set up to knock heads in my first fistfight. After a while Darcy got me down and was sitting on my chest with his knees on my arms. I was pinned down. It was suppertime and Darcy’s old man came out on the porch and told him to finish me off. So, he kept hitting me but I wouldn’t say uncle, or whatever to give up. Finally after much to do with Darcy’s old man and me pretty much beat and beat up I gave up. We became friends a few years down the road so just don’t let your immature hormones of youth fool the grown up in you because so many people literally think they have to do 10 hundred things to grow up. No, I was born a man but matured into Iron Man with the nerves by changing my juvenille ways to a responisible, Jesus is God and you’ll never be able to prove it to yourself unless He gives you either a good teacher or divine intervention. So, Lighten up and grow up or you may find liars and thieves the only people in your life when you need help and they are picking through your pockets as you lay dead. But, the way you fret and whine and cry and pout . . . just give me, yourself, and God Almighty and your family a break because your help is a sinister, immature, son of a bitch, that is of satan the devil you friggen crybabies and overgrown brats. 8:44 PM


So, the murder is covered up totally by lack of a dead body. Because, I, the murder victim, am brought back to life. And sanity? Get real. You have to be totally insane to be in this line of business and friends are just acquaintances who aren’t dead. This world has nothing to do with the dead. That leaves me very much immune to detection because although I am here, I am as dead as Satan can’t believe. He could and did sit right there at the foot of my bed and hadn’t a clue that there I was. Fantastic Jesus! Oh, I think this Summer may be a very interesting Summerfication. Time may slow to a crawl but I will be at the plan of taking you out Satan and whoever, or whatever sits beside you thinking it can muscle or tempt me with all the masquerades that seem like I don’t know, because I do know, very clearly, my eyes see you but you are as blind as a bat when it comes to me. This is going places that haven’t been visited in thousands of years. Places in the heart, mind and spirit that are meant for me. I believe defeat is just not an option and with that option this world may shuffle on by but an angry and jealous bastard named Lucifer is also about it right now. Right now fucking your lover as she screams for the reaming. Just to protect your viscious pride she will tell you she was raped but she is a whore that is finding out the world and I know pity and pitilessness are two unadventures that thrive on emotion that do such things as buy a gun and paranoialy ransack their own soul as the drunk realizes that Hell is a dismal, dark, vengeance filled place that has hundreds of reasons why the captive can’t escape. Thank You God for being alive to find out why drunks and whores and murderers are in such low estate and high demand on this now buckling society of bloody handed reprobates. Your ticket is taken and you are in for the ride of your life. 3:52 PM


Get rythm when you get the blues. Beautiful red crested Robin singing its little heart out. Preacher talking Christ on the christian radio. Waiting on a moment where deliverance is taken at the price of my heart, mind and spirit. Death whispers soon at all times because when you change from a lion to a lamb you’re still going to have a lot of old enemies. But Christ is only a bleet away. Wonders and miracles and sins awakening to find this day alive, though it seems the slaves of capitalism can’t get enough. Bridges burned are regretted for a moment but shrugged off when the nightmare of a younger man than I sees to it that he doesn’t mistake her plays of antagonism for concern because just as soon be dead is the common cry of anyone who actually sits in this chair. Better off indeed because public crusifixions are starting up as of 27 minutes ago. Something dark blue has caught my eye. A blue I hardly ever see in the sky. Blue with a touch of grey. Some things never change. Some people never grow up and they sit up there to just get high. Oh, I how I can cast the blame they figure. Sure, they figure I have the outlet to the usual suspects. So, I keep to myself because they may as well have a chance to enjoy their coffee and cigarettes now because hot shit smokes on a cold day in Hell. Indeed this is a cold day in Hell because people don’t know and have no idea how to make it right. They have no law called penance when they murder, no, they just legalize it and fine the victim a grand total of a red handed ingrate. So, he takes away intercession for them and they fall for anything and all the everythings that they suck hind tit on. They are left alone with the vain imaginations of their greedy hearts. Sweet by and by became the nasty here and now in the chirping bird’s little psycic power of relating to the one in the window who waits day after day on the Lord as the preachers and DJ’s pick apart the carcass of a crow ale’ carte’. Amazing grace is going to see me through this morning as I feel their mercy is a hoax and a vanity because the only mercy they have is a social greed that is translucent as a full blown WALL that stands high, deep and wide. The Invisible Unknown God and His Invisible Unknown Son does not cry on the corner for losers in overpriced tacky suits inviting bastards of sons of perdition into full blown glory because the price was, is, and will be blood as the human sacrifices of human whores and he-whores can’t get into this but my spirit is doing a double back flip. The reason everyday is stagnant with praise is because

mumbling, stumbling, bumbling idiots have so much penury in their yankee pockets they figure they can forget all about it because the moment is here for another derailment and the lone survivor is just glad to see a living day. But, Gog and Magog are high and mighty in their rebellion that is head on for a head on collision with fate and destiny that came from the Hell of their own stone hearts for principles of the usual suspects that don’t care one little bit for burning desert Suns or lazy Louisiana swamp moonshine. They surely are in a fix their indifference will try to ignore until they get hit with their own tyranny that holds avarice in their mits like the dick in the hands of a cronic masterbater who thinks they’ve found the rainbow’s end. No, the pot of gold isn’t there. Their faiery tales are naked faierytales of grave inventions for grave intentions for false investigations. They walk about like zombies in the height of church going specimens who clic for a moment in the Moonlight with someone who soon will turn on them for tweeking nose candy and the devil’s dandruff and be shot down to die from a killer cop who is upholding the dank, dark, hypocritic law of man as several more fetuses are delivered to the garbage cans of american human sacrifice. The judges and all the people start shouting freedom of choice and it wasn’t human. Yea, and the tooth faiery honks when she’s horney because you can’t keep your dic in your pants and there’s a whore on every corner when your trying to get home pretending she is Sir Lancelot’s heroine. The only danger you are in is in your paranoia because today is just an alright day that has nothing to do with unowned souls of rebellion who are looking for a bigger gun so as to oppress the oppressor into their faggoty reliance on everyday indifference continuing to be a no think day and go with the flow jerk offs who soon enough will be hitting white water unto the falls of recompence. Smile for the camera so it can show a lie from the vampire smooth dialect they hate in other less people than they for they are vain, indifferent and wildly violent. Some place in this world you just don’t go unarmed because there’s a landslide of treason and murder in high places that is complete with tin pan alley, killing fields and certain unsolved murders. But the story didn’t end there for me. It went into the drudgery and swindling of anyone who could sell their crap to the music business or television or the hollywood hypocrits who eat this fudge with macaroons up like everyday is a holiday and teeth aren’t made to be knocked down your throat or tongues split in two. The women always get prettier at closing time as you sleep with a dead drunk thinking to yourself how the blues is never to end and that one big break won’t be broken up like my body is a good for nothing gun. Well, maybe when the nukes start flying and Earth’s victims are condemned to radiation poisoning and 50 or 100 years doesn’t seem possible for what you never bargained for but when you make a place here at the table with

me the burden of you is real enough to realize another face the devil wants to smeer across the WALL and put a bullet in the brain of because insanity is just a state of possession that is infiltrated. But don’t ask me for my or my prayers because they’d do you more malingering anxiety than King Tony and the drunken binge of the 20th Century who woke up one day worse than an old casterated cat, grabbed his pistol and ate a 9mm projectile. Some things I won’t do for you anymore because it’s just a matter of time before death will embrace cannibal queens of forests deep and always a threat to the nerves as darts fly at your eyes and noonday arrows pierce your heart. It was all the fault of vain indifference, bloodshed and violent murder. The things of this world I am taking off from my presence for today so I can breath before this simple meadow becomes damnation alley and bad news is the only news the newsmongers try to dig out. I’m sure Satan is digging deep into his bag of tricks for more two brained people so as to harass unto the death of an entire civilzation, for they, like a thirsty horse getting the scent of river water are that way with the comforts and desires of luxury and illustrious potents. 8:31AM


The Gates of Hell now shudder at my insanely mad rebuke for there is no Wrath of God advocates but a bunch of floozy losers who can’t speak the truth. They are asleep with the dead as the grey skyline brings this day to bare and will bring these heathens and pagans to naught for the thousands of abortions last week and the thousands more this coming week. Ah, to kill the innocent is an infraction The Wrath of God The Father Jehovah Alone Will bring to those irresponsible, mammon loving, Satan serving, deceivers of the souls of those who still want to trust in a foolish servant with the Lord’s goods named Uncle Sam. Well I’ll be a monkey’s Uncle. Everyday from here on out I will pray for calamity and not peace so that maybe a few might be saved. Most are damned as they stand with their socialistic, humanistic, facist, naziized stupid religion that doesn’t know God, doesn’t love God and His Creation and serves not the Lord. Oh, this is a slam hand for the Lord’s Fury is now stirred as He reaches for His Battle Gear for a slaughter that will never be forgortten. These fools have it coming big time as little minds start pointing coward’s fingers at all their measley accomplices but all involved will be slain and their carcasses thrown to the carrions who will devour their corpses. Those who have used me and used my name in vain are going to be apprehended in ways that their persons and the persons of their families will be executed. This indeed is a victorious day for the Lord as the ransacking of Americans and Israelites like me will come to know the awesome God Whose Wrath is Coming with His Sword in His Hand and in full array of His Glorious Battle Gear to wreak havoc on this Country of vain heathen hypocrits who were given chances after chances to come to Jesus in truth and repentance but chose to play a child’s game with their very own souls until they lost it all. A worthless people on a worthless world where stupid is as stupid does and nobody can figure out just how phoney they are. The Blessed Trinity has this, my Word, that these people are the very same hypocrits who tested Jesus 2,000 years ago and still play the devil’s advocate in all matters pertaining to me and others who know Jesus died for many and many are called but few are chosen. These people need nothing and will get the Wages of Sin thrown in their faces like acid when their father Satan is finally run down to the point of surrender while you and your demons are so dispicable I don’t see how you can stand yourself. After 10,000 years wandering the darkness of Hell you will come

to the understanding every moment spent on this Earth you made into orgies, riotous living and the propaganda of demonic governments that say they will protect rights but the only rights they protect are the fools who puff themselves up. Oh, yea, I want to spit in your face alright because my body is a the temple of God. A body you ruined and oppressed unto death. But alive I am and the government and heathen people are persecuting God’s people in the name of their phoney law. How long Lord? 6:17 AM


So, I ask myself. “Will I make an effort to help Americans get real and get ahold on their own fate and destiny before one more tomorrow finds the helpless and hopeless, as I once was, to quit? Quit judging people according to the perfect pricks that adorn walls of shame where those and those of us wander through life as though one more minute we may be gone instead of by and by we may determine whose ass we can yank into submission without any regard to the fact is there is an eyewitness to the glory of Jesus Christ and He is Someone you don’t want to piss off. But, no, there is no body but me to do that because this trail began 33 years ago and here now that it’s the oppertunity of your soul’s eternity the Name of Jesus is not held as anyone but a myth in the myth of love. I say Bullshit. You’re going to get a life of me until I am martyred and don’t care seeings you’re almost there because I am THE prayed for eyewitness that isn’t afraid of stupid you and the idiot who thinks he, or she, is infallible or indespensable because this book could say Polly Wally Doodle All the Day and someone is going to have my soul and my spirit in it and in the end of life for all you haves and have mores will have me to either protest your greed or simply mind my own business because wastage is no longer waste not want not it is practically blasphamy so Enter the Dragon. You’ve had about long enough in your solitary confinement. Don’t be stupid and disclaim anything as real as the things of the unseen and/or invisible because I indeed know the Son of Man is Jesus and the Godhead of Jesus can manifest Himself in ways that certainly exist to the five senses and your dreams. Yea, you may be out of solitary confinement but your leash you volunteered to be on by faith in God and believing all that is written about His Son The Messiah Jesus Christ are in the works and takes time to manifest destiny a troubled world infested with lostness that I realize can’t believe what it can’t see. Can’t you feel anything? Can you feel your eyes travelling across the paper of knowledge or do you just want a car or what? Sometimes acts of futility prove a Mother Load. Hail Mary! 3:30 :PM


Acts of anger that seem reasonable have a purpose because they put us in the position of defeat where we must let go and let God. I got violent because when you were trying things on me that left me abandoned while fear abounded it was cruel and unusual punishment. The kind where you are afraid to be around me and you don’t know whether to shit or go blind. So, you shit in one hand and wish in the other. Life is a mean, evil teacher who ruins us faster than the Golden Arrow Express. So, when you feel the deal sealed you are put in a place where you pray, and you pray, and you pray, and your soul screams at the antagonism you bring upon yourself, just like Blue October you want to be furious because no one understands like you understand. They just want to be free or at least have a non vindictive free radio. Whoever says to everthing there is a Season gave me all the words I’ll ever need to spell schizophrenia in every language that the not too old knows God always gets even, gets the last laugh and gives time and takes time because God made time an alibi for why we need each other even when we swear we didn’t, don’t and the absolute lie that I never cared for you and you never cared for me. But, happy go lucky gets pretty serious when serious crime has Satan’s fingerprints all over it. It is organized and it is a liar, a murderer and a thief. Pull the rabbit out of the hat. 3:48 PM


Nobody knows how they do it. The Devil wants to take more and more everyday. Anyone who thinks the law will protect you is a knucklehead. Just like the ing hours of a late day today is as worthless as tits on a boar. Dead to the world people like me realize no one cares enough to realize just how dead the dead are. It’s almost like the high pitch scream of a hungry whore. God, this is going nowhere real slow. How couldn’t they have seen Jesus was who He claimed to be? Because they were jealous and envious to spite. They killed Him to never expect Him to come back just like they do to this day, into this night and unto tomorrow. He’ll find no great fame of anything good in America but He will find the same cockamaymee spite and envious pride as the first time He was born unto Mary. So, what is the question and what is the answer? What? Sneak around Earth like a promised answer to hatred? Love and charity? Some people say they can’t help the way they are. Some people say they believe nothing but believe they will take another toke. The children in this world have bad directions to a bad plan. Stupid is smart. Stupid gets fed, smart gets sent to bed without supper. Is there any kind of light like a golden globe that comes up after another long night of living Hell? Where will the next bomb go off? Who will sleep with the dead tonight? Who will have an apparition of a ghost tonight and get the bajeebers scart out of them? Or, who will to think twice when he is awoken with Satan and Satan’s henchman at the foot of his bed coming to surrender? But he escaped with his life. He is me. He is Satan. He seems to want to dominate the conversation a lot more than people who have regard for God do because they just want to watch and wait until the cops show up at the door. Or, you’re in jail waiting to see a psyciatrist for humanities paranoia. Or, every dinga-ling from here to Witchata is wanting to have an abortion and go on like nothing happened. No, God. I demand true justice. I demand Your Justice. You are in a dead zone alone. You are blind, insane and in Hell, just like me. They sing of Your Glory but You know walking about on the face of the Earth as a Man. Yet, they would not come to You. Their lipservice and their phoney hearts of stone believe gold is the answer. Finding it or stealing it. Hard labour camps with pricks and nonconversant yayhoos. 9:25 PM

Tuesday May 31st, 2011 5:25 PM

Fat America is going to be put on a diet. No more junkfood junkies spreading their asses on beaches. That just drives me crazy when I see a beautiful girl tramping herself out because she’s got the class of a rat and the self esteem of a cockroach. But they do it all the time until fools like me try to bring them around, at which I fail miserably and have to carry on by myself. Lonely women and pissed off veterans make the twilight zone of late night country music radio. Write that song. It’s coming around like a slow boat to China. People like me collect moss because we’re not going to roll with it because we are virtually enslaved by a capitalistic nation that would rather feed and drug you than fight it out to the death, which it will come down to. Enter baseball season. Fishing with great expectations to catch that whale with the old man. But, it’s really the tranquility of being 52, having food and drugs, all FDA approved. Are you getting the picture? The people even who work for the government see how friggen corrupt some of them are. You fucking right I’m going to protest as though it means a piss in a wind tunnel how true my claim is. The government agencies know it’s counter productive and I will fail. Shit, the only thing I’ve ever succeeded at in life was promptly killed or taken away. Gee, God, I guess today you are truly the Unknown and Unseen God that I am talking to right now. Because You are responsible for justice and the only justice I have is time and I use a lot of that time to convince You that some people got it coming big time and if they get killed they get killed, but some, even I, ask for mercy. Gimme back my bullets. The rootin’ tootin’ biggest conflageration of fools, idiots and hypocritic two-faced undescribables that you can shake a stick at. Fat assed witches who play games until bang to the bone relates them to their satanic origon. Don’t become a two time loser on your way back to the same whores that are going to incite the Wrath of God. It’s coming like a ship sailing into the harbour with its cannons ready to give a piece of attitude to attitudes that are either stupid and blind or just love it when a very complicated plan starts falling together. My thought? Can a leapord change its spots or and Ethiopian his skin color? If not now, when? 5:48 PM


Someday always comes. Sometimes it’s even here in a big hurry. Today is reading down on you like a snoopy raccoon in the sweet corn. All the realism thrown into a popcorn fire when things start looking like they aren’t going to keep the upper hand or their grip is going to slip. Why worry now? I mean, what’s the use of forever asking for forgiveness if you’re refusing to believe the whole ball of yarn? Because your forgiveness is, as usual, a self righteous, better than poe boy, crock of shit. I will sell it somewhere else but I wouldn’t be expecting to get much chocolate ice cream in Hell. Their religion is a circus and your throwing money is a side show so they can be as spiritual as the man on the Moon. Why don’t you get real for just a second because you’re not exactly the Good Samaritan. If the first thing Jesus asked you when He arrived was, “what do you want?” Right. Naturally you’d ask Him to go away just like you do everyday. I am saying you love money so much that I don’t much want anything to do with you and your phoney, diplomatic, religion. Make room for the widows and orphans. Sure, so they can be shuffled around like a trick deck of cards. Hip Hip Hoorah. As you pick up the dead young from the wild concerts coming to your cities this time of year you better realize your nerve is about as twangable as a rubber band. Of course the old are gong to hate me and you. Why should they change now? I mean, they made laws to damn you. Enter abortion or freedom of choice. You chose to have a baby when you and Sir Lancelot proceeded to run the jackhammer at high speed in order to get your rocks off the mountain and roll them on down the hill. Why don’t you man and woman up enough to have your little child and find the magic again instead of Satan holding the 4 aces on you as he literally persecutes you to insanity, death, hell, misery? I think the United States of America would’ve been a lot better place, as in, being able to withstand the Ultimate Wrath of God if the many millions of babies would’ve rocked with the rythm of the rain with their daddies and mommies instead of being rat foot supplement for vampires. But, I’m just the local insane man here and have no countenance that you would care to kiss and while you’re offing the Bishop kiss off beat off boy. 5:30 PM But I ain’t your judge and you’re gonna find out you ain’t mine. Want a cigarette?


Run like Hell Satan. You can run all night and all day until the end of time. Until the virtual Second Coming. You can run and run and run and run and you still won’t out run the momentum the spiritual world has got it’s tractor beam on you. You’ll die like any other dog who bit the Master’s Hand that fed him. The rain will fall to flood levels and you will be chased to the ends of the four winds of Heaven and you shall not escape the heel of the Queen who is out to crush your head, thou Serpant. The Spirit of the Lord fell upon me hard but the pain of convulsing under the devious wrath of what this state did to me shall cost them dearly, very, very dearly. For the Spirit of the Lord is Rai a standard against the proud and against the heretics that only pretend awry to possess power for power is now taken from them and they shall beg for their food and crawl like the worms they are and eat grass for seven years like Nebuchadnezzar for their torture of the innocent unto convulsion. They were men who propped themselves up to be gods but they are dogs who shall eat the rotten flesh of the dead like the maggots they are become. Surely there are no cowards like these vipers, these sons of perdition which have misled you to the evil which is about to come down upon a perverse and adulterous generation that trusts in mammon and rebuked the Voice of The Lord God. Surely they are born unto the Wrath of God with their guilt as their robes are drenched in innocent blood, even the blood of the innocent. Rachael weeps for her children for they were not to be found in the land of the living. Surely God has heard my plea for Justice and Judgement. No, The Lord will not with hold His Face nor His Judgement and Justice from His King Who cries unto the Heavenly Host day and night for the defeat of the daughter of his people. Even the Son of God is Wroth with Hand wringing and will wet His Sword, The Sword of The Lord, and it shall drip with the fat of the pagan kings who rose up against those who have trusted in The Lord, King of Creation Alone and have not raised up false gods such as the pagans and heathens and heretics and butchers of Baal. Rise up, oh Lord and sanctify this great assembly who are eager to do Thy Will. Who have waited and have been persecuted throughout generations of Baal who has defiled the very countenance of Thy Servants. Sending the workers away empty and beaten to fetters. Drunken debauchory and lewd lasciviousness are their substance as they fill the House of the Lord with vexation and stink of orgies and defunct truth.

These are the ones Lord. These are the ones Thy Sword and Thy Spear must find out. Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not toward thine own understanding. Jesus is Lord. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. 9:22 PM


People who hide behind their not caring are neither sorry and are guilty of hard heartedness. Is that all? No. But that’s enough to know they don’t waste time sweating over petty slaves to the grind when all the profit is in and of the free who found out that the truth indeed does set a person free. So, as they’re out picking and scratching around their great comeback the real fields of real dreams get to be gifted with the fruit. What am I talking about? When we’ve been there 10,000 years and shake our heads upon the memory of careless pride will it really matter that some people never made that call from Heaven to make the unbearable Hell some gross around in with their petty indifference and social ludicrousness that they want to greedily have it all but got the sincere and very sad story of their life from the reality of just punishments and greedy society that they stuff their shirts and pants with while the thirsty can’t even get clean water. So, my advice to you is hold your comments against the poor because they may or may not be the kindest of people sometimes. God knows they’re screwed around enough. But they certainly know what I’m talking about when The Sermon on the Mount raises them high against puffy, huff, puff and stuff those that believe they can stand in someone else’s shoes, or write them off, or, virtually bury them alive when God Himself now knows that I know the foolishness of fools is their vain ego and pumped vainglory that stinks, is filthy, and tests the patience of rock until Satan slips into their life and fool’s games become the very self righteousness of doom. You may believe, I may believe, they may believe, but we are not the same. Never will you understand me, yourself, nor them, but I undertand all very clearly and I understand when there is love there is always a demon ready to jump in and screw every damn thing up and around. The problem is a little more than indifference to realities problems but there is nothing but a front, smoke and mirrors between the world and the just punishments of true Judgement and Justice. So, the next time you get into somebodies face by bashing it in you better believe there is a Heavenly witness in all the Hell that person is, came from, and is going into. But, unlike you, going it alone, that Person has me and many Angels and a Saint to uncripple him when bastardization of the children of God gets real to the overbearing temptations that turn into fullblown wars as the clock ticks aways and 80,000 years from now, or, 50 years from now, this Planet of apostasy shall either find

out what Jesus can do, or, by their own vain pride and cowardly violence find out vile plague, famine, pestilence, and drought that I’m not fooling around about a vainglory pride that is a puff of smoke in the eyes of God and in His fury very well doesn’t stop to pick up, nor count the dead. Their remains shall verily read DEMORALIZED. Their only hope is that they don’t justly inherit the WRATH and FURY of God called the LAKE of FIRE. This isn’t thousands of years ago. This is the reprobate way it is and has been while dragging this CROSS right by you and noticing the good, the bad, the ugly and the vainly proud indifferent. 9:14 PM


For every obstacle or WALL there is a solution which is why I’m still here knuckling down on the DEMONS and ANGELS camped outside the window. The WALL probably is too high and too deep but around it there is an end. I’ve been here before and the time has come when each individual must determine whether God hears that person’s prayer or if that person plays a game with the antics of a mind that is out of his mind. Do I believe God hears my prayers? I believe my God is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Which is why I and perhaps you are here. This WALL is fearsomely made to withstand more than anything one man can do to it but with jets and nuclear arsenal the other side known as Hell can and must be dessimated. More than a nightmare. It has a way of moving in the demensions of time and space so that people don’t go in and never come back, like the Burmuda Triangle. Everyday is longsuffering and every night is a catastrophe here in Earth. Imagine what’s going on in Hell. Things that slip out into Earth and the killed and wounded numbers keep coming into the newspapers and on cop’s minds, as the deformed or maimed, like yours truly, doesn’t care to cower over fangs, claws and desperate pleas of insanity that scream in agony and terror all night long as the suicide list goes on and on and the prisoners and ex-prisoners do the hard time like they noticed or felt a trap where murder wasn’t the only thing on the perpetrator’s traitor mind. That was me, the victim who died with the only hope humanity had or has in the name and to some absolute divine myth of the Man Jesus Christ The Son of God. Why? I guess because a line or lines of blood after 2,000 years of fighting wars, surviving wars, plagues and famines while living on their basic necessities which is their knees and hands and much to do found the patience of the Saints in a lazy country boy who is finishing up the book and is going to have a smoke. It will not necessarilly be a better day for all humanity on the day we die than the day we were born. But, after all this Hell in Earth you got your clues, impatiently tapping and cigarette burning. After all this Hell in Earth when I die I will receive my Kingdom and great is my knowledge of Heaven and reward in Heaven. So, when those pagan, heathens and nut busters want to they will find no WALL but safe shuttle. For anyone who holds a grudge after this long and still is on their feet is nothing but a Bozo and a Bimbo and Jesus’ worst piss off people vain hypocrits. No I don’t subscribe to that magazine. Try your cage

in Hell Judas Iscariot. Who? Did you think I’d forget shit? After all this time on the pot we all have had our most able turds. Keep your eye on the ball and play it by ear. Now’s not a good time to be trusting your soul with anyone not specifically in the bible. I know the best of you are nothing but qualified drunks. Your example of a good time is getting your rocks off as they prominade your stupid ass into lockup. We all did something wrong which I use as an ace to make you think of a Man who did no wrong and was so brutally executed for me that if you’re going to ride this train you better understand at least somewhat in your own flesh, bones, organs and minds what the reason was why He only knows a few people and He knows me like the thief crucified at His Right Side. The Lord does work in a mysterious way, dad. You were right and I play songs. 8:10 PM


Such extreme love for things of the world and great sayings of how you must worry to save your health from the drastic example of more money deals that play on your common sense and gullibility as they reach deep into your pockets and screw you. They’ll wash your nards for a setup to rip you off yet you go back like a dog to its vomit and they grab you by the throat, take you to the officer who delivers you to the judge and you sir are right about one thing but that doesn’t matter to their non existant, invisible god Who knows them from only afar as they one day will come before Him poor, miserable, naked and weak with trembling and shaking which The Good Lord will pay them back for sevenfold. So, your anxiety reaches for a bottle and happy cowboy puts up a big front as the drinks go down and nobody in their right mind has the comion to tell you about a way in the Milky Way that plays with rules beyond the simple who are still picking their teeth and circling like vultures to leave you alone so that they can sing sixteen men on a dead’s man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. God’s knows you better and knows what you’re going to say and do pretty much before the next teardrop falls and you stalk like a vampire and I the wonder expenditures of dreams to top secret spots that are definately going to see the Power, Glory, Genius and dark Holiness of God Who puts wanted man on them and their dog friend whom they bent over backwards to screw others with all their sinister quips of Satan the Devil who adopted them when they decided they would hate God and His Chosen for no cause whatsoever. What are you going to do? Tell the truth because some people remained honest right down to the murder of their bodies? Or, sang a lullaby as Babylon, Syria and Persia went down to a village in old Siam where vampires ate and digested many of their objects of sex which they want to call it love and become only a new . . . and then came my friend from a great distance walking a mile and a half plus and/the extra mile to relate his struggle/battle. We went to town and picked up leaves, got the job done and hopefully helped each other. I feel he has been a relief but know he has struggles with drinking and getting high with his other friends who he parties with. But the main thing in his life is his dedication to the battle before him, he’s not afraid and it will get hard, yes it will get hard, life’s like a jumprope. The cops will be out in enforcement tonight and hopefully someone doesn’t push all the wrong buttons, because there are things going on

that we don’t know. So, let the God of Peace, the Son of humility and the grace of a grateful heart guide you through this Winter. Tonight is a full Moon. Dreamland awaits some and drinking music awaits another while the heartbreak and heartache of some unbearable lives either finds the strength and the help to put their pride down to realities level or ride a rollercoaster of emotions, feelings and guilt that all bare. Unless you are born again you shall not see the Kingdom of God. Seeking to be born again is the great quest and you will find it as those that don’t even try are in for a hard future and unbearable loads of apocalypse that are very real. Is this self evident to you? Patience and calm. Let the Devil come to you so you can put him in his place by Power of the Name above all given which is Jesus Christ be He crusified or fully through the Hell and in His Place at the Rght Hand of God the Father Amighty Who Was, Is and is to Come. I hope you have something to eat and a safe place to rest. 4:55 PM Day is done. Gone the Sun. From the lakes. From the hills. From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh. 4:57 PM

Saturday December 3rd, 2011 9:29 PM

Such a situation of snakebite and the victim of the times. Thankless prick who cares not for the avolanche of losers who drive in scorn their carbon killers to a place of ill repute. A place where the Sun sets in the fashion of wanting to get high to get stupider than even I think of his prick antics. The antics of fools with morals as skinny and as worthless as troublemakers on their first experience coming on like Winter Vampires in their highlights of darkness, dread and a night you’ll never forget. Forget about getting your blood back to the brain because everyday you will feel the arrogant, putrid trenches you are dug into like the death of the last soldier who sits with the end of time as the corny application of red neck agendas flimsily and radioactively regenerate the free electricity the 15 trillion dollar debt generates for a better class of losers who follow a dollar like a jackass follows a carrot strategically hanging in front of his nose. So, as their trip to stardust takes nothing for granted besides the truth which they don’t care to hear as they hand out crusifixes because they are so proud of their great and worthless life now turning into a dismal, antagonizing fuck up of the only thing that will take the dark out of the night time and paint the daytime ebony. So, for self preservation they will go the way of the world as they love their godless importunity as they want to bitch but it’s way too violent for them to come around here anymore. Don’t come around here anymore, amigo. This is where we part company because you never knew how phoney this whole flip deal was, is and is turning out to be as you fuck up your disaster with a one more time that you never experienced. 9:47 PM


My friend called. I hooked him up with some tobacco for some foods stamps. That’s how it works. Me the bum. Him the panhandler. One hand washes the other, the essence of Christianity. I got a lot of power last night, and I’m not fooling about repentance, so that the cost of living isn’t the same as the price of dieing. The doctor takes half your money and the undertaker takes the other half. It just seems with trusting the Lord God you can see into the future. I can see tomorrow tonight. Not exactly love in an elevator anymore as my heart feels good and heartaches I shine on because the overbearance and greed of them makes unthinkable anxiety start fighting like a man. Some people believe clean hands and a pure heart, no matter how achieved, will see God. Jesus taught it, I believe it. So, sticky fingers, how’s the slow boat to China with a country boy treating you? Dirty minds sleep in dirty beds in dirty houses in a dirty world. If that’s all you have to offer you totally underestimate what God has wraught. The Bible is all kinds of goodness because it is your history and the Word of God and the Truth of Jesus which, when it was spoken became the unbreakable, immutable, law, truth and WAY. Did you know that? If you understand that there is no challenge that you can’t rise up to, nothing too dirty you can’t come clean from, and no demon you can’t drive out, set up, and somehow, somewhere, someway, it will suffer the consecquences of excommunication, excorcism, and execution, because God the Lord will employ you covertly to stand and occupy time and space in a realm that is holy and consecrated out of an evil, violent, and soley wicked place where people who thought they were brave stuck their tails under their legs and deceased while you followed your heart to higher ground and you’re safe. 6:43 PM

Wednesday December 14th, 2011 4:46 AM

The piracy of America is, standardly speaking, an abomination of clowns who think they have control by standing on my head and back but will be sorely disappointed because the tables will be turned by Jesus Christ Himself as time will consume those bastards of high esteem that think they walk on water when they are fools on thin ice. One long sentence that is similar to the long stretch of solitary confinement they’ll be doing in the next world. A world they can only put a phoney front up in believing because, after all, they are all about smoke and mirrors, and that’s all just the unjustness of the fees they embezzle for themselves from stupidity of average american fools who haven’t got it up to hang them. No they don’t. Instead they hang themselves because some frog pulled a fasty that they blindly walked into like a Pearl Harbour ambush where the Captain went down with the Arizona. That don’t confront you none, huh? You are a liar indeed. But you’re only lieing to yourself. Hardening your heart to try to deal love into your life is a dangerous game. Sometimes there is no love in your, or my, life. Sometimes it’s all hatred directed and directly at us. America is the biggest bunch of wagon jumpers that ever existed. They’ll turn on you in the blink of a bat’s eye. Listen to Rock and Roll paint you into a corner as you bottoms up in the red zone because you get crazy drunk and lie, lie, lie, behind steel paranoid eyes. Turn it off. Thank God for american cigarettes. 5:03 AM


Just one time, I’d like, I’d love to have one person who I could really trust. I guess I have my daughter. Someone I can trust. Not that I’m trying to hide anything but when constant, money loving, disrespectful of personal property, wham bam thank you ma’ams, sorts of people basically go their bitter way and could basically care less than the rattlesnake resemblance of importance they wear as they go their dreary way through another dreary day it is best to know that in the world I know little miss little miss couldn’t be any more wrong than she already is as she fat asses her way to the nuts of the world who instead of giving you a cigarette put you on psycotropic medication, bavoso. Jesus did say right, “vipers and hypocrits.” So, yea, I’d rather live alone and realise I’ll be sitting on top of it all when it all goes wrong again. So frustrating to some people they buy a gun and basically gun down people who sometimes get in their way just going about their own business. The excuses are always the same pack of lies like they’re really fooling somebody as pricks come out of the woodwork to have their buzzard festival and graven image dickhead. I say this to them. The redhead says you kiss really well. They say, “what redhead?” I say, “the redhead of my dick.” You’re going to have a Christmas Eve dream but it will be a helluva nightmare that you’ll have actually come out of with your heart pounding and trying to catch your breath. Oh, I love this job hobby. 5:31 AM

The end.

Friday April 30th, 2012 4:34 PM

They say that all things come to he who waits so I’ll wait for Jesus because I found out the only thing in this world worth waiting for is a brand new realization in a brand new body in a brand new place. Also, you don’t have to read the Bible to get the idea that the thought of Jesus as the answer doesn’t convince anyone but the one who does things like me. I see although I am blind. I walk although I am lame. I am free although I am crusified and the big one; I am in Hell although I am on Earth. I could get drunk and sing rock and roll lyrics like hell ain’t a bad place to be and really I just want to be aware of people hanging from their own hand for the things they’ve done to me. It’s not like waiting in vain for they do it all the time. The same crowd that is just as normal and working and happy go lucky? Soon enough the world turns sour because it is a big waste and they demand of God His supposedly there audience so they can take a permanent break. Or, just say fuck it and hang themselves. Then there’s people who take out somebody I guess because they figure other people owe them love and/or companionship and the cash flow enough to fit in with america the graveyard of assholes who can’t keep thier mouth shut for any reason whatsoever. Priests, nuns and preachers who have guilt complexes about Agnes of God and are stuck in a pack of cigarettes like a t. Sure fix. Say 10,000 hail mary’s for 10,000 idiots who curse you every time they mumble over their food or swig down that altar wine while in the process of having a hardon for the secretary. Move to Mexico just so I haven’t got to listen to fucking English. At least there they aren’t brainwashed like 3 dollar whores in pink lipstick over finding they need a tit chopped off. Then we die mister. No graveside chats for me. I’ve, more or less told you the story and leave you with my fervant thought it won’t be as fair at the first mouthfull of dick munching and pole vaulting as the crank and the methamphetamines seem to skyrockets in flight afternon delight your ass on a trip around to the dark side of the Moon. Enjoy your lonely life looking in the closet for skelatons that society sticks you up with everytime another abortion snip snips and grinds the fruit of your womb into. The point is that you are not better off dead, you are better off on your knees begging for your soul to escape the insanity that Hell will eternally give at the first collision with the damnation verdict. Did I scare the Hell out of you? No. Because it’s all as true as those old wives tales that lines hollywood boulevard with dead people

who told these stories as constantly besides abortion dead soldiers are sent home in pine boxes and the queers and lesbians found a sure thing by giving their cocks and pussys to a world that will kill them and all their love and let love murder plots of governments such as the nazis who are going to imagine discipline which is no more than brainwashing is going to lead you like a carrot in front of a jackasses nostrils until you’re drunk and singing the old rugged cross while 5 niggars are playing tick tack toe with your body. Then I hear from you. Well boss I just want you to know I made a mistake and now I’m carrying the baby of Freddie Krugar, or is it Jack the Ripper, or is it the Beat Torture and Kill guy or is it John Wayne Gasey or is it the Boston Strangler or is it some worthless wanna be politician whose hands are so filthy mine are immaculate compared to their regimented slavery they are so proud Jo Jo Rizzo got blew to kingdom come over so they could make enough bullets to kill enough goat herders who suddenly are a national threat? But you enjoy your honest money that suddenly makes everything honest. Not quite. After they keep printing enough of it to make it useless and it takes a wheelbarrow of it to buy a loaf of bread you can enjoy the sunshine making little ones out of big ones in the red hot kansas sun because you had no choice but to fight the law to eat and the law kindheartedly and nobley drunk judged your ass into the slammer where you can love all you want with your fellow inmates you can’t stand just like society who gives me an attitude that if this one last time final warning isn’t obeyed you can find a lasting and eternal earth that will be eternally a place called Hell under a government of such damnation that hopefully ceasing to exist is the only hope. So, as the bullet goes in the brain the first thing you see is red. Some folks love to see red or make other people see red some folks never talk about it. Some folks crave a new lady some folks know still they doubt it. I fortunately don’t have to doubt as Jesus anymore breaths down my neck and Satan makes personal house calls to tell me he hasn’t got the okay to kill me for the utopia of iceman killings agenda. People die of and for love all the time. It’s called a broken heart. Sometimes, in people like me, it lasts an eternity. But I will enjoy giving you advice of why you should fear punishment by gods, demons and violent people because once it’s done it’s done. Suicide once it’s done either leaves one sorry son of a bitch like me or a corpse for the world to forget just like any other stiff that loved cold Ethyl. Don’t give your money to the church. People can always move to a better place instead of making their bed in Hell. I’ve grown accustomed to having visions of wandering hell as time goes on and low and behold, there’s hitler in his cloak and dagger standing ready to knife me. But he just smiles when he recognises me and then there’s the destruction of Hell in the cards. Bonus play. It’s always a hope the WALL will fall and when it does

like fresh air to an oxegonless coal mine incident here it is. That’s my hope. I don’t trust many people in the world. Usually I don’t trust anybody and the reason is because they are not trustworthy. What’s the catch? The catch is you’ll never read this. Either my enemies will carve it in stone in hell for their bread and water or I will simply press delete. 5:23 PM


The day you find Hell will indeed be the day you no longer bother to have hope you’ll score because the only score is even. Maybe you would like to have shown on you all that you have shown on me? But crusifixion is for the cursed and it indeed is a curse to be crusified because your whole eternity resides from that punishment that God never dreamed would come about from His Own Breath into a mold of clay that is shattered from the brain to the face to the feet to the handss of kung fu. You can mess me around if you want to but there are some things you will never pull on me that you so take for granted as your right to malicious behavior on your downward flight into a volcano as Pompei gets covered. The city of ill repute forever now has the desire to do anything but feel the pain of God’s undeniable Word. You do reap what you sow and all you’ve done is play God to a hoodlum of morbid features that can change his countenance from a hideous bum to a best friend who you do things with that are so vulgar that your character now wishes it never would’ve played the harlot with your friend’s wife because the vulgar message to hoodlums pisses off benevolent angels who know God’s truth will judge adulterers. But your god money will buy you a ticket tonight on the 3 AM eastbound out of Berlin 1945. Oh, you’ll be on it alright as hobo Billy and the Reaper share the third boxcar down to wait for the stop at Harms Way to settle the score between one more humiliating massacre of evil gringos, cowardly wetback greazers, and black assed bastards who suddenly figure out what innocent blood on their lips procures when the Sword and the axe determine to not rest until you are dead by the hand that fed you that you betrayed. He prepareth a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. He annointeth my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Sometimes the best justice gets no respect because it’s done right and you can skip being at your own funeral because all that’s going to be left of you is dust and one nieve ending to inherit you unto a pain so tragic it puts out a high pitched shrill as all that’s left of you will eternally find the Wrath of God is something that leaves my imagination saying fear the Lord. Too late for sad goodbyes because this birthday suprise will have all your senses reeling into oblivion as the voltage of the electric funeral is powered by 10 million volts of your worst fear. As for the dead confession you threw in the pissy corner of Limbo? It radiates in submission no more but makes the bricks of the Cell

WALL to squeeze together on those who collaberated with you from the lieutenant colonel up and down the chain of command. No shit you’re no friends of mine and I’m going to see to it that I’m looking right into your eyes as your head is crushed to smitherines. Shivers. Oohrah! Soon you will sleep in your deathbed on the train to midnight macabre that is loaded with brave adventure that you don’t have a clue about and wiser men than you have been praying for it for 75 or 80 years come Summertime. Summertime. And the living is easy. Fish are biting. Cotton is high. Your daddy’s rich and your mama’a good looking. So hush little baby don’t you cry. One of these days you’re gonna rise up smiling. Spread your wings and reach for the sky. ‘Till that time ain’t nothing gonna harm you. So, hush little baby don’t you cry. There are three whores in Texas and 3,909 nuns at the Vatican. Whose happiest? The POPE. Hey jarhead, what comes after 75? That’s the spirit dad. While you’re at it me the fucking mashed potatoes. 9:21 PM


I regret things that are basically my past. I was possessed by a legion of troubles some might say were demons. Now, as I sit here with my perdoma cigar they are all gone leaving me pretty much at peace with my good old reliable word processer. Anyone who writes stories about Jesus always butters Him up to be meek and humble but He also gave judgements because of the anger against the faithlessness and double standards of those that chose the things of man over the things that are of God. God will take care of me and Jesus is Lord and God Incarnate of what’s going to be happening this Summer and as Summer turns into Fall and Fall turns into Winter I will still be here reporting on the antics of a government that wants to kill its way into the heart of victory but I say pray for those who despitefully use you and they will get the hard news of the anger of Jesus Whom all Power and Authority are given by God the Father Almighty. The Holy Ghost is a very timid Person at times but when He shows His Power it is a Wonderful Councillor that finds me happy to be aware of His Presence. My enemies don’t matter because their choice to persecute me with slander, deceit and torture just proves what Jesus warned about when He walked the face of the Earth as True God and true man. Love not the world nor the things of the world because they pretty much are as useless as tits on a boar. Maybe I’ll get a dog. Maybe I’ll just sit here and watch the wheels go round and round. No longer riding on the merry—go—round. This country can take its phoney laws and its phoney law and order and live under that same corruption when they get to Hell because the world, as is, is the same as it was in the days of Noah. Some pray for peace. Some don’t believe. I seek the Kingdom of God which is getting closer and clearer as time does a trick in timelessness and leaves those who are out to deceive me far away and as friendless as a bottle of whiskey. They have no friend in Jesus. He more or less is friends with those who obey God the Father and repent and confess that life before this repentance and confession was a miracless anxiety that warped, perverted and did lewd actions as it was constantly bringing evil spirits into its soul. What a priceless thing my soul is as they ruin theirs with games for the almighty buck which isn’t worth the hill of beans in the pickle barrel of life. The good news is Jesus came to seek and to save that which was lost and my final confession is He sook and saved yours truly who was so lost that hell was breached and all the deliverance of goods is

laid before me like a stockpile of amazing grace that is drenched in the Blood of Christ so as to wash away all my sins. Halleluia! Halleluia! Halleluia! Christ is Risen indeed and every head will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. Those that pierced me will look upon me and see no more hatred for it is buried with the old man. Through losing my life I saved my life unto eternal glory. That’s all I need to know. Today is a very very good day. 5:17 PM


Yes, indeed, I too would certainly murder in the first degree the man or woman who invented the cigarette because, try as I may, they practically own my every waking moment. Yet, the deal is, “I don’t have the bowels to quit because the nicotine is so addictive that once they have hooked into the nerve ions and emotional whipping post they adjure to the fucking things that want your body to reach the conclusion that it’s so humbling that it’s almost amazing at the same time of being so amazing it’s almost humbling. I’m lighting one. When Rome became the haunt of degraded demons those who ran from the shadows begged men who were solid firm believers in Jesus Christ to stay with them for they knew Jesus Christ’s Person is the ONLY protection from evil in the whole world when wild eyed vampires, rapists, and solidarity spooks gathered for as to own their fleshy efforts and break their will like a toothpick. But, jail is only to oust the demons into confinement, rehabilitation, and to be set aside until God Almighty puts His Hand into thier lives and they repent and with a penitant heart choose good over the evil that some love to the death and damnation of many, many goats. Just look at abortion. In this country alone, the chiefest of nations they say. In this country this week there were 10,000 murdered human fetuses because this world is not only ruled by murderers and murderer’s sympathizers that they’ll try to play “good christian” in the act of murdering you with the morbidity of a very sinister set of remarks which proves that they enjoyed killing Rollin Woodruff and cared no more for the band of brothers than Cain cared for Abel. That’s not only betrayal, that’s treason. That is the corrupt and actual world we live in. Cursed is he who trusts in any man because if you trust one you trust them all and the vampiric identical twin brothers named Judas and Iscariot probably will visit your neighborhood to sell you meth and kidnap your son or daughter or rob you or vex you with their betrayals that goes back 2,000 years to their cosmic encounter with Satan whom they crafted and witch crafted their way to be two of the most condemned men in history for they are camelions as well as deviant monsters who terrorize and defraud you to this day right out of the bread from your own table. He preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. I am dirty Harry and I will shoot to kill. 8:10 PM


There are many saved just as there are many damned but bigots and baby killers use their power to steal life, liberty and the persuit of happiness from the position of a dog. Dogs they are and shall reside outside the Walls of New Jerusalem, never to walk on streets of gold. But they are gay and I am furious. me Lord when you come unto your Kingdom. 4:56 AM

Wednesday May 23rd, 2012 3:48 AM

I don’t harbour hatred. I just roll with the punches until Justice Day. Yes I do have the face of a fighter. As far as I’m concerned I am the defending champ and undefeated victor because there are a lot tougher things in life than winning the face of a fighter. Oh, I’ll figure it out alright and when the cows come home with the cowboys stampeeding them through the one horse town I’ll figure this celebration is just getting under way. Elvis has left the building but the renegade hiwaymen definately have my attention because songs have accompanied some part of me that proves music is a conversation with the Holy Ghost. I’m not exactly going to put on Masters of Reality but I might pick up my guitar and strum and pick my way through a part of the night that always comes hard. Those that don’t know the third watch don’t know waiting on the Lord as if they were the night watchmen or gaurding a treasure as the gifts of God give way to a thankful heart and a contrite spirit. You may assume you are not invited they say but I will get them. When the head floats up in the punch bowl at this years Halloween party you can figure on the freak don’t want no greek. But, anyway, there is a method to this madness of being a scribe that was pretty much lost but I guess you’re still alive you fat ass black killer. No, you didn’t know that sometimes, like tonight dumbass dumus I said an entire Our Father for you and tried to mean it but now I see it is to no avail. I’ll bring a strong man to his begging knees and I’ll make a young girl’s mama cry before I let you walk away from what you’ve done to me. Then Jesus broke in like a tight 7th inning stretch with His parable about the man who owed much and was going to have his family sold into slavery and him cast into prison. He pleaded with his creditor and was promptly forgiven of his debt because his creditor had comion on him. But that man went out and there was another man who owed him a small debt but could not pay. He grabbed him by the throat and demanded payment. The debter pleaded with him but the man who was forgiven the large debt would not forgive the man who owed him a small debt and had him cast into prison. Other servants were standing around watching and they reported what had happened to the man who forgave the man who wouldn’t forgive. He captured that man and said, “I forgave you a large debt and you mistreated this man over a small debt.” He had him cast into prison until the utmost farthing was paid. You keep your money, it’s dirty, bloody and filthy and your word is void and your

justice sir is so corrupt it will take and it will get the Furious Hand of God in the Wrath of His abundant wealth and power and true authority. 4:13 AM


Dear shithead: According to your evil way and devices of Scroogery you will find that there are many many Judas Iscaiots in this world. They are not very smart people but they are sinister enough and use black magic to beguile the truth with the greed that is sinister and decisively deceitful. They use everything from demonism to voodoo to oppress those young people who are spiritually struggling and socially stubborn. Some will wither, some have no root, some will be choked out by the cares and worries of this world whose day is coming. Sometimes ruin is dismayed by how easily some give up their great commission for things that simply are evil and bound to be damned with the such as king Herod and Pontius Pilate. The same cast of characters that flaunt their authority while true justice waits in the bushes for them like a she bear robbed of her whelps. Sometimes understanding and patience merely has another cup of coffee as the best they can do is go back to the big sneeve party they bilk and milk like a snake of its poison so as to be used for medical science which is such a hoax that everybody gets their goat stolen by a fat man with two chickens and a long list of hungry tongues that want to be heard but find only the resistance of pagan secular antagonistic heathen america. The last bastion of freedom will be the dieing words of a slave to the system who wanted fairness and justice but then found out the world is without a strong WALL and soon the best of them will assume the position of slaves. Such as it is whenever two worlds collide and the differences between true followers of Christ Jesus and the antics of those who don’t believe it but buy into the corruption of betrayal they will wear in Hell. Betrayer will be tattood on their forehead and branded on their ass as they wander the dark and unholy abysses of that great planet of doom for all eternity. 7:01 AM


I’m just tired after 34 years of the phoney bologna pony they ride in on and murder me and murder my rights with their complete bastard of Satan selves, which is a cowardly dirty and cheap attempt to hate me as I laugh because I know their end and their next world where they will wander is no secret to me. These are some dirty bastards boys and they want you to do unto them as you would have done to yourself after they have defrauded you and disappeared. Just like they don’t reside on Earth. If a house gets in my way baby, you know I’ll burn it down. It’s coming. People say I’m no good and crazy as a loon because I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon. Panty waisted cocaine tasting judges are all the talk of the town because they sit in Moses’ seat but they don’t do anything but fraud. As men they are the weakest, most undesirable people that Satan stops by and visits every night as they talk about their latest conquest. If a house gets in my way baby, ya know I’ll burn it down. This Summer will be so much different from last Summer because you have me and they are going to get poked in both eyes with a sharp stick. If they pretend they are innocent you are a fool to believe they ever think about anything but their warped stand as they make long pretenses of the law of man which is as corrupt as they are because two wrongs don’t make a right. You have a good long drunken Summer judge because your time is coming. Yea, your time is going to come. Wrong is what I do best. 4:13 AM


As time walks on I watch the trucks roll by. On their high speed division of time that hails the winds and the rains and runs on fossil fuels to a destination. I know Jesus that my destination is to be with you so as I go crazy with an indifferent world that fakes it very well I kind of chuckle because of how fixed these notorious judges think they are unreplaceable or indespensible as the high life tells dirtball Larry to mosey. It’ll be especially interesting to see them thrown into the Lake of Fire and listen to them for about 5 minutes as they scream. They don’t do justice or give justice because they practice injustice and the end of their life is going to be a practicle and wicked reunion with the snake that is their mind. When it’s all over the last thing that’ll come out of my mouth is “whew.” That’s a mighty hot Hell to be forced to deal with for all eternity asshole. 4:40 PM


Here at the last chance salvation and beer t I grow bitterly disheartened to know I have waited 34 years on a horse with no name. A horse they don’t know any differently than they don’t know themselves. Perhaps you will find in the magic of time the sky itself will fill up with unknown strangers who are bound to eventually go down with one survivor. Or a train wreck or volcano or hurricane that delivers a powerful death scroll upon a people who know the name but decide it is of no monatary value because information is an unsteady pulse on a Judas Iscariot society that plays the game of life in one hand and holds the hand of doom with the sinner’s grand finale’. They put on their death masks and save a fool from the folly of what God has given for reward and gypsey gang bang the wealth of a pirate while singing 16 men an a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. I laugh at their destruction which is signed and sealed in blood that actually has washed it off into the Caifornia gutter so coyotes can lick up the disgrace and smile intrepidly at the taste of the vain yet priceless head on a rope. Yea, especially when it pops up out of the punch bowl. Taste how good the Lord is indeed. All you cannibals who I know eat fetuses will scavenge Hell without your government and legal system of murder and forgotten greed so as to walk without anything but darkness as the snow starts to fall on your memory of times that were covered by fellow murderers who collapsed under the duress of torture because Hell takes the nasty and inane and horrible violence of Earth you propelled like a slingshot pellet right in between the eyes of yours truly. Sleep with the dead tonight but don’t rest in peace because there is no peace unto the wicked just as sure as you’ll find something or someone to eat thou friggen vamp. I hope you find the lonliness of the government of condemnation, by condemnation, and for condemnation only wanted to lend me a hand. They only wanted the best for me as I kindly assure them that a noose is waiting for them. That’s not fair. Life and death are not fair but God always gets even. It’s been a long time coming and weary is looking at a crowd of hypocrites and stirring the ashes of human sacrifice which the world called a holocaust. Your daddy Satan and your insatiable lostness is self evident enough for me to believe many assertions that are personally boiling down to waiting on that dead horse with no name that I love so much I am willing to go out on a limb to mortify my and mortify my flesh so as to be aware of the big cohooli when the

only one waiting is certain it is for the cause of that which the world kills and throws into the sewer system then acts like it won’t come back to haunt. Boo— all Hell will haunt this Earth when I am taken away and all you can find of me and what I’m about starts making rope to hang you from the neck until dead. 11:35 PM


They bless and they curse and are pretty much down to Earth because social reality they get very curious over when someone actually seeks out and finds God alone. The pay is not handsome. It does not save your face. But it gives you a reality check on what really is important. Not that new car in the garage. Not this cigarette in the ashtray. When it boils down to it, no, it doesn’t even count life as important. But human nature and the silence of the dead will only want love in the name of money which is so phoney it can’t buy one minute but used years and entire lives of squandering to lose it all back at the point of phoney trust and a loaded gun. Nothing new under the Sun and Moon. It sees everything but Love. Here in these night blues they all claim they profit from my reality but their thanks is hid away in their gut and their peckers are damned in my wife. So, I thank the Lord in advance for what’s coming down to sort out the half man half monkey antics of a corrupt greed that has no more to do with truth than their pink elephant rides that vainly think they’ll never be brought down. Leave your enemy alone and someone else will do them in for you. 11:02 PM

(TO BE CONTINUED)

No hint of justice (a Wall of shame)


Bringing light to my eyes is a bird chirping and slogans. Why am I still alive? Does anybody care for anything without a monatary value? Is bullshit capitalism going to stop God or Satan? What a bunch of freeloaders this system of society is! What a cheap price they value the fruit of the womb and discredit justice. Oh, I’m just gonna sit around today and WATCH and WAIT for a reward of the Presense of the Holy Ghost and appreciate that the only war some sold their life to with bullets and bombs is over nothing real and that all is another of satan’s way of having his blood offerings. Now they have no home and they have no choice. It is poor, pitiful, painful and pathetic. If satisfaction is that it is vanity. 3:51 PM


Beatings? Plenty of them, and don’t forget manslaughter and murder. Drugs, all legal and/or prescribed. Bargaining chips. Only every breath I take. I was just thinking how no one stops by here no more. I don’t really care. Change your mind? If I could I’d probably give you a bit of peace or new aged rock and real or some hard country, no doubt, there is no doubt, he comes like a thief in the night but all he’s out to take is your soul for a minute or two of your eternal salvation and tell of this damnation that has become a situation of life. Everyone who is someone, yet I am nobody, looks like somebody, I am nobody, be somebody, I almost absolutely despise them, be somebody. Am I even alive to have a decision to be sombody? So, I guess my relish on the Great Meal is a special treat for me like hot sauce is to the other end of this deal. And they are plentifully there. Someday always comes as long as there is a tomorrow and we all, or most of us, have tomorrows that we dread. So, I try not to think about it, as they bury the dead, steal, kill and destroy in the Name of God, country and fellow marine which, have no home, have no choice, but have a plan. When sacrifice comes they have a set number of dead dead dedication, probably because they are trying to just burn through today, or that is tonight, on the other side, no man’s land but the bedoins. For some of them the last rubber biscuit sent barreling down on God’s patience, the devil’s dismay and a whole lot of rosey. Of course a knave like me, one sweaty palm, and one hand on a psalm sunday knows this h’ain’t ending without the politician’s not letting them win this war for they love to be martyrs at the expence of someone elses life, blood, limbs and mind and vision so they can’t give back what they’ve taken and take it again and again and again when they could, can and do. 3:33 PM


Love is sometimes nothing unless you see comion. Even though it seemed to have failed, go on. Hatred may seem to be filled with ion, but isn’t mayhem, malice and murder the end? Because I know I realize it is. One varying denominator is surviving attempted murder, always with scars, very bad scars. Functioning conjunctions of words is not easy but it is internal when one’s head is in his or her hand. The next word that comes to me is DEATH. When is eternal life? Is this time life? When this life ends, doesn’t time go on? I guess we are simply banished from the land of the living and time as they know it has stopped. Does God still know them? Or, does God know only the living? So, here I am Jehovah, that’s right, I used your name. Here I am. With all the reflection on Jesus and how he bought us back from our own sinful nature, human nature is bad music, bad songs, and I guess, bad company. What did you expect from a piece of plastic people? Oh, yea, piece of work alright? The only pieces of work done are the one’s you do and your and my competition, a.k.a., satan the devil, death, hell, and the grave are beyond musing for they have purchased the trap that brings proud men to their crippled knees. The wait and watch go on, head in hands. Fearful AFRAid. Afraid. TERRorized. Strength giving out. TRicked into believing the war is a segragated, united thing, when it is here and now, under the weather. Ignored, for, like I said, there is no unity. We all think for ourselves and offer no suggestions. The shadows grow long on a sad world. Sad because time after time we had the chance and blew it. 5:40 PM

Psalm Sunday March 28th, 2010 6:51PM

So, here I sit in the misery of my reflection and if you know me better than I know myself. Runaway on a runway, hit the skids, discharge. So, the booty of this? You don’t know, but I know it’s the promise of someone who can keep a promise, unlike you, but, shit, guess what, you’re a lot like him and you put her in the danger of a fallout zone, there I ed. You know me better than I know myself but I don’t know nor know about me and all you do is strangle yourself with your own pagan language, so pissed, the good teacher pulls out a round and puts two throught the wall. Nothing to it was there. You better start believing in yourself better than good teacher does because he believes you’d make a better looking corpse than you do an example. 5:58 PM


Nothing to do but pick the bone with satan. Making sure he gets nothing, for his greed is an abomination. And his people are an apostasy. Functioning with a big pain, he, or it, is laying it on thick. Jesus, watch over me and the reader with a band of angels all night. These people better quit stealing or I’m warning them, it’s going to get bloody and violent. Sure, did they set me up for that statement, or, is it like they always want, he’ll be our scapegoat for us less than worthless cowards. That’s the way it is tonight in South Dakota. Where every woman is a slut, every man is a liar, and no children have a decent prayer in hell. Where the radio stations are bogus. The christians are hypocrites and the judges are crooks. 2:10 AM


So, you know so you might have the chance to save yourself. With no place to run to. Stuck. Just like me. With a mind as big and open to this because you know now you are nothing like them and want to escape their situation. So, offer the Lord’s Prayer, even when you don’t believe He’s listening. He could care much less about pagans and heathens to tell you who they are, where they come from and the violence they are bound to meet. He cares about lonely, persecuted believers like you and I. Yes, you are going to have to walk through hell, but the place they’re bound for is a place where the repentance you and I do are there beyond hope with the likes of mass murderers and those who killed., for no reason, but excuses of their treason so they could cover up a conscience that knows they are bastards, unforgiven and without hope. So their perdition is obvious to their rap, they make excuses all their lives, for instead of crying out to Jesus, because they don’t believe the truth and run their dialog rap through an eternity of being cast out beyond the wall. That is their fate and destiny. Your examples lack courage and internal fortitude it takes to have picked up the, this painful, derogatory to the world, cross that is going to spell eternal life in the glory and bliss of unimaginable pleasure and power. So, if you care for your eternal soul, if you feel you can, believe. I’ve seen and lived the unseen, just like you, including the horror. Being attacked by humanity and it’s demons and insurrections that make your way to heaven and their way to hell, intact. You shall receive an eternity of good. They gave away a way for a way out. 12:23 AM

Monday March 5th, 2010 12:33AM

You’ll never escape Jesus here. You’ll never escape the ultimate justice of hell, there. Because I know the eyes of Jesus, the pain, the anger, and the shame of you. You trusted in all the wrong things at all the wrong times. Now that truth and faith is on the line; you wish you could cower. Well, you got that right because you are the biggest coward since who knows who. Piece of shit has a better chance of surviving the dry wind of hell than you now have of escaping it. No hope. I see no profit in you but continuing down your road of perdition without a chance of escaping, for the murders, the treasons and the WRATH OF GOD ARE UPON YOU. The Lord giveth. The Lord taketh away. Blessed be the NAME of the Lord which you will never know. 12:42 AM


I will do good and comion is Christlike. I wish I could somehow get real to his heart in the discipline to never have my faith waver, yet the danger out there is for the fools, they say, to discover. Paranoia is a deep ditch with faces of war and near death in muddy trenches of misery and bloodshed. So, counting my blessings I become, I hope, a prayer for the confused lost who have done nothing uncommon to men. In transfixed emotion they become my stick for tapping out the blind trail of religion of comion with the salt of faith. Everyday for years and years I’ve prayed that someday the Lord Jesus would return. Now I go on with the hard belief that he will, although for my sins, for what I have done and what I have failed to do, I will probably go to the grave only in the hope of the resurrection because the culmination of ages and paganistic infidelity, which we have all been involved in on the way to the way plagues us like Job’s boils. But I will not be thwarted by a mob of stiff necked starch collars whose remedy is a bitch instead of comion. It is a bleak day sure enough as the war goes on in Afganistan yet someone is laying down their life for this and things like this freedom of speech and freedom of press and if not for you, for whom the Sun does continue to rise and set and your struggle to love people who don’t love you nor consider in prayer your calamity and hope in Jesus Christ the Messiah by anyone but someone who calls him Father and whom the devil and the evil counterparts get rebuked as I do reconnaissance and rebuke them in Jesus Name which I am blessed and lucky enough to hold in the honor like the Lord holds the whole Earth in His hand. If you are confused, pick up a Bible and find out who you are, why you are, and how blessed you are Israel. 2:05 PM

May 10th, 2010 Saturday 11:05 PM

What do I do Master? Waiting on you, a friend. ing the Sermon on the Mount. It brings me to tears all that You were born unto, a manger and gave love and comion to a world that betrayed and crusified You. I don’t understand how we got into this mess but I do have an inkling of the situation as is. Please forgive me Lord Jesus for not thanking You enough. It is beyond all that words can say. Believe me when I say this world is not worthy of You and beyond what I can hope, there You stand. I ask You to extend mercy to all. When it comes my time again I ask to go with You into Paradise to be with those who truly love me and those I truly love. 11:14 PM

Tuesday May 13th, 2010 9:36 AM

Crags in consciences. Some people don’t know why they do things. Mostly out of desperation for some divine purpose. Like coming. Say, “come Lord Jesus.” He’ll probably say, “not while you’re jacking off.” Everyone is someone until they can be nothing else. I love booze. I smoke. But mostly existing while these bastards hope I’m praying for them? Maybe sometimes, but no more. So, alone with my tapper, like a blind man I tap through the routine of the keys. When I play music on quiet mornings like this it’s kinda relaxing. I guess we become addicted to as little as possible, including humanity. But that is one thing I reckon we never grow out of. It is quiet as a graveyard around here. Think I’ll take off my shirt. Could I take your panties, er, jacket, ma’am? You can see them walking southward in their dirty underwear. 9:46 AM


There’s so many people running around with so much intelligence, it’s like a balloon ready to pop goes the world. Well, Jesus, you were ready yesterday. Are you ready for another day? If your heart can go on I hope to God You haven’t changed. All apolagies. Can’t you see we are just the huddled masses? We are just the leftovers. So, if You come today, or, if you don’t. I You. Will You me? 1:20 PM


You will try and you will fail, for believe it or not, Our God is the God who tests with trials after trials because He wants you to know not only that many are called BUT few are chosen right down to the brass tacks and nitty gritty. The people of the hilarious crowd of authority? Some just are doing a job, some want to control you. But, once you know you are chosen for a great reward. Realize that nothing of this old world will compare to the magnificense and glory, as those things waiting for you, because the All Knowing God will not be defeated in anything and no weapon formed against you shall prosper. Faith is a powerful thing when weird things happen like murder and demonic attacks. 2:21 PM


Somewhere in the middle of nowhere? Nowhere in the middle of somewhere. Somewhere in the middle somewhere. Nowhere in the middle of nowhere. So, I guess something is going to happen. Or, nothing is going to happen. Either way the dumbass I call me, myself and I will hopefully wake up tomorrow without being hauled off. I guess they done give up on me after they found out how little I truly care for the antics with something out to prove. Proving tic tock still exists on the clock that maybe doesn’t get turned back, or maybe it does in more lives and more ways than I can imagine, but believe, indeed, it is a wonderful thing to fall into the interest of God. We all turn to others in times of trouble yet sometimes find trickery and deceit is the mastiff who won’t consider the guilt each person sees when they look in the mirror or into their souls. Or, into the ion of the innocent who are being put up to fend for others whom they feel are ripping them off. Yet anyway, it happens. Some judges are proud drunks who end up shooting themselves. People commit and survive suicide everyday because they want no more isolation under the duress of things as they are and not having the trust in self or others to do what has to be done. Thus, the world becomes an angry, segragated world with fingers pointed at the good, fingers pointed at the bad, and fingers pointed at the indifferent. All with guilt enough to not be able to deal with it. So, whatcha gonna do? Stop and smell the roses? Wish you were in less pain? Wish this, that and the other would go to Hell? Isn’t it so much like that? Wagon burner, ditch digger, poet, priest, politician? Face it, this world carrys on. Some with the hopes of others they wish well and congradulate. Some get caught in the deals of the day and some get killed, some are born and some die. Yet, in the land of oppertunity who can dig in the dirth and dirge of each man or woman’s soul? I try by realizing the soul is higher than heaven and as deep as the deep, blue, seven Seas. 6:34 PM


I’m 51 and I’m a jerk. I smile with tears in my eyes. No one I despise. I don’t know why. Proud and humble fear. The disgrace of hard rock and symbols of hard times on people who have nothing but that I tried to lend a hand. The noise interrupts the silence. The silence interupts the noise. Easy does it. Yee haw and ooh rah. I notice my friend from the city understands country better than do I. This is going nowhere in a rowboat for China. I have finally achieved nervana. All apolagies. Far enough out to walk far enough to walk back to the table. Hearing the bad news and ing the good news. Plenty of bad news, hope of good news. Every cake I bake. Shake it up baby. Elvis is the king of rock and roll. He put a white man on the spot to sing Little Richard as the Poor Richard of Philadelphia barks at the Moon. 3:26 PM


Do they even know the danger? Yet ignorance is bliss and left them sad and/or sad and dead. Feeling other people’s feelings I guess is phsycic. People get rude over money, kind over money, proud over money, good, bad and ugly over it, too. Yet it goes broke and you find yourself gambling a loser’s game while living on bathtub gin and having to start something over that is almost finished. Your life. Then they pour on the self righteous, never waste anything folks who make their living robbing graves, pulling out gold teeth on cadaverers and get quick scams on every level. But the oil is what it is all about so easy perfect kills are just another days work to another job. So, I do wait, like everyday is my last, because one of these days is going to be my true finish. Having it in for reality you must read between the lines of people who do it all but put the bible away a long time ago in search of the american dream, which turns quickly into weaping and gnashing of teeth. I believe their reality is like fantasy where the end doesn’t need to death, hell and the grave. But they kill, steal and destroy their way to impossible of their quest in serving a god that is not God. He turned His back on them finally. So, it won’t be long before He is going to show Christ’s Divine Person which will at His Second Coming prove the good, the bad, the ugly and the indifferent. I will be waiting. They can’t ever find time but I always make time to wait and watch. 1:51 PM


Oh, they love to accumulate trouble like hogs go to corn. Then apathy takes over when they deal with the butt end of a kicking mule. So, I consider drunkeness in me an only alternative to the slop they hand out as meals. I believe if I break bread and drink wine it once was the only body and blood of Christ left. Now I just do it in memory of that memory when prevailing justice seemed emminant. It’s a damned disgrace what they do to frame themselves, never taking responsibility and trying to give respect to a past that slaughtered hundreds of millions. Now that is a cheap and futile ruin of others lives and damnation to their still existing bodys and souls. So, how’s it feel to know that when you go before the Great White Throne, you vampire, that you will be just another one who is the one fearing? 3:05 PM

Friday July 22nd, 2010 10:31 AM

Full citizenship. Just their way of telling me I’m a second class citizen which really doesn’t bother me anymore than hoping they get some damned hard times while I lay back in the shade. But you know it isn’t like that. Some very rotten people have no crosses to speak of to bear and some carry one helluva load their entire lives. So, I try to weedle out to charity but it torques me a little when charity requests are like demands for easy money as they lay it on thick like mustard and mayonaise. But I will vote against everyone I can who is in office in this dipshit state because they are run of the mill parasites who I choose to make that protest statement about at the ballot box. I believe life for some is so hard they are sitting in Afghanistan with more than anyone could bargain for and may come out maimed or dead. It’s not their fault and doing just what you have to do isn’t even a spit in the Oceon for the stories they will carry for the rest of their lives. Like me, some will be demoted to second class citizenship. In the real world it’s ironic but in the Kingdom of God their sacrifice I hope and believe will be reconciled with being edified into Paradise. Surely I will grind out one more day in this luxury homestead of sticks and stones. This day is nothing special to the bullshit agendas of high and mightys who “only want what’s best for me” but that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Sure am glad I smoke and I wish I had a t right now. 10:44 AM


Life goes on without me. Like I don’t even exist. Maybe Heaven will happen unto me like they never even existed. I guess the world found plenty of easy victims as it swears it is in its right mind and getting down to the business of god money, god property, and god thievary. Sing for your supper. Sing amazing grace. I’m no better than you. But sometimes your ignorance is my bliss and your high blood pressure shines like Rudolph the Red Nosed Raindeer at Hanukkah. The older we get the more we get pissed in a kicking contest between a one legged drunk and satanic henchmen in uniforms who believe like no one else believes the way is just a beaten path of casualties that have given up hope on surviving. Yet they survive on in the dire straits of motley crues that esteem the death of them will mean another one bites the dust. But then, there is the blind faith of christianity who run their mouth on a cross like it feels good to suffer. I find everyday the illusion of a ance is the only chance sometimes that flew under their asses as they were out picking strawberries in strawberry fields forever. Meanwhile, everyday, the good news that you are not alone to wander a crypt of surefind treasure that can’t buy you one minute of soberness when you are knee deep in the vagabond drift of an opperation that holds you at the mercy of a gun while they have you in chains and are planning to piss off the dead. So, the dead get even. Sometimes, I guess they have nothing better to do. Forgiving slapped them in the face so hard they still have ears ringing like the ding-a-ling of charity at Christmas. 12:44 PM


Out of my mind in the blind. The racket they run I wish I wouldn’t’ve survived but I guess for today it’s going to be what it’s going to be. Everything but gone. They race to work to they say “feed the pig.” Until pigs devour each other. Then how’s it working? The cannon’s rumble in someone’s distant ear sound. They sometimes wonder aloud. But caves offer pretty sound protection. Two unbeatable forces willing to give it up. Some on either sides happily die for their denomination of social warfare. Everyday for 5 or six years now. Everday for centuries always, somewhere these diabolical and sinister forces have provoked humanity to an all civilized riot with parties they don’t know nor understand like a cat and a mouse. Hmm hmm. But what comes close to glory is such a fraud the world is only fooling itself. Rich and poor slide into the grave one and all, myself included. So? What’s your problem? Another daylight scathering multitude of thankfullness at myself not being in an insane assylum begrudged while drugged into terror. Don’t think they did it out of anything but the spite of their familiar spirits. One vodka in one hand, one foot on your neck, flipping off your threats. But there will come a time when sheer pure revenge will be smoking a churchill and ing how they escaped to another grave which their mischeif just can’t get enough of until it is razed in Hell. If you don’t think that’s true you better sharpen your whole life memory mr. fell from the sky yesterday man, woman and dickhead. They have killed me in the convenience of their monstrous organizations where stupidity thinks everyone is stupid. They don’t believe what’s over them and just under our noses as the likes of them and what’s under their noses is going to betray them big time for I believe God made me and you folks are a detriment whose help is as false as your reputation given in biblical massiveness. You are going to die and you are going to suffer in Hell perpetually forever. That’s judgement, that’s justice, that’s raw vengeance, that’s what I think of your sorry rags of mischievousness. Once a king always a king but once a knight is enough. I absolutely hate you and God is my friend. I will devote myself to ways of unnerving you just as you devoted ways of unnerving me. Because you are definately where the Sun don’t shine. Loving you has got to be like the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. You faithful don’t be afraid of their false front for it is like them. Sheer phoniness. Things of the world prepared for things of the world. Enter wooden stake and giotine. Comes a time when you’re

drifting. Comes a time when you settle down and we are so thankful to Jesus Christ the Son of Almighty for forgiveness of our sins we are not only going to scream we are going to listen and listen good to Ozzie SCREAM. 8:03 AM


Damned? Probably. Do I care right now? Who is going to change God’s mind? More or less if He decides your life is going to be one that goes on while hatred is a dime a pound won’t death be a blessing to me? I find basically people are liars. Always have thought that. People are big liars. They have a big scarf bug in the Constitution and Bill of Rights. Lies of love are the most notorious and respect is forced, dialogued and it has only violence as its enforcer. Without violence this world would probably have no respect for the people we hate, can’t associate with and that feeling is pretty much mutual. So, the bodies are buried in rows and at the funeral someone is going to show no respect for your last show. But, some friendly drunks will be better on the final embassage from above the ground age to perhaps eternal repose. 3:15 PM

Wednesday September 15th, 2010 2:44 PM

Everyday this stupidity of love comes over the Western Hemisphere and the weapons congregate on the Eastern Hemisphere. So, they bite the bullet harder and I don’t know why laying guilt seems to become my engers suspected shipwreck. So, they, whoever they are really, wave a carrot in front of jackasses nose and they follow it, I follow it to possible oblivion. Dead mean men have their moment in the Sun before skin cancer told them so. I don’t hate them. They don’t hate me. We just kinda coincide saying we’ll try to understand, communicate, and persevere. Then another death or serious injury problem leaves the lonely in the grips of time. So, let me continue. Your proverbs suck because they’ll stand on a bible while lieing through their teeth. They don’t tell you about their demons that run through Jesse’s dreams like a 3:30 AM nightmare. If it hasn’t happened yet, believe me they will. Just when your heart pulls your body and mind up to madness they’ll stick you tied to a chair in front of a television and give you no water because they don’t know what to do. So, 110 miles an hour, the Earth turns and you don’t know whether to go to a funeral or a wedding. Christ all Fridays turn to an old man mimicing the barbituates, narcodics and anti-psycotics of the madness and pain of it all which no one understands. It’s like they never get a kind word from anything nor anyone. Or a kind deed which they absolutely expect so they dig into their box of chocolates and kill the day that is no ones. Nobody made it and every damned thing is trying to kill it. Some nigger wants to fullfill the honkey’s proud war until you get almost killed and pray the rosary beads. Oh, yea, life really goes on until you find time travel and witness the foiled crime you did or prevented doing of, you don’t know which is worse, this, hell, or suicide. So, roll me in honey and throw me to the lesbians. Been farming long? No, I gave up after the bogus crop of radishes that about killed me. Ever try sugar beets? Gave me diabetes. Sign on the bottem line, you’re just the man we’re looking for. I gave at the office. Would you like to sign up to give blood? Know any horribly dirty jokes? Ashes to ashes dust to dust, if Rock would’ve stuck to pussy he’d probably still be with us. You know, just us? Hold on for all it’s worth because I feel things are gonna be shaking and baking on the far side. 3:57 PM


Delusional? Perhaps it’s the changing weather. The food isn’t that great. I’ll give you that much. Just between you, me, and the fencepost, they don’t like us. Can you blame them? Such a backwards anticipation, they know what they know to the destruction of everyone involved. Killing dreams, promises and anyone they think deserves to die. But, everyday is one day down time’s totem pole to another lower vessel, or head, to the ground. Then the preacher breaks in using all impossible logic that works in the anticipation that smiles don’t erase because some belong to the synagogue of satan and it’s taken death advances after death advances to kill our way to the front. But, here we are. I’m waiting on a mad horse with a demon rider called the scales of justice. Get real. God can’t straighten me nor you out. We blow in the wind and slide down the days. Horribly needing to whittle through an object pagans and heathens have used their minds to exploit the atmosphere of demensions, time travel and shock to stop. Don’t ask me why Clementine. It’s not just simple math. Their problems like me they set in walls of horizons past that relish like ghosts all concerned. We are an oblivion waiting to happen. Tic-toc-tic-toc. 11:54 AM


No book for drunks. They live happily never after. Contentment? What is it? Being prepared? Some things life throws at people we aren’t prepared for. As a matter of fact, very few things we are prepared for. Anxiety in the 4th degree. But, I keep myself at a low simmer and shake, rattle and roll with my best friend the radio. Persons, places, things. Luckily I have reasoned they aren’t all good, nor bad, nor ugly, nor always indifferent. But sometimes the ball game gets a pitcher who throws us all out. Then, if we’re lucky and he’s hurt we reconcile our differences, upbraid our enemies, friends and acquaintances and make another day. It just doesn’t matter seems to be the battle cry this day because it just doesn’t matter. Observations of a certain believer who will get you there but when you, like me, stand before God Almighty. What then? You know me better than that. I know you better than that. But His understanding no one can match. So, dazed and confused, the agenda is perplexed with a day off. We snuggle in our cozy quarters and the world and stomache turn and churn. This narration is brought to you by the poor boy committee completely devoted to coffee, cigarettes and letting go. Let go of the stone, idiot! We all have one! You are in the deep and sinking! So, let go of the stone! How? God is here. He understands. Try to approach His Throne with clean hands and a pure heart. Let go of the stone! 10:43 AM


The darkest army of all marches through the darkest depths of Hell, hellbound in the glory of someday. Sometimes it is a someday that escaped them all to slaughter. They say life goes on but at the speed of darkness. Everyday I the cat fights, the gaurd on duty. The isolated lonliness of stolid nights that I guess never ended for me. Because God sees this people and if His pity isn’t turned toward us Satan will get us in an uncompromisable situation where fighting until death is common status quo. A very fearful woe this is that has ed like ships in the night. Maybe tomorrow will find the death toll of strangers who, like me, didn’t exactly know the cards were marked and we were cheated out of life, liberty and this is the persuit of revenge toward the goal of justice to lay at life’s doorstep, no matter if that is out of time or in delusion phenomenon that everybody can’t obtain. It’s just that way when dealing with knowledge of Jesus and Satan. Choose well the courage you apprehend for it alone is your life and sanity as the darkness swallows like the death of a grave an enemy who wants someone you will never surrender under penalty of your very soul. Choose well. 4:22 PM

Wednesday January 26th, 2011 8:45 PM

I don’t see how this country can call themselves the land of the free and the home of the brave as abortion killed thousands today. Like the men and women who call themselves doctors and nurses who turned out to be cowards and murderers as it seems like they pulled off the perfect crime. But, it is wicked and God will requite the guilty. It will continue as long as people put themselves on abortionist’s tables for the human sacrifice of the innocent and defenceless. It’s spelled out now and their souls aren’t worth a lousy lintball in the belly button of a whore and a witch. Yet, at the state of the union it didn’t even get mentioned because their hearts are corrupt and their consciences seared as that injustice and butchery screamed under the Altar of God, as it was getting ripped apart and murderered. I firmly believe Almighty God’s mercy will end soon and those along with the money loving bastards, who are the major population, will perish under the damnation they sook out and employed. Meanwhile, the vampires and demons who live off of the innocent are growing fat on the blood, and never satisfied, that which happened at Tuscon will start happening a lot more. Because some people feel trapped and resort to the desperate antedotes toward a do nothing form of government who aren’t worth butt crack scum. God has heard my plea. Don’t do it. Don’t become another lost and damned soul that gave unto the vipers the fruit of your own womb. 8:58 PM


America. The land of 53,000,000 murders of the most innocent and defenseless. I don’t ask, “how long Lord?” I don’t ask because You won’t tell. When they are confined to eternal flames, how long the pain will increase will also be eternal, so I guess You told me. Until then we are fish in the Ocean until the net of the Lord pulls us out and separates the good fish from the bad. I think that is very special. I don’t have to die, kill, or them because You do all that. All You ask from me is to keep believing, praying and searching scriptures which definately are very psychological and keep me in verdant bliss. I thank You Lord Jesus to the Praise and Honor of the Father God of all men of good will. Some try like stubborn goats to live up to their false beliefs but find the debt ever increasing like the Red Sea upon the Army of Pharoah. The makers and lovers of lies are going to waste whatever they can, however they can, to greedily obtain that which is overkill. That’s what they do. They steal the souls of many men. All frauds, from Judas Iscariot to political puppets who take prisoners into the oblivion of this false government which is no more of the people, by the people and for the people than murder victims. Ain’t it great to be alive and be in Tennesse? This ain’t Tennesse Charlie. This is just another safe house in the kingdom of Satan the Devil. But, I do believe God has a plan that will confound fools in their very brown nose antics. 12:23 PM


The price? You don’t have to believe it’s impossible to put a price on human blood by keeping your mouth shut. For, I know the price of pain is intense. Some get it. Some don’t. Some can laugh. But those who sow in tears . . . The middle of the prayer is thanks to Jesus for accompanying this paragraph with His Eyes down the road to oblivion. That’s what she told me. Or, something like that. No one wants to believe an unworthy sinner is anything he does but the proud fools who don’t bother flushing the crapper when they’re done. You know the piss palace stench of slobs who are slobs. No, I don’t own you. But the owner of this lonely heart is definately not you anymore. Like hey, the only thing I do is scare little kids into asking curiously their mommy, “mommy, who is that man?” Little tiker, by the time you’re my age I’ll be non—negotiable so-to-speak. It does amuse me how God gets the last laugh on a fistfight. Somebody is going to emergency. Somebody is going to jail. Hey, man, want a cigarette? You get away from me. Okay, Sugar. Out to prove nothing. For nothing to prove would be nothing to do. Just marking time until tomorrow’s noonday arrow lets another one bite the bullet. No, I know you didn’t learn anything. You can’t read between my eyes. The price. My secrets are sealed by laziness and unconcern. Until you hang yourself, Dutch, keep on strumming those Hank William’s tunes because your broken heart and Rin Tin Tin put a spell on your own self. What’s the charge? Thinking while blind, prophesying while intoxicated, and using God’s Name in vain while persecuting the poor. Those are pretty serious charges your honor. You sure you’re credible to remain a justice of the peace? He’s blind. Damn. Blind justice strikes again. Put him over there in the children’s petting zoo. Just make sure he doesn’t start petting himself or any of the brats, I mean children. All things considered I’d rather be in Philadelphia. Where the Sun is always shining. So, one scientist decides there is no god. Man created man he expounds. I’ll show you. Just give me a little dirt. Suddenly a voice booms from the sky. Get your own dirt, asshole. Every once in a while a drunk does sober up and he is so alone that I feel sorry for my old friend. If he could open up instead of living out the damned alcoholic psycosis that started so very, very, long ago. He kinda scares me now because I’ve seen it in an old man who tried to bury himself with the bottle. That’s a dark, treachorous, deceiving Hell if there ever was one Batman. People die all the time. I won’t talk about getting old because

of this but I probably won’t get old. I forgive, I seriously try to have hope my arch enemies will find a way to the WAY. My cat is running around in the dark and having the time of her life conswello. Cleopatra had cats. How’d you like to be like Solomon and get into Cleopatra’s Goodies headache powders. They don’t write them like that anymore. What’s that? Prescriptions. Unless you are seriously burned is the only way you are going to get heroin. But, there’s always that 10% who would rather die than go without it and they all end up dead too soon. Either blown away by cops or OD’d. That kind of love is so ironic that frost out on the pumpkin was their funeral march song. But, they do it. They’re going to push the envelope and push the envelope until they are buried with nothing but sadness in the church. The church bell chimed; it rang 29 times. Keep God’s love in your heart, not in your pants because God Himself will judge adulterers. Time you grow up America. It’s like the sinking of the TITANIC. People are falling and jumping to their deaths over big, big things like I just explained. A little bit of Bible? Bathsheba was Uriah’s wife. King David got Bathsheba pregnant while General Uriah was fighting a big battle for King David. So, King David arranged to send Uriah to the front of the next battle where he was killed. King David and Bathsheba had a son. His name was Solomon. Solomon the wise. He built the Temple of God in Jerusalem in all it’s splendor and glory once upon a time in the Promised Land. The land God had Moses lead all Israel out of bondage from Egypt to possess. God is always true to His Word. Jesus is the Word Made Flesh That Dwelt Among Us. Nice and peaceful this time of night. Reminds me of Christmas Eve. When the Son of God was born in a manger for there was no room for them at the Inn. Well, the cattle prod is to your ass man. Ass man, the cattle prod is to your ass, ass man. You better get off all of these human whims and start living for God or you will spend eternity in a place where everyone really is out to get you. Those are the cold hard facts of life and life there after. No one is going to do for you what your own human dignity won’t be able to pry yourself away from your sexual, chemical, and alcoholic screwjob one more time. I pray for you that you find help to guide you into the amazing light and the beauty of a Lincoln Red Rose. 3:50 AM


Pitch dark and cold outside. Here I am safe and warm. Jesus saved not only my soul but my life from the very jaws of the Lion who walked about Zion, seeking me to destroy me. When He heard my voice He plucked me from death. Now, that’s what I call a Friend. I know that if you call on the Name of the Lord He will answer. But, if you are gay or an abortionist He probably won’t bother because everyone in half their right mind can see you chose to tempt His Patience. We all do. But any man or woman of courage draws a line in a zone and keeps the Devil far away. Not only for safety of the head and body, but also for the sanity of the mind and benediction of the soul. Your spirit is a fearless wind that blows your stamina away when you try to confront it with casual sin that is either going to kill, damn, or kill and damn you both. I hold no quarter for fags and/or abortion people. They’ll find out it were better off that they had never been born. The music plays like a carnival of illustrated men. I keep my distance from drunks, potheads, and espescially murderers. I find mercy because I give mercy to those who usually in society only get scorn. The poor, the crippled, the hungry, the falsely accused, and the young that Satan the Devil wants to basically cannibalize as he tries to infiltrate your soul, mind, and body in very subtle, as in snakely, means. Where it goes from there is death, prison, or insanity. 5:50 AM

Tuesday March 1st, 2011 9:07 PM

Always on my time. People believe the truth sometimes. Sometimes it changes their lives forever. The plain distance of seven drunks out to kill a schizophrenic who nonchalantly sips a mountain dew while sharpening his ears up to their line of constitution. They trust they will be redeemed by the sorrow of their guilty consciences but I am here to say all that is is nerve. Live your lousy life in ing the time the warm blood dripped from your hands. Because the Lord will requite the guilty. And the :Lord will the people of the Sermon on the Mount. What people put into your head by violence, treason and murder will haunt them into an eternity of being better off never to have been born. But, by the grace of God go I. Just me and my Arrow. Straight up and narrow. 9:16 PM


It was a long darkness since this morning when I awoke. The hellishness of grim reminders of sins that God the Lord re in my life. The world will only come to know Jesus through disaster. Disheartened by that fact. Yet, the Sun is now bright in the East and it is very cold outside. History proves nothing until it draws you into it for a stand against apostasy they wield against me for one because in my guilt I figure because of my faith I probably will make sure in the end the bastards of satan who humiliate anything or anyone they can get their fangs into. They are vampires. They sleep with the dead. They are dead in faith and fairness. They humiliate me. When I get free. If I ever get free. You might say I’ll spit on the very ground they tread. I’d rather have no friends than smiles of deceit. Oh, we are just doing what we know is best for you. Sure. May an assassin’s bullet hit you right in the scurvy of your mind so you can get it right when you no longer infest the land of the living. The world is waxing worse and worse and the problem is the parade of fools who get my bad reputation nailed through their bowels by the time I’m done. Does this stop on this Earth? This goes into eternity where punishment is profound and absolute. Joy and peace they greedily steal yet expect joy and peace. They will get no mercy. The poor shall hear and rejoice. The rich will be left outside the WALL. 7:41 AM


Thinking about a grace that stands about 3 feet tall and sounds like a pixie angel. Thinking about Annabelle. What in the world in 50 years will this world be? Will it uncorrupt because is has to? Or will it continually wax worse and worse until it is unfit not only for survival but unfit to ever make a home? I don’t have a clue. Country clueless on the grim reality life is like a ing shadow that finally es out and es on. Some are doctors, some are nurses, some are ladies with alligator purses. At least the dead of Winter isn’t so forboding that I feel trapped like a clam in the waters of socialism. I just come and go as I please. Excuse me for loving people but we all have comion when sympathy isn’t enough to bury someone who refuses to be forgotten and has ways and means to tell you again. So, if some things don’t matter, some things do the stumbling into town just like a sacred cow with visions of swazticas in their minds. 6:16 AM

Thursday March 10th, 2011 8:43 AM

So thankful to be with you. So happy you believe too! So good to me that Angels fly. Around the house, may they never die. All of a sudden the sacrifice was clear in the the song of praise to Him Who stood gaurd last night. Wasn’t last night a fright? Woke in pain like a crusified body. But that left thanks be to the Great Physician Who never surrenders until We give our guilty sins to Him. Then holds us like a child holds a lamb. Such good clean lives that only wanted to find out found out Satan is not to be taken lightly. He is as much a part of growing older as those old temptations were dealing death by the millions. Now, feed the world, we are the world. Feed the world with the sincere milk of the Word that was made flesh and dwelt among us and now rests in the balance the measure of wheat. May He always look kindly upon the children and stear them clear of violence by all means. May they know the sacrifice that He demands of those who praise His Name is for the benefit of seeing clearly in the self confidence to stand to our words and absolutely it we are wrong. In a perfect world it is not perfect. No, there is no perfect world but love remains steadfast in her devotion to find her way to the Master and Good Shepard with His Rod and His Staff. He is not afraid of the Devil. The cogs and gears of this industrial phenomenon provide for an entire belief and confidant true hope system that finds us digging deep within ourselves to find out the next strategy in a Chess Game because defeat and surrender belong to God and Jesus not some narcist fool demon who junks up on things that leave mankind vulnerable to unfairness. Some are not going to be found or found out until they give up judging greedily in the wisdom of the ages according to the foolishness of the beguiled who by interest in wealth, power and fame actually believe God is not able to see their victims watch as they become twice the children of Hell they already are. But, anymore as people get and got involved the Senate debates are on Christian Radio everyday. We are going to punish those people for their exploitation of the innocent and the poor, the disabled and the disadvantaged. The elderly and the young are the wealth of the King and the King, as you see, doesn’t take kindly to unfairness and then the debauchory to lie or pretend you are somebody when reality proves in the King’s eyes and God’s Eyes, you sir, are a first class nobody. So, as you stumble around in the snide drunkeness of a soldier’s stead, you better believe, mister, your days just like his are surley numbersd but upon

this territory there will be a battle with gunfighting and may the truest man by victorious. 9:06 PM


My idea of a fashion report is a redneck who is happy if his T-shirt goes over his belly button. Leviathon, the Sport fish of the Bible has struck off of the coast of Japan to show his stealth and power and and 8.2 Earthquake that has totally disabled the Country of the Rising Sun. The real ruckus is coming when that nuclear reactor ruptures and the whole country of Japan is sitting there in dire straits with one hell of a situation to deal with. Will Jesus Come as the evilness of even the Sea Creatures of Sport plays dirty pool with civilization. I have the ways and means, just like you and them, to devote every day to a wait that hopefully will repel things like Leviathon and Vampires and Night Creatures and Satan and his Henchman because that is what I and a few others deal with. It gets crazy violent. But, what gets evil violent is when criminals who buy into the greed for mammon and serve the likes of mammom with the resolve of a dirty bastard who likes to set up people, like Leviathon did the Empire of Japan and not many survive when the deed is done. It was all planned by a few of Jesus’ staunchest current day adversaries like the 9 who flew the 9/11 mass murder mission. They opened up a Pandora’s Box of wickedness and the Press is either stupid or the Press is stupid but this is Alternative Press where we know we have Freedom of Press and don’t mind kicking dust back in the faces of goofballs in silliness who sleep with the dead instead of manning up to do their fucking duty. Way to late? You’ll see way too late when Volcanos start errupting in Asia and North America. But, you finish your toast and milk and wish your tee shirt went over your belly button because in my book the failure you propagated by denying people like me from our rights from everything from murder to kidnapping you are going to loose your nuts over if you do get a break where Jesus comes into the picture because the only thing you are with your dicks in your hand is one word “typicaL” JACK OFFS. Marry your ugly wife for money. Murder and kill for money. Put the whole world in debt they’ll never be able to pay back to the thieving banks for money. Oh, I’ll figure it out, huh? My brain is all over the cell you murdered me by USMC military policemen. So, I just think I’ll keep smoking my $22.00 cigars and get the Iron Maiden ready at the end of the trail for all the brave cowards who trusted in manslaughter by murder. But they were the authorities right? Right. And Leviathon is the Authority in Japan. Right. Like my dad used to say and I insisted upon, “you reap what you sow.”

But most mothers either murdered their children by government sponsored abortion or raised fools. Right? Right. Class dismissed. 6:58 PM


You look like you came from a long way away from this place. So, I’ll give you the information I think you need and good luck. Mostly there are is a lot of discrimination for any reason whatsoever. Sometimes breaking the greedy financial system consists of knit one pearl two. You just got to work steadily at trudging away. There are honest people and there are honest thieves if you know what I mean. They’ve all got a little panhandler in them. So, if you can work the ropes you might be able to hang onto what you’ve got. But, like I said, there are honest people and there are honest thieves. 8:06 PM


Is this the bittersweet sense of accomplishment or the bittersweet sense of surrender? Three verses of bringing in the sheaves or all three verses of I surrender all? I’m just a lost mass of flesh floating around my head with a wish list of I wish I wouldn’t haves and all my would haves I ran down the road for their own safety while I’m the paranoid one. So, laughing how stupid I am I don’t laugh at you but some that weren’t meant to be just were meant to be in someone’s determination. So, I’ll get to the point. Bloodshed. Simple thing isn’t it? Unless you’re the one bleeding. Or, knocked into next Tuesday of next year again this year. My life means nothing to me because I really mean nothing to you. So, when I do get on my knees tonight, if I do, the melody suicide is painless and don’t pay the faiery man will ransack this collective soul surrendering to the silence that will hear a pin drop. Because of this I will know I am not alone and you just make it more lonely with your constant jibberish of how smart you are and how mental I am that has now gone on now for 30 years as real people who really have this all died and up and coming qualifiers are acquiring table muscle so they can catch a little weight from the constant stress. Hey! The doves are back! There’s one cooing out on my highline right now. While you’re positively IDing me for my coffin I’ll be already gone because I know death is a lot like sleep. But, dormant souls is a myth. No, nobody ever got Jesus’s friend Lazurus’s side of the story so this will have to do. Oh, yea, you’re an amazing bunch. Rats! But, besides that I didn’t get the chance to realize my absolution and your abolishing me I will pray work hand in hand to let me go free. Where would I go? Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. 6:21 PM


So, is the paradise become a prison? Yea, pretty much. It didn’t come in the twinkling of an eye, it crawled upon me like the scorpion crowd we all abhor which is people making money off of other people’s discontent, face slamming and demise. So, rally yourself to their apprehending and realize if anyone deserves Hell, kinda like, they do. Their Hell realizes only their paradise also became a discontented prison. When we are in a condition of victimization their scemes prove as fruitless as their true motives. Ah, too bad, that was a bummer and you only have yourself to blame. So, the scenes of reconcilliation are full of shut up corners of arbitration between oneself and one totally invisble God. So, if you do repent like they recommend you find the bottom of the unfriendly, greedy pigs who only lie to themselves about how much better you are off with services and imprisonment? Your life goes on wishing in one hand and shitting in the other with a job that only pays for 100% of your skills until it is traded for diplomacy. So, my advice is to learn the rules of keeping your hands busy without minding things that bring us down. But, that is inevitable with blood thirsty things in places where things are out to hurt, damn, or kill you because of not what you are but how little of you there really is. Such is the way it really is. Their christian claims put bloodshed on a shelf and crusify it with subversion which led to zillion dollar babies thrown like trash into garbage piles and traumatizing civilization so they are dieing to become part of the christian community which you gladly pick up your cross for as they all damn you with 30 original sinner’s silver coins but at least the noose they hang themselves with and the noose you are going to avoid today will prove one thing. Some hypocrits and some chinese dolls have nightmares where you, or I, carry weapons, which we don’t, but we carry information to a destiny for the real disciples of Jesus who made it here not to contend with vipers but to tread on them which we do today and everyday whether incarcerated or betrayed we are still alive just like Jesus rose from the dead we rise from the dead. As far as good works go I’d figure minding your own business a good work as that is the last thing on their mind. Babylon will fall. Spiritual, temporal, corporal Babylon will fall hard and fast to a hissing roar that many who stake their lives on it and enslave ideas that are based upon law will get a dose of divine providence. I guess God figures one true disciple is better than 100,000 baby killing bastard heathens by a long shot.

Until that time . . . walk in, sit down, have a cigar. You’re gonna go far from this corrupt planet either by crusifying your temporal lusts and excepting Jesus as someone who is true God and true man without the limits we mortals stabilize with ifyers of a justice that is so false it is spitting in the face of laughing kangeroos only to find a kick in their head for a due salutation. Within, without, they are victimizing themselves now because all other religions will give up but christianity, because we accept mortality as a route to a spirituality, which is as profound as being born again to see how they cling to idols, games and damning the innocent who once upon a time flew high to fly low to spit fire upon somebody who would’ve found nothing but death, hell and the grave had it not been for example. I figure people are more or less people and if you spread your legs for the abortion of your fruit of your womb some fool for treasure sure indeed is going to get out the hanger and fuck you in a way that leaves me no more choice than to wash my hands clean of this entire government which legalizes it. These once upon a time human beings are Gods not Ceasars and God is my witness and He says He will repay and I try everyday to believe it. What have I got to lose at his point? 2:25 PM


The dues for blues? I think the blues is kinda God’s payback for a lot of things. Like masterbation, which we all do. Unless you have 30 children or are King David. The dues usually are personal loss that is psycologically inane toward civilization and society. It is indeed rude, suspicious and derelict. The blues is a diary of a lonely, poor scribe who can’t say much more than mama cried or let that boy boogy woogy. It usually includes prescription drugs prescribed by people who want to kill the patient and 60 trips to survive the insane assylums where much todo with weirdos, lost minds and political prisoners. So, here I sit in the pain of the blues. Physical, excrutiating pain from violence by niggers, wetbacks and white trash. Don’t forget the Polynesians. It sings things like Hymn, Hymn fuck him. It is a christian and knows phoney christians just can’t quite believe anything and pretty much they are as phoney as fool’s gold. Let me pet your pussy and getting head fired from Susy Rottencrotch are two all time favorites of mine. It doesn’t cry out from a boner dream “the Lord be with you because the blues knows God is pretty much invisible and non—existant to Country and Rock and Roll. So, let that boy boogy woogy all the way through 18 and life to go until after surviving attempted murder and much violence from enemies, mostly niggers, wetbacks and white trash, and while every 20 seconds the murdering abortions go on just pretend a blow job or a hand job is great because we are closing down to the wire on this horse race. Old whores and old wine have nothing in common. So sexy or such a hosebag? 6:48 AM

Saturday April 9th, 2011 7:32 PM

No, the next stop may not exactly be Heaven but sometimes just the thought of Heaven brings up a tolerance for an unruly world where true friends are going to bother worrying about your stupid ass and you’re going to think about their stupid asses and chuckle a little for all the crap you did to each other and pulled off. So, big hairy deal! Pretty soon life will grab a whole new generation and pull some of them to a Hell where your so called success is nothing that could ever satisfy the wild side of them because some of them will survive to believe only as a true individual can believe because all alone the somber Summertime doesn’t that certain time you can’t believe in your head will ever end. So, it lightens to a “thud” and that four letter word hates them enough to come to it’s senses and say “no” it wasn’t everyone in the entire world that was out to get me no matter what the Hell they presume or to but it was just a silly and simple, if not sinister, twist of fate that you can only hope to God will be the straw that broke the Camel’s back, or, perhaps is just another brick in the Wall. But, I don’t wanna. Okay, they will play games with and for your life and your money and your soul so plan on something as simple as the stupid helicopter blade on the top of your baseball cap so you can fly around heaven instead of hangout with all the coolios, foolios and rednecks and dried out drunks and smoked out potheads as the stomache churns for the lost hearts of stigmatized backlash that wants you dead. A slow, hot red murder. That’s the world. Like a great meal with every dish you can’t have. So, grab your helicopter blade and your bandito cap because dirty deeds done dirt cheap are out for revenge, red hot and spicy, call it whatever because it will have to be slow and painful and eternal. Who qualifies? 6 Billion souls. That’s a lot of blood and I suspect there will be none innocent to tell the tale so you got rooty to toke wisher fisher and silent Bob to become either two of a kind in Hell or you can simply sail to Spain and perhaps save your head. 7:49 PM

Thursday April 14th, 2011 7:57 PM

But, the conspiracy to go to war they hold as their only goal and will be accomplished by continual arms and artillary and tanks and jets and helicopters and men who feel the emptiness of empty provocations. No, the only justice they want is the thrill of holding a decapitated head in their hand of an Israelite, which’d be me. So, for once in your life life clam up when the stupidity of their cries upsets you because they are worse than savages and their cowardice is predominantly world renown. Now you know the for trusting them to do anything but eat, drink and play merry because tomorrow they plan on you dieing. Beside that, their virtue of them is plain yackety yack and as the greedy among them play riot capital of the world so they can disorientate the sound of mind into thinking they have something to gain by martyring the innocent. Shame. Nonexistant to them. Bafoons one and all trying to deceive christians into the honor of their defilement with christian blood. Yea, this is going into overtime. But, it is indeed just a matter of time. For we who believe and know we have sinned it’s, once again, time to get on our knees and practically pray without ceasing for strength to stand in battle for the Day of the Lord draws nigh. Oh, you’ll know the fire of the Holy Ghost when you are on your knees and the Wind comes into your face 50 miles per hour out of nothing, Then indeed you will know God is here. 8:10 :PM


So, what do I know at this time of the night? I know society uses bribes and hands out corruption to the point that this government is practically ruined from within by hidden treason. Sh, sh. No, I won’t sh, sh. This country is a ship sinking at Sea. This next week is going to drastically change the course of history to a forgotten Word of God they didn’t bother to believe. High powered preachers, judges and politicians as well as many, many policemen hand out vexes and curses that the not guilty end up being persecuted by the law of man for. If you are a christian this field needs plowing so don’t backslide or you’ll be spending time out in an 8 by 10 cell. So, this is the way I riot and party. If God lets me die, good enough. But, I’ll never be able to change the world with the world’s, that’s you all, knee on my neck. You think stupidity when you think I am in a futile effort to overthrow my enemies which may be your friends or acquantences. I forbid Satan and he is forbad but you take a bullet or an explosion or a collision to get through your thick head that your number came up. That’s not a threat, that’s just the way it is. Times in this world have been better, by far, than this execution chamber they call america because times were so much sabotaged by war for rights that they are as worthless as used toilet paper. Right now as I type this some government prick is probably reading it via satellite. So, as you die. You will die. to confess to the Lord you were an indifferent puke and a violent feminine fool who wanted sex, drugs and rock and roll until you petered out, burned out and drug me and my name through the sewer. So, revenge I esteem will be sweet and hopefully hot enough to take out the garbage. From there you can just stand in your spot on a mole hill in Hell as the white radiation infuses you with more damned pain than even a burn victim from one of your worthless violent wars could conjure up as the reason for his heroin addiction or blindness or paralyzation or loss of limb or all four of those. So, even if it doesn’t pan out you know the thought was there and people say I’m no good and crazy as a loon because this Winter told me to to keep Christmas in my heart all the year long. You’ve got a lot of enemies america and the worst one is your very own goverment. The reason for the season once again 33 years later is treason. You ever read a long, long book? You can pay me now or pay me later. The mechanic. 3:39 PM


That does it for that time. There won’t be another time. God has a way about himself that sees to it the harder the road was to get here the harder it will be upon those who dare die in their tracks along the way because some folks love hamhocks and some folks love pork chops and some folks love vegatable soup but rollin the roadie gets so frustrated with old wives tales that he could’ve told god where to jam it on his own without every white nigger and their cat trying to pave the streets of mirror polished gold for the God whose image we are made from to chew tobacco, spit, turn to Jesus and say, “if you ask me that one more time I’m going to slap you.” Which he did. He asked him again, got slapped and ran inside the house howling. That and black strap gum is the only thing I care to about here 40 to 45 years ago. I think, take this job and shove it is an understatement and a bad day of fishing is better than a good day of bullshit like my country right or wrong that sets them down by the side of the coast hiway, where they load a shotgun and blow their freaking head off while erbyers wonder why. So, don’t blame me for the good music and don’t accuse me of the demonic music because sometimes the God of Israel is not good. Sometimes the God of Israel is EVIL. I am thankful that I have the hope next time it will be you instead of me. 3:14 PM


All these bastards and only a few children. So, why feed, clothe and shelter them? Is it really christian or is it the guilt and self worth trip they try to lay on you as another burden just went up in smoke. They’re pretty good at understanding why they can’t, so maybe they can get a clue they are trapped because they couldn’t and/or wouldn’t. They just want to do it their own way which they found profitable only in the extravagant fraud and sometimes violent corruption they condemned me to, you to, themselves to. But, I found a way to get out of it that they will spend the rest of the thing called time without the memory I possess. It is a warranted deal Wally that sometimes you don’t have to lift a finger to truly let your mind be free. What of it? Yea, what of it but my way and a one way ticket to personal, physical, profound, actual, spiritual, intellectual, powerful glory baby lay it on thick, that they or you don’t have the mmff to get over the WALL no matter what schwartnigger. Well, you truly did it to yourself so as I’m handing out the gold in Heaven I’ll wonder how the proud grave of the thank you master crowd of pharisees gets a load of their death, their hell and their grave, built and delivered in person via schwartznigger to yours truly to give it to ya both barrels. Well, if that didn’t hurt, your conscience is truly a fat and lazy hog who sits by the stye and wallows in amber dreams of being simply 100 pork chops which will be served at the Marriage Feast of the Lamb which I am invited to via Lord of Lords of Lords, King of Kings of Kings to take my place among the enchanted like Lazurus. But, it was a pleasure seeing the worthless truly get a handsome face waste of their boney pride which leaves me no choice but to argue in a dream with how it is and how far you’ve strayed from the mark. I mean to save your soul but you won’t get off the nazi train headed east out of Berlin in 1945. There you are and there you go and choo choo you loved the world to the extent you’d kill, steal and destroy the messenger, if you could, who delivered from the angry face of fate and destiny the orders to cease and desist on the killing as every lame excuse for that and crime roared amongst the darkness of the vampiric Moon as things get chilled to the bone in dark corners of anxious hell where you know you are being stalked by a killer for being there where they think you don’t belong. But you are here in the Recesses of the Pit where you’ll have to be pulled out or escape by crawling out which you may find the back way or a back underground route. The nice thing

about this is no one is involved. Don’t lay your treachory on me. You don’t know me from Adam and no, I’m not Jesus, as a matter of fact I come from a long line of losers, some pinkos and some friends of gypsies but what’s it matter to you? You are there and I am just an afternoon from the past who knew wise guy dumbasses would find victims of capital crime their fondest spite because why not? Do I have something better to do? Get a job? Get a wife? Get a life? Their phoneyness wrapped up in a farm wife’s bisquit, smeared with butter and jam. Oh, hell, yea. Listen to the silence of the dead. Isn’t it the way Satan has about himself that all involved wish they wouldn’t have? But they did. Some chase their burglars to the Hell of suicide. I say sometimes when you’re young you just have to wait on the Lord and sometimes you have to endure the Wrath of God because when He wants a lousy drink of water and smart assed soldier boy gamblers want to give Him vinegar it’s pretty personal beyond words how you can snivel in for my and try to rob the worst nightmare that you will experience in the disrespect of the dead. No, you’re not going to wake up, you weren’t alseep. You were hypnotized. Man, stupid is as stupid does. Jesus will be back. You’ll run into Him in the strangest places. But, you, sir, are now on a mission that for the meanwhile is much more important than skinning your weasil on animal kindness day. Millions and millions of Universes and here we are racing to the end of certain things with certain inalienable rights that some folks see otherwise. Some things die with a shot right between the eyes. Yea, but you and I are still alive, boy. 4:10 PM


Tired and brought low by only being prayed for retaliation. When I pray it is usually against people’s position, which I figure are frauds and they stupidly, like a chicken looking around, take persecution not as persecution. So, I pray violence upon them in physical pain, emotional distress and spiritual hopelessness. They wanted nothing to do with reality truth but the prayers for their demise are going to continue until the Sword of the Lord does what it does. Made fat on the necks of losers like that for everything they think, say and do I ask to Jesus be made an abomination before the Angel of Death and I ask the Angel of Death to destroy them. That is my Sunday prayer as I sit here in time brought low by persecution because this time in history has been here before and ended only in governments such as we’ve got being destroyed and many being sent to war for a worthless cause as the perpetrators of unjustness sleep with the dead and soon enough, very soon I pray, will perish into the pits of Hell. Is that love? No, it’s pretty much an eye for an eye because I can’t pray for someone and many whose god is mammon and who serve the mammon of unrighteousness while my person is really going to answer truthfully to God The Father and God the Son and God the Holy Ghost. 3:50 PM

Wednesday May 4th, 2011

Mom’s birthday is today. She turned 83. Holy Toledo time just goes on and on. It’s always something. People are happy today, I can just feel it. Although an old veteran, who wasn’t that old, ed away and had his funeral today. I don’t want to write hometown news but some people in this town trade small matters while trusting God will have a few words of His own. I get real quiet when things are happening because I found out things happen and things change, as sometimes that changes your very own entire life. What are self evident truths? There are no such thing because each person is an individual who probably has a Cross as big as the Saint Louis Arch. Simple things to some people aren’t so simple to other people such as building the Pyramids or the Golden Gate Bridge or Boulder Damn. All these assets, to some degree prove things , this country, this hemisphere, but not necessarily this world. Because this world I’m in will end but if this country, this hemisphere and this world play their cards out and play them in order then, the world will be handed on, or served, on. 3:59 PM


Some reasons just are proved by God. You don’t know them, ever. For kindness you get your betrayers, your benign judges who get pig fat and think they are the law. They are the law of murderers and cops who are dirty from the day they commit their first coverup of murder to their date with a vampiris in The Pit. I hope he, or she, feels delectable, because they will be bon appe’tit. There are many desperate demons who haven’t had the success of killing as sometimes the streets are no place for drunk, brave tourists who want a stroll down memory lane to find them in the dark ages to pretend they aren’t called the dark ages for a reason and the enlightenment of your faiery tale justice is a bunch of assholes busting someone who has the courage you can’t even imagine. 8:59 PM


Crazy like I’m on drugs or crazy like you’re 10 feet tall and bulletproof? I don’t know how many close encounters of the third kind you need but one is quite enough for me and Paul. So, degraded foolio, you have taken to the nipple of the oldest whore in the world, the first invention after the wheel which is whiskey and left the love of your life to the antalogue of winebibbers and old used to be’s for excuses why none of us are worthy, which is true, none of us are worthy, but sober bob who neither smokes, drinks, horses around, nor overeats, as the flames of lust cover you like a furburger in the name of horney cutthroats who couldn’t get enough of the other man’s . . . nor get enough Act of Contritions to fill in the void of one nighters with Whisky Pete and the Mexican Police who are going to take something as the less you have the more your life is in danger. So, sadly you are stuck on the road with an avolanche of old what’s his name’s land of the freeloaders and home of brave second line defenders of freedom. So, there sits my hero for none to see. He’s not picking his nose nor sneaking around although the danger is abroad like Hell under wheels of burnt rubber. They all don’t make the news for too long but they are here. So, remington raider, be it that figures out the depth perception of everything from the sober jewels of ruptured last second torture to the holes they build for the wrong end of a deal so out of control that I don’t know where it’s coming from or where it’s going but to eternal repute on the library card of The Flash and the Riddler who take life as is with no yesterday’s in the way of a hard hump uphill and over dale toward a screwed up sleep that may as well be on a pile of chains. Then they come back to Christmas and if Christmas holds the cards my wait for it will be followed by another Easter as free and clear, sober and non greasy as gramma’s duck. How’d she do that? I dunno. I guess grandma knows a little bit about everything under the Sun and Moon except the reasons she’s going to Heaven to play silk stringed golden harps while Groucho Marx tells her to go shopping, gives her a Golden Sovereign and tells her it’s all tax free like an Elvis tune. But, this is a day when shopping for pregnant once upon a time virgins even gets old riley Q tip a smile because they can’t see the self humiliation I do like a religious circumstance among a missile barrage of extenuating circumstances so fido and old shep and barney and boo can wait like good dogs for the door to open and get some gravy train that is really just scraps but they love it dearly and it keeps the boogey man

away. Sure, we all suffer loss, but my share is self inflicted just like Humphrey Bogart with greed for something that’s going to take a brainstorm and the action is fast and the plane left town about right now disguised as a big rig. Oh, it was a semi tractor? Well, that makes it alright then. To practice getting your mind off the guilt and pain the society of little miss little miss can’t be wrongs stifles you with because I don’t care enough to not care just a smidjin about 4 fluffy feathers on a fiffer feffer feff as long as the billy goats gruff is told along the way because you don’t want me, you want the kingpin. The kingpin is Sam, son. Sam is the Devil. 2:24 PM


Met my old girlfriend at the Taco John’s the other day. She made herself as small as possible. She pretty much betrayed me and went to the ways of easy, easy money, bar fly and crankhead secratary. She looked like 52 years of the road, ridden hard and put away wet. It sure was nice to see she is everything she sowed. She puts the ug in pretty much lost. So, she left in a big hurry and I got my order and sat down. Then a she whore and a he whore got their order and she wanted to sit in the Sun. Whore’s ass and him paying for it. These losers I never want to see again. Cheap, sold out, disgusting. Funny what 21 years of waiting on the Lord Jesus brought to light by those couple of examples of the popular society that churns up baby’s blood as sure as they go on to become vampires. Egads! That’s what they become because they are going to need the money and mammon, which among other things, is a Vamp. So, I ate my two soft shells and apple grande’ and iced down my tea and got the Hell out of there. That’s what I left. Somebody’s once upon a time perhaps but as of the other day they shall find their own atrocity every time they look in the mirror or pump the mule for a cheap thrill at the price of a cheap meal and “it’s” company. Like shootings at abortion clinics, “funny actually.” Don’t forget to file down your teeth Count. Maybe you should stop sitting in the Sun also you idiot, most likely to succeed vipers. I hear it could turn you to dust. Ashes to ashes. Dust. Thank You Jesus for laughing with me at those nobodies because nothing from nothing leaves nothing. ing Shadows. Once upon a time . . . but that time was squandered on chemicals and cock for the talk of the town. 7:08 PM


Last night was a sickening time. Thought I was going to wake up dead. Hard to breath and vomiting. The light was on all night long. When I woke the radio was on and it was 9 AM. A Sunshiny day. Light wisps of marshmellow against blue. Puffing on a carrillo cigar. Trying to lick the psycological wounds of a yesterday and all the yesterdays that added up to nill. Like a radiation clamour of chaos. One more glimpse at a heart crusified under the crusifiction of head, body, and virtual spirit. Taken to the cleaners that gave the remedy to the rag barrell of patches for uniform mends. This day makes even less sense than yesterday. 10:43 AM


Single misery loves double money. Single women love double money. Short people have no reason. Three countable facts of life, love and nature in the 21st Century according to Garp. I’m in love with middle aged women who look good in their asses with faces that tell a tale of a hungry love in a timid smiling hell bent for leather love of ion that puts me in a confused peril that enlivens my spirit and sparks my zeal for God, life, and picking up lost love from two not too lonely hearts. Because, in these last days there will be pleas for a love Satan has stolen and deranged for the sake of the road of apostasy that shall find like I did the Good Shepard loves His Sheep and lays down His Life for His Sheep because “bang” He picks it up again and speaks to the dead and they live again, here or elsewhere, in the probability there will be one more tomorrow to find out why love is such an irreconciable and stubborn front to all the assholes who now swear they are not the blind leading the blind simply because they hear the voice of the Son of Man and those that hear live unto everlasting life. Suddenly you’re all in and don’t hate the fix nostalgic society falls into with the grim stories of the nightlife, her luscious lips parted slightly like a kiss left on John Lennon’s imagination. And, oh God, wouldn’t you know you’ll never see her again because there are twice as many, twice as beautiful with the same faith of Jesus as spit and polished boots on a billionare. Take this to the bank. You are not broke. Beauty is beauty. That’s the way it goes when you love enough to have comion and ion like a spread of Culinary Cuisine that reaches from horizon to horizon and beyond now being made in the Kingdom of God because I know a thing or two that you will come to believe more than the words, the power of love, but the actuality and raving madness of those who have it when some stupid dude actually tries to snatch it away into the cupboard of a greedy demon. It don’t work for a moment to deny there will be a fight at midnight and may the best man be made to grease it up, tell about it, sell it, and serve it. Satan, you belong in the institution for the criminally insane. I’m sure they’ll know what to do with you there. 3:32 PM


Just one more night in the believer’s voice of enduring life. Nothing like the real thing and the real thing isn’t here. Hookers and believers believing one more tomorrow isn’t going to turn her away. One thing is one thing and a few thieves make your journey twice as tough when the thieves are hypocritical when it comes to maintaining their prickishness because they aren’t going to be upstaged just like they won’t be upstaged when Jesus Returns until He does and they are. Besides that the major headaches are what to do with time when no fun is the only fun I have. 11:58 PM


What? Nobody to trust? People wandering out around the little animals looking for someone to give them the truth? Beggars begging for a handout so they can get up the strength to make it to the next begging place? Or, a government where everyone the “honest” folks will take care of are nothing but thieves? So, alone, pretty much, I will stay and thank God, for the only example I have is long dead and gone. At least there is a place where he can rest in peace until the greatest day comes. So, while they wander among the little animals and the Sunset boulevard makes lonely a happy rondevous with time to think until they can get off again on their empty promises and downright lies I’ll just kick myself in the ass for falling into this trap again. God helps those who help themselves. If you can get up to the challenge of believing their intentions are so corrupt they will have to make good decisions for their own selves or just be left alone they can suffer because stupid is as stupid does and no time for laziness to camp at the same table with me because they just want to dissuade people from enjoying their solitude. Yea, they want in on fat, yea, they want in on faith, yea, they want to waste it all at the arcade like a hillbilly in Hollywood with the deed to Grandpa’s farm for a night on the town. Oh, this could go on, but you get the picture . . . half the world starves while they waste no time begging for goofy pleasures that keep the people who really are dieing without a word and a country that could be dropped to its knees by one shot. Love is trying to have an answer and finds the last mooching disgusted paradox of bible prophesy could talk the talk but walks the walk exactly like a bum because he, or she, is a bum. 9:04 PM


You swear you are not the same. Pete, you think you’ve changed but you have not. Time? What is time and why is it so damned important? God, the owner of Heaven, Earth, and Hell below has an eternity of it in both directions. So, why do you think He might sample of the delicacies of your profound banquet? If He were hungry He would say nothing, for all the silver, all the gold and the cattle on thousands of hills are His. Yet, you whine like a whelp and suddenly you get a big lollypop. My sympathies to your mother. She certainly brought about a sincere case of wimpishness into a hard rock candy dream of laziness, ill repute, and prodigal ambitions. You’re damn right someone’s going to come along like a messenger of satan to buffet your vain pride as you ambitiously love every strange god you can grab with the mits of your greedy paws. Yet, you swear you’re not the same. A ivistic, apolagetic, half hearted dummy whose assistance is made while hiding under the covers from the boogy man. Just a halloween in June for the Wedding Feast of the Lamb to be postponed so you can get your composure and meet halfway this antagonstic cowardiceness you got from a cowardly kill that is angrily razing hell with so many people they cry and beg for up close pity. This isn’t about comion, it’s about a mob of losers who may as well be the Servant on the Mount who are just yelling, “see me, hear me, feel me, touch me.” So, I do. I reach for the bouy and throw it to them but they are far away and as they go down to the deep of Davy Jone’s locker tonight they will find true profit is going to the unknown and returning telling tales of woe, hypnotization, high anxiety, and horror that churns up bile from the weapon of her tongue. She can cut loose with her roses anytime but when you are within range you better loose that fear in a Hollywood second buster because you are going to fullfill your mission and come back to live a life where grasshoppers like me do nothing but mock antics and play Jimmy Crack Corn on my brigade of banjos all day then sleep in the sand of a trillion souls that went before us without finding what you may find in yourself to make it worth risking your damned neck and your very soul for standing post on a murderering alley of flip vampires who want innocent blood that you will not allow them to approach, come near, nor see, because you are going to kill them and/or run them to radiation hill where they will perish eternally in white hot radiation for the blasphamy of this discovered attempt of fucking catholic humanity out of a God

Given Godsend. 6:59 PM

Thuesday June 9th, 2011 7:28 PM

Save your rumours and remarks for some other spam brain dicknoid scrotumbreath because the illusions I see are downright apostolic while the crap you put up is pathetic. Of course dead people in my dreams for that moment aren’t necessarily dead, are they? Does this life continue into the next like nothing happened and nothing is going to be satisfied, like the Sword satisfies, in the next encounter with things that only take forms as Spectres? This rescue is complete because there are people who suffer for righteousness sake but I know you only give a damn for yourself, your unsatisfied eyes, and your greed. Or, was that a moment of hesitation while you thought the Jesus of your younger days before you went about the world’s ways was going to give your own soul the chance to breath in the life giving advantage He also provides just like here and now? Or, is your brain so bashed against the WALL from the street drugs and panhandling lifestyle that thinking out a certain revelation doesn’t seem to end there? For sure, as long as you are alive, if you’re not growing, you are backsliding into the demise of your own so-called friends ideas of what it’s like. It’s got an orbit all it’s own and the skies of the mind are exactly like the changing skies of everyday because only the foolish bastards who were always satisfied in rip offs and schemes of instant riches not only don’t care anymore but they sorta dissolved right into American pride, which is a subversion because the dirty deeds done dirt cheap and the cheap tricks rock and roll to something a little stouter than this is not a puppy love. You know, I can forgive you of your sins, I can do that. I can obsolve you of them because I know them, like my sins, were done in the ignorance and arrogance of a fool, such are you, such was I. But, you’ve got to come clean with yourself first and realize they did happen and there were living bodies that were tripped up because of them, and we all are guilty of it. But, helping yourself to the Blood of Christ takes the preparation you are going to go into in your life because God the Father Wills it and God the Son Gave it and God the Holy Spirit Provides you the WAY to accomlish it. Don’t think your life is over buddy, because your life has just begun. Whoever said there’s just not enough love in the world just never believed much beyond the shackles he put his own mind in by doubt and clever antics he, or she, thought would impress everyone. There’s a town in North Ontario. But, the corn grows right outside my window to the world. 7:54 PM


Oh, Lordy, we’ve, I’ve got a friggen masterpiece here. The weight of the human race is a simple pawn given to the poor for the sake of a choice between the world and the things of the world because is Jesus coming soon like 33 years ago. Masterpiece? Hell’s Bells we’ve, I’ve discovered America. It’s about time you got here. I’m sick of all these yankees who are bent on playing around with a way that is bound to die because it puts legal in the eyes of man and disowns God by human sacrifice. So, yea, I’m here for the duration of the war on every front door of every human soul that is sick of contrary and conveniant death because the law of man is a biblical hypocracy in their last effort to enslave the Law of Christ that you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free, like me, the only one. The only one who has seen Jesus Christ in His Glory. My eyes beheld the Glory of God of whom gave me a child, sight to my blinded eyes, and a masterpiece of a story. You will find forgiveness in and only through Confession, Penance, Contrition and Repentance. From there the cards are in the air except the ace trump in your hand. Of course the jokers have their way in this world but you are no longer a child. You are a man, or woman, who, pretty much, with the faith I hold and the Word of God you profess has completed to make the way of the Lord, in a way, a straight hiway in the desert. No easy task, was it? Spiritual obedience gets the science of religion 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, cabrone. Nobodies stupid enough not to take the way out of this wild west story because the West is the best and you hold your guns to the heads of the demon vampires to send them a message that their gorging of human flesh got found out. Because, like John Lennon, I found out. You can expect out of yourself to be driven to places in your mind that Satan forbad, but God allowed. You will need your weapon of war, and there we’ll, I’ll find out when we see each other, for I, like Jesus, took an oath. I will never abandon nor forsake you. You may be dirt floor poor but you are my brother and you are my sister. I thank God for you in a detrimental way. Your ways are the laws of man and they are extremely foolish and stupid that drive fair judges to suicide because they don’t understand rejection. The laws are perfect in the Bilble. They zoom in on kindness, humility and servitude. Not exactly what the governments of the world perform. If you have to fight fight for your life and the lives of the innocent, the decent, the fools, and unbelievers, then teach by any means

possible that the dignity God the Lord will and does instill in you will change the world one brick, one peck, one rock, at a time. The sickness I was subjected to was being crusified. But, all in all, Father forgive them for they didn’t know what they do to me. Honestly, you are blind sheep who for gold this government stole, killed, stole, and destroyed the chances. Now, the chances are that you have to nurture faith, hope, love and charity. Four essentials I’ll be doing and you’ll be doing if we are going to meet. Unlearned of the Bible people are screaming. I’m yawning. Don’t be afraid if you’ll feel touched for like I said. I will never abandon nor forsake you but you and I and them are all due justice and judgement. I am a poor man but I like to think I’ve got, and you’ve got a heart of gold. Don’t spoil this moment to do anything but praise and thank the man who made this confession happen—Christ Jesus the Lord Almighty. 4:36 AM

Thursday November 17th, 2011 8:23 PM

So, how did I overcome being murdered? How did I survive from being driven to insanity to laughing at wise guys who think they are so sane and secure but don’t know a thing about the giver of all good things? Or, smiles at satanic and devious life takers who think, perhaps, they have it safe with evil but don’t realize the Maker of evil is Holy and can take the dark out of the night time and put you in dire straits with fear of the noon day arrow for your entire preceeding miniscule of what’s left of your flash in the pan life as you become familiar with hope that doesn’t cover the guilt of what’s in store, thou imbasile? The children of God sin also. But we realize much confession, repentance, penance and contritrition throughout the days not only of being hated without a cause but being persecuted by those who don’t know what they even do. I’m not leaving life one day before God the Lord says I’m leaving, contrare to human, satanic, demonic, or any maliciousness the minders and servers of mammon think they have control over. They the buck like they are noble and promote themselves as such to the amusement of the cob sticking out their silly asses while the stomache churns. So, yea, enjoy your power pulpit with government statistics as God runs His fingers upon the scabbord of His Sword, scratches His Head, looks at Jesus, and they both get on the stage coach to a time of less notoriety because, damn, they are just too famous for their own good perhaps. Because no one can live up to the pride of fat men on a soldier’s battle front as the money to pay them is not there and the human sacrifice they either are, or, are to become, is nuisanced by a Thunder of God on a Blue Sky Day. I didn’t tell you that to believe because I realize you haven’t got an original faithful bone in your body. What I am doing is telling you without original faith from your own self you probably won’t experience the Phenomenon that is God for as long as you live and be a television puppet, war pig, political dog, worthless, less than worthless, occupyer of space that Invisible God simply will take you off the Board of Life some day or night and you will become like you never existed. The point? If you find faith it is because you have the most precious thing in non existance—faith. Until you get some faith your crap of love and charity aren’t worth a disappearing yankee doodle dandy. That’s the point. 8:48 PM


It won’t be long before another war breaks out when Iran gets, or about gets nuclear weaponry and Israel takes them out. Then what? Maybe even Armeggedon. Some people will have their head in their hands as the tears fall but some realized the way of the world is phoney enough to call what it has love, law, justice, and concern while their care went about today in faiery land. So, don’t humiliate what’s left of your soul by being a liar while trying to use God as your jester, servant, and metamorphasized weirdo as He left that place to be your personal trick for u the little bit of pickled brain you have left. You have to do what God says you say but I recognize bribary because it’s one of the oldest scams in the Bible as the past that God really re comes from all the yesterdays you buried like a dog burying a bone. He’s Coming; filled with Wrath and Fury because you and your god mammon has the same cast of liars, thieves, and plain mean people trying to pull the strings with their stupidity. So, go ahead, try to buy friends, but as you’re putting peace signs out and full scale world war breaks out . . . . it was always in the cards, Satan laughing as you persecuted and harrassed me and the ones I loved. Making our lives miserable so you could be the down the road social pricks that are poor, wretched, miserable, and naked before the Lord. When He gets a second look at your face He will be quite angrily disposed of Himself for seeing all the dirty tricks you did in the course of events that led up to you being the exact same Pharisees, Saducees and Sanhedrin that blocked the way, the truth, and the life from those now so sold out that this next week is going to be like a long dead train. There will be no pancakes on the Russian front. 5:47 PM


Flabbergasted is a reason to reason out that it is in your soul you must confess to yourself the sins of your life and your youth so God Who is Just can forgive you and you can go on. Because ahead, I believe, because of certain revelations God gives to people who draw on His Holy Spirit at the risk of even damnation and hard, hard times can rally themselves to have faith in Jesus that the lonliness of isolation doesn’t get you to the point of desperation. I’ve been there twice and both times I took an overdose of prescription pills. I confess. I could go on confessing to you about a falsehood of human nature and the vices of society that are virtually plaguelike and there are terrible WALLS that hold demensia, insanity and trouble. But, out of that I carry this story of a world and worlds within that don’t die even if it is in the memory of someone who has learned to like him or herself unconditionally and drag their Cross right through the cynical magistrates their prophesy of truth. That all ends and they will all end but you and I will go on to find this simple place of mellow and casual comfort that tonight’s full Moon will relate songs of deliberate mystique to as the free bread and the free water as it becomes your supper of gratitude for a Good Lord and a Good Teacher Whose Faithfulness gives Him a Name above all Names even the names of Death, Hell and the Grave. Jesus the Lord came to seek and save that which was lost. I am the least of His disciples and God is my Witness that He saw me sin, yet through Jesus I found out it is His Blood that washes away all sin. May God have Mercy on you all the days and nights of your life and give you the strength to persevere until the end for then you shall be saved. 7:40 PM


One free day I will be beyond these mortal limits where every standard sin is no longer in my nature. All the thanklessness of those and myself won’t be in my guilt pattern, for with eternal life, I believe, comes the rendering of a form of forgiveness that doesn’t leave me here wondering “why did I do that?” The world keeps taunting me and angrily I fell like laying down an auger into the ground around the proud and thankless whose agenda is such a fraud that they may as well give it up if ever they get a hint of the persecution and irresponsibilty they wave like violence in the faces of those who surrender all to the Will of God and hear their name and have a vision that isn’t going to be easy when thinking about activity when the War in Heaven comes to Earth. The Lord indeed Works in Mysterious Ways. I want to throw in all I’ve got but most of that is already in the works. The world turns very slowly between Sunrise and Sunset, Sunset and Sunrise, when nothing happening is supposed to be peace when all in all it is stultifying madness with enough boredom to think watching paint dry is a great adventure. Dinking along letter by letter to someone who preaches not what he knows but what he imagines for reasons he figures, after all the crap of life, warrants him a flight to Heaven as Hell waits right outside the door. Vampiric heebee geebies in the paranoia of the drunks who think I’m crazy and I know they’re just worthless drunks so divisions of reality opens the doors on a fashion of death called murder and manslaughter, where sneakiness and the warfares that are always buried on the dark side of the Moon where anxiety walks by waierwolf howlings and visciousness of serial killers whose toll on the weak and innocent I hope brings the Wrath of Unholy Hell upon merely men who made a deal with Satan the Devil. Sane or insane, drunk or sober, strait or junky, they’d beg for someone to tell them what they’d love to hear, like, it’s not too late. They were caught up in loving the love not the world nor the things of the world for they are going to away but there will always be the Word of God and silence in the graveyard at 3 AM. Find your answers not by the sign on Honest Wally’s Used Cars but inside the digging in your heart as stone hearts smile like wouldn’t it be nice to be me . . . a stone hearted idiot who jumped ship to a remote island and was never heard from again. 1:28 PM

Thursday December 8th, 2011 11:55 PM

I’m going back to a better class of losers. We never abandon hope, we make the enemy abondon hope and then persecute them into submission because good is much more persuasive and powerful than the evil violence because I have ways to make you talk until you are so tired and sing Oh God please help me as you stupidly sow tired. My recommendation for you is to pray exceedingly for understanding that this war and your job and your duty ends only and not until they close the coffin on your ship that is sailing tomorrow someday. I have ways to make you talk, alright? Silence is golden but you are in a fantasy world that changes you from stubborn to experienced for coming along this far and I really respect the enemy because he wasn’t always the curse of man, he was a person who respected life and it is us who respect no one, like God, but we are not gods, not a single one of us measure up because unbelieving and slow of heart to believe because we want Jesus a le carte. That game is distant history now because of the gracious Lord Jesus Who inclined His Ear and heard me. Jesus Christ is the Sovereign King. Jesus Christ has a Name Above all others. It’s all done according to His Word but your stupidity of trying to be someone you were neither called nor chosen to be means you wait patiently and occupy time in a constructive way. Not getting high or drunk then cursing His Name. Because, like a brat you can’t have your bullshit way. The servant is the Master and the Master is the King. Long live the King. 12:09 AM Friday December 9th, 2011 The Lord giveth. The Lord taketh away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.

Tuesday December 13th, 2011 8:11 PM

Hello from the promised land. Or, if I’m still alive and still not gone nuts. Hello from the broken promised land. Or, blue eyes lieing in the pain. But that don’t confront me none. That don’t confront me because right now my give a damn, just like yours, is disabled. So, to the chase. When it seems the blood of people is spilled and no one cares . . . no no one really gets the jest of violence because of two reasons. (1) They don’t survive it. Or, (2) They throw up so many WALLS to make sure it doesn’t come closer so that the victim is isolated so conclusively that the victim’s WALLS are sealed by time itself. Time which can only be found out by mystery. A flat out ultimate and extreme paradox that someone out there, or to come along, will experience. He, or she, may not give a damn for you but he, or she, will find out that mystery and complete the mission sent from a place eternally not too far away that no one has been but the innocent murdered. There’s plenty of them anymore. What I consider is pretty much the truth because lies and thievary are nill and I’ve gotten the last drunk’s friendship in file 13. Are you having a good time yet? Time and space. All you’ve really got. Or, all that’s left of you has really got is time and space. Eternity is of the mind and soul which both escape at the last breath, or gasp. Why do I talk about death? That’s life. Room for another. Your days are numbered so number your days with attitudes that don’t intrude on the privacy of the lonely. The violence of this world is extreme. It’s out of control. So, you must control your enviroment and must control your own being with discipline and things you love. Or, the thing you love. Truly love. When that love fails you you educate yourself more thoroughly in things that are interesting to you. Some people are simply fascinated by the weather and things they don’t talk about. It is a big secret but they are thoroughly lost. They don’t know shit from apple butter. Some choose to be affectionate and some choose to be ornery. It’s like, whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when you can find no no peace because a myriad of ghosts and demons use your place for an inner world activity center. You’re out of here man. I’ll get on my knees and find out how humilty paves the hiway in the desert. In the meantime . . . 8:41PM

Saturday December 17th, 2011 9:41AM

If you want to ask any adult man if they wished their father had beaten them a little more than he did or didn’t have the heart to is a loaded question. Just break the ice and you go under like a brick. Plenty of sadness from this generation of the late 1950’s and early sixties but I want you to know our resolutions to sober up and fly straight are never going to be forgotten from that absolute Hell that demon piss ranks with and usually is for us who survived ourselves, friends, and a society that learned hard and fast that absolute treachory that makes mean dog out of Fido, regular 10 feet tall and bulletproof until the whip comes down and a sinister voice from above the crowd roars LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL, GO AHEAD PUNK MAKE MY DAY and proceeds to use your head for a broom and your ass for a mop as the house is cleaned for peace among mankind who all in all enjoys goodwill especially when it is hot rainbow stew and free bubble up. You’ll find out your alchy factor and your excuse won’t even be with you anymore as either the job goes, the lights go, the family goes, and you slobber your way to the place they take you with your pissed and shit pants around your knees, no cigarettes, and a morning appointment with a pissed judge because you took out an entire family of six while things went black. Okay?! Should your father have beaten you more or not when you continued to harvest the wind and become an arrogant son of a bitch? What does that make your mother? You better listen before you get put, by yourself, free and clear from any form of sanity, mercy, or restitution that even sober people have to do for things like proud indifference when they don’t try to reach out and tell you Jesus Christ is the answer to any and every problem you’ll ever experience in your life whether it be the Hell you’re among in your psycosis and Netherworld as He is there and you’re right, He can’t stop you when you throw him out because He is too nice or too quiet because after all these decades the ears speak louder than any mouth ever has. Him who has ears, let him speak. It is a good day to die but it is a GREAT day to come clean and live amongst the Land of the Living with enforcable laws that you can hold like the great dollar bill that says more on it than any let them eat cake pound could oppress you with. This isn’t a quiet revolution because tears are worth words that the soul and spirit actually groan for from your wife who walked out the door because she was sold out by the idea of a stand that lived with one foot in the grave the other on a bananna peel

by a drunks own idea of castles in the sky. She isn’t coming back because her poverty was so great her soul and spirit groaned from a society that is so jealous of wonderful and beautiful and free people but they will fail in the long run because they can’t hurt you if you don’t let them, nothing nor no one can. Sure, the Devil’s going to come around and sell you the farm, the barn and the cattle for a promise as empty as the bottles on the graveyard lawn but you, if you are wise or want wisdom will pray to Jesus as God and God Almighty as God your Father constantly as the world races and route steps out of this great way which separates the men from the boys through the 3 AM nights while Satan walks into an ambush and is made to stand in the fire by the will of a man who will not be bribed nor fooled by an idiot clown nor winebibber women who died three days ago but we are still trying to beat her liver to death. This subject is closed, make your choice wisely but you won’t regret one sober day to piss on the WALL like Ozzy pissing on the Alamo and getting his ass thrown out of TEXAS forever to find out it serves us right. There’s always someone smarter or faster, but there is no one like your own self to deal with your personal problem and instead of bringing down the house or burning down the house or cutting off your nose to spite your face to clean up your womanizing and your internal lonliness that can’t wait until Monday for a game that ends here and now. If I catch you fucking with me or anyone I’m going to let my feet physically walk all over you and kick your dick so far up your ass you’ll piss out of your mouth. Don’t come around here no more with your cures and your potions that cripple the crippled further because one 12 gauge shotgun makes grandpa your worst, most persuasive enemy, friend. You may or may not survive but you will get neither friend nor foe to have you follow where this world is going and you truly will be left behind with nothing but gangsta cops and Men in Black who found out life is at your fingertips so don’t finger fuck your own brass and waste my time while your heart is as hard as a brick of straw and clay and there are millions of you that I will employ bricklayers and Masons to make you eyes that see, not only beyond your nose, but into the dark and into the past where simple abandonment left either a dead coward or a live courage. You prowl the streets in the Summer at night and you will experience a cast of characters that enforce only the law of the street and like it. They are slobs, wretched and hungry and very defensive. So pick your own plan but mine is waiting until the enemy comes to me, poor, wretched, and miserable . . . not so proud and arrogant jack offs that dream only of those phoney yesterdays of greed and worthlessness. The Sun is bright and this dirty old man has finally cleared my conscience because with Jesus I was never alone and brought scoffing men and women to their begging knees for more milk of the word than lambs go to bottle milk. Just like

playing guitar. Noisesome burden that turns into an axe of truth and TIMBER. 10:38 AM


The avolanche of mediocrity is stultifying to my lungs and stomache as I vomit the cure from my only friend, which is myself. The only one who cares enough about me to be above and more real than the plastic people coming out of the woodwork like friggen cockroaches as stupid people who never learn and know nothings act tough but in reality they will simply and merely turn back to dust after their antics of humanism and power are put to naught. Then expect me to save them but the reason I can is the reason I won’t. They better pull their ostrich heads out of the sand and run for their lives instead of hoochy mamaing deeper into the jungle of dismay coming December 31st at 11:59 PM 3:13 AM

The end.


My confession is this. When I am paranoid I get very panicky and grasp for straws as the loneliness and the nights of impossibilities come on me I drop anchor and lay low. Like a fox on the run goes a devil, the world’s experimenters with life and its darkness. I wish you were here. 2:56 PM

Saturday March 17th, 2012 3:39 PM Saint Patrick’s Day

Sometimes there are trainwrecks we survive, although sorely displaced. Very confusing is the mind when it is filled with images of both good and evil and the mistletoe gets no respect from two fallen apart lovers. The trainwreck separates just like the WALL did. If I could only hold you, I would. Give yourself a hug from me. Onetime I felt as if the corrosion of life’s pitfalls would go unnoticed but feelings are very strong indicators of a life of grand solutions, illusions and the sacrifice of the mass. I won’t be in church with you tonight or tomorrow because I can’t face the altar without revealing to myself the bigger picture of a history that squeeked through today like a starched shirt. No body knows the horror of Hell like that of one that never goes away. But, still I hope in God’s mercy and the Blood of Christ to hold me to it. To hold my face into the fires of Hell with my eyes open and tell you this story which is not a single nor simple story but we will go forward. Whether in a wheelchair or just shy of comatose we will come out of this a better person and a more aware society that when God and Jesus befriend us what true friends of these, some call, latter days, are special trained to remain alert because what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander and we’re giving them one more chance. And then . . . ? 3:53 PM


It’s too nice of a day to die. It is better than what was an open ended sentence that leaves the person who is on the edge of his/her seat from falling to the floor. Love is the ever present, ever illusive, bird of paradise. But I’m just a sandy haired river boy so in love with Becky Thatcher that I am falling all over myself like three stooges. The thing about women? The thing about certain women is that they want a commitment. I did commit myself but that didn’t help as you hit the road and left me one in the middle of lonely too long. I am sunk into the deep. The virtual davy jone’s locker of jadedness and tainted betrayal. No, I’m not angry because it’s too nice of a day to die. 6:22 PM


Here I find the oppertunity to thank God for all the good He does while the world shuffles by. It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks. Nevertheless mountains usually get moved rock by rock by country blues bands. The last cowboy band just left the state. On a lost hiway they follow a bad dream to a hopeful heart with beautiful funky eyes and a clear reason to fall in love with me. As the night gets lonely and the reason to try harder gets feeble the charge in your heart will see you through harder times than he whom is in the world can dish out because greater is the spirit in you than to be put on a shelf while riots break out in humanity’s broken unrest. So, tonight, I’m going to plug in and turn up the night so that you know that isn’t just a three piece toy, this is a weapon of dealing courage into those so strung up by everyday difficulties they see more inwardly than they need to. Introverted does its share of pulling weeds and it is a fortunate me to be crawling out of this cocoon to set up for the show. God loves those who dream unplanned dreams and make that big mistake so that they are forced to get up and get over that WALL that so many persish at the height of epitamy over over there. I’m in it for the duration and there are ways and means that provide you with my friendship for no reason whatsoever besides the fact we are devoted to seeing this through together. Whether it’s you or me or you and I or 1 or 100,000, we will find the gates of Hell again as sure as there is Sunset and we will find a bit of Heaven in the infirmity and help that we receive from good, evil, and notorious indifference. Indifference that is disciplined now so that fool will be counted wise by silence and the wise won’t get so proud they become dangerous because if you haven’t got an infirmity you have God’s promise that if you get one He will be there to share your cross. Isn’t life worth a spit proof of that? 7:00 PM


I don’t take the pain medicine anymore. I can’t live with myself when I’m on it. I’m like a kite without a tail. Beside myself is the destiny of this night. The finale’ being if I pick up my guitar for what it’s worth. I don’t like it when winners cry but realize crying is doom. Sort of like Santa Clause never cries. But I will gaurentee I am in it for the duration. Drag down the battleship chains. You took me for a ride so I took you for a ride. So far away and so much a lost little girl without her Peter Pan. Oh, its not true you tell me, huh? Then why does she pray for me and simply humour you, mister bigshot? You want the jokes? Dig in yesterday’s Playboy. Everything I own I paid cash for and gave up my Huckleberry for this. This again? Same old story. Same old song and dance, my fellow american. Every day is going to hand you defeats but moments when the virtual spirit man within each and every man digs out the worms in the brains and in the guts then you can come back and deal with your fornication and adultery and not play house with full grown men. Especially if they deal with the devil himself because when the shit hits the fan, which it always does, and people run to mischief and to shed blood you can pretty much count I’m going to be in the pile up. Well sargeant bloody sumo wrestler who cheats . . . the day is coming and now is when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of Man and those that hear shall live. But in your too quiet house you will , just as I what we don’t know and what the world could never imagine you dog under the Master’s table. You can spend the night outside the WALLS of New Jerusalem with those that didn’t come clean with Jesus even after living Hell itself breathed down their virtual necks until they understood you can’t do something that has no affect what so ever even if you just feel like it. Maybe its called discipline but I take more stock in discipline than I do the devil’s dandruff or an unsavory act of extreme violence upon a helpless person. What? Do you think I’m just going to let you walk? That would be an improvement because all you do is crawl because you won’t come clean. I empathise with your delemna but my help you slap me in the face over with squash and virtually fuck up a train wreck with a nutron bomb. But I’m still standing in front of all of you with my face upon your face and my forehead upon your forehead so you feel the insanity of Hell. Kinda like ghost rider. I’ll stare decay itself right into your putrid pride and leave you the biggest bimbo and most sold out hideous,

deranged snake charmer in hitler’s district of the Nebuchadnezzer district of the Pit in Sheoul. Good. I’m glad you’re not scared yet mister voodoo because there are also legions in hell out to burn you at the stake and cannibalize you right down to the marrow of your bones you freaking Jack. The path you chose is closed door policy of a movement that you thought you could steal by violence. I feel no violence and human mercy is not on your calendar for a long, long time, cabrone. Now you have no choice but to fold and get out of the game or else you’ll be licking dust from the sandals of truly brave men who know how to take and how to dish it out without treason being called because that’s this people’s way. This people who think they understand that God is able to defend me and no weapon of you, asshole or satan willl prosper against me. The driving force of pain has me way out ahead of you and where you are you’d wish for hellfire to warm your brittle bones but you better be about the business of survival because those figures in black and those black hairy monsters are going to get into your sleep and ruin it just like the ruins of the demolition of Jerusalem as the worlds went and go on. We’re even now. I can’t feel your pain and you can’t steal mine. After years and years of outer darkness you will be a tired, worn out, naked, hungry, full of scabs and boils, thirsty like a thirsty dog representative of the delivery that was made on the killing floor of tin pan alley the last time world’s collided and you chose to kill my head and impale my body so you could whine your troubled arse into the absolute regret of your actions all of you. Believe in Jesus. Believe in Jesus. Yea, and it were better for you that you had never been born my murderer Judas Iscariot. 11:48 PM


What? A hissing? An abomination? This is the road to Hell alright but it’s not all good intentions. Some are downright paybacks double. After what I’ve been through and what I go through you local yokal tyrants can get ready to report to Hell with your bedroll. Yes, you are in bigger trouble but I just won’t leave the fear of God and the treachory of Hell to your vain imaginations. When it comes true, and you are there eternally, it is then that I will take my place at the right hand of the victim of a different crusifixion in a different time in history with the same cast of characters and usual suspects. Proud, self righteous pigs who always want to act like “hey—live and let die.” And think things like, “I can’t think for myself.” Or, “I was going to repent but I kept backsliding until I was skating on too thin of ice.” The subversion of myself you did for the greed of your sinister, putrid hearts that shall rot within you as you now must struggle everyday to merely keep your head above water. Jesus is alive and doing just fine. God has wraught Judgement this fine day. Thank You Mighty God. Blessed be His Holy Name. 5:40 AM


Sweet Lola reminded me the train always leaves eastbound out of Berlin at 2:22 AM on Monday mornings. On that train goes the dead of mind, the beleagured of salvation, and the various night people who love the dark because they are unidentifiable to their soon to be victims. That’s how it went. A train of time travel that sends death squads to enforce the law of treason, betrayal and cold blooded human sacrifice. Tonight I will go out, like I used to do, and I will have coffee and write. The people who may come in I will not know any more than as the strangers who are lost and looking for light in a dark dark world. 8:35 PM


They could control my comings and goings but no man, nor demon, nor woman, can still the fire of the Holy Spirit that is with me and is within me. When it’s time to repent, I do. The remission of sins gives me the indulgences of my senses so my senses don’t fall into the traps of people and demons and night creatures unprepared. I am willing to fight again the faithful fight and my chief weapons are the crosses of the past and the death spots where I was crusified and left for dead. The Lord Jesus is a good, holy, and wonderful leader. He answers my prayers and gives Himself to the dedication of my vision from Himself so that this world doesn’t go into such a blind alley with a false mirage that we can be like the world. For we can be no more like the world than we can deny Jesus Christ is God in the flesh and the unity of God and Man is only through the One Who abides in my heart with the wisdom to see you as you are. Alone, angry, and pathetic when it comes to the affairs of what life either becomes or you become from the influence of people of position who are out to defraud your freedom. You know the truth. You will become free. It’s more than their false hopes of fleshly desires. They are like a washed sow returning to the mire. They gag at a gnat and swallow the camel. Truly if you are on Christ’s side, even in crusifixion, you will also be with Him in paradise this very day. Lord Jesus, me when You come unto Your Kingdom. 2:26 PM


Another day. Keeping the confession and repentance going in the promised remission of sins so that when this hopeless world ends I, in spirit, go on. I will go on. Whether on the air of a dead, beat, grey day or living a life of silence as the world magically figures out that no matter how big the army or how many the men of war God is able to turn the tide, bring back the Sun and totally confuse with madness and shame to tears the proud and brutal with His intercession or one Angel of death. So, I wait. I realize when the world brings you to your knees you simply crumble because that is the fall guy’s days and nights of trying to talk to a God, THE God who is testing that certain person so He can be faithful, if need be, unto death, just like Jesus Christ the Son of the Most High God. All the other gods are false from Alaah to money to the american government to Satan the Devil. So, don’t fool yourself about these being the same as ever days because the time is coming and now is that the dead shall hear the Voice of the Son of Man and those that hear shall live. Live for what? To make it through the night to see another day. As long as it is quiet with some degree of peace and/or decent, fellow believer, or friendly company, man or woman, you pretty much are safe and sound so you don’t end up so frustrated or have guilt so possessive you eat it. People do it a lot. They hang themselves, overdose, or blow their brains out. God was able to save you for the purpose that you know that He knows that without Him you are dead, damned, and sent to the furthest regions of your mind to know why that half the time you are your own worst enemy because you toke that number, or drink that drink, or drop that acid, or mainline that heroin, or snort that meth or cocaine, or worship that which is so deceitful that it’s only motivation is to send you to Hell without the knowledge of Jesus Christ because Jesus didn’t play a game with His Life. He came for a reason and the reason is us. Finally to tell you that people, at least one, for it is I, did die to violence at thr hands of murderers and at that time I did not only hear the Voice of the Risen Savior and lived but my blindness from being blinded and my paralyzation from being impaled and by shocking death were all for example. Thus I heard, saw, and touched Jesus Christ in a prison on the Camp Pendleton marine corps base where I was crusified, yet I live. Some things may still befuddle, tempt or frighten me but mostly it’s just unbelievers who if they don’t change and repay Jesus Christ and God the Father for the Faith they

showed just now by telling you the truth their fate will be worse than that of a stray dog for there are demons and there are evil spirits and there are unfriendly ghosts, there are human consuming vampires and there are night creatures like wolves, waeirwolves who won’t think twice, like a cop or a soldier might, and begin to haunt and deprive you out of your certain inalienable God given rights so that you begin to be more and more apt to virtual beastality and animalism and possession so that your ruin will physically and insanely go to the dread naught gut of a Hell so dangerous that you, the hunter, becomes you, the hunted prey. What has God wrought? God has wrought a light in the night that the demons and the devil himself are not able to contend with because I am indeed a patient waiter and since Saint Paul I am the only living eyewitness alive although there were always apparitions by both holy spiritual and bazzar alien and evil dark forces. So, is your faith still is as blind and are you still ready to give up the faithful fight now that the beans are spilled? I don’t forgive some things and I hold the unforgiven things like skelton keys to dungeons of dragons, vampires, waierwolves, black hairy monsters and people like Judas Iscariot and Adolph Hitler who know me well enough to realise you are safer and a lot smarter than you were before it got dark, which is now. 8:38 PM


So, another day. Slow, like that slow train coming. Tangled up in rules that they expect me to obey but I can get to Heaven a lot easier than they ever will, cabrone. Just up the road lies another foolio who likes the fact he’s an artful dodger but death will laugh over every one of us in 111 years. So? So, yea, slow down on your port to the blindness of the night. Another dismal, dangerous, and long summer is going to cart away the believers and the unbelievers because someone is going to get drunk and forget about the way that always ends. Like me. a.k.a. yours truly. Yours truly gives not only the good things I may do to the Lord but I confess my sheer regrets at having met such a crooked bunch of vipers that if I decide to go gunning for them . . . . ? Oh, I’d like to. That’s about how my true feelings are. But as well as I like to do time in jailhouses or state charity and correction facilities I’ll request God brings plague, famine and pestilence to follow my enemies right into the grave. So, Jesus asks, “do you know what spirit you are asking?” I respond. “The spirit of vengeance, justice and just being tired of living with a bunch of god damn persecutors who might get what they came for. What my God? Would it be a favour to let go of caballo diablo so he can stomp me into the dirt again? I knew you’d understand. 20 years from now I’ll be long, long gone. I don’t want to see them, nor hear from them, in my heavenly abode because there are many, many planets like Earth with just as human Saints and open minded victims who addressed their persecutors with a smile as they were fed to the lions or had their smiling face beat into the floor with the butt of a rifle until they were dead who never stopped smiling. Oh, yea, it’s a disturbed world alright. God. You as usual are the only thing right in my life and their blind faith isn’t so strong that they won’t Judas Iscariot you or me as many times everyday as they can get away with and they’re getting away with it again today. The Sun sets and they sleep with the dead and take on the spirits of Hell with every inhale yet don’t wonder about things like I wonder about. Like restitution, revenge, justice, a lynching they did to me many times, torture. You have favored me with life and life to its fullest. They are nothing but a bunch of angry, blood pressure heart attacks ready to happen, just like me. But because I am stolen from out of my finances, my life, liberty, and persuit of happiness doesn’t make them my enemies. They are your enemies Lord. Playing a game of no return on other people’s property lines. So, may I piss on the

WALL one more time to remind you how dense people just like me get when we are so subdued by their slander and deceit. I guess maybe you forgot how badly they tortured you before they murdered you after they hated you without a cause? Similiar story in my life but the fact that I am a sinner. I take it to you, Lord. Apples and oranges? More like the waters of baptism verses the unquenchable fires of Hell. I wish them death and that they may never see your Face God because in Your Life and my life and Jesus’ Life they were always so jealous they plotted rebellion and revolt against ONE GOOD THING. Life itself. From witchcraft to chemical insanity it’s all going to change the moment I and them go to different fates and Destinies the moment we die. You better have your drink judge because eternity in a thirsty Hell is longer than you can ever give me for kicking you to the curb as you hide out in your Sunday churches which are no more than dens of thieves along with yourself you reprobate bastard. Go ahead, you old bitch witch, call the police, call the sheriff, maybe they’ll put me out of my misery. Again. 6:17 PM


A little further down the road. A wee bit more enjoying time as God provides. But what I really endeavor to achieve is freedom from my bad habit of smoking. No one who smokes doesn’t sometimes wish . . . this is it, no more cigarettes! It is up to me personally to quit lighting up like there’s nothing wrong about it. That’s what I believe but when the cravings? When the cravings come simply put it out of your mind Rollin. Think upon the good things of life like the fresh air and not stinking everything up instead of croaking from the raspy voice of too many cigarettes for far too long. Or, croaking physically from a heart attack if I don’t get lung cancer. This is it. I’ve made up my mind. I’ve made an oath to myself. 8:48 AM


But a dream falls by the wayside faster than a drink after a long hard ride. You play a junky game of enough only when you prove the frame of your eager lifetime was the right violent act to do. After the funeral you find yourself petting those whom fell under the Ceasar government that always wants the cards stacked on an easy kill. Take this job and shove it. The naked envelope of money holds the crime scene like a fortunate whore who no longer plays queen of the forest. No, she just waits for the men with handcuffs to lock up the victims of her scheme. So, here I sit. Mother’s day. You can’t say I hate you enough and I can’t say I hate you enough because we were pulled in by the down drag of the stone. One day is as good as the next anymore for contemplating revenge but the most I ever get out of it is reasons to not let you or them back down because you will stare at the WALL for all eternity until you have the dream. Sometimes God does get even in your lifetime if you just talk to Him. 10:38 AM


Bad news. My cat Tomiseena is missing. She is a good pet for 10 years now and I sure am worried that no good has fallen upon her. If you gather with determination you just might end up with a soft spoken thief who sells you the farm sight unseen. But we all know the story of green acres. Sometimes I want to drink the wine and beer of fools who catch irony in their fist as they wander off into the crowd of vain indifference. Alas, but some are not like that because some died to be born again unto the marvelous light of christianity. Society provokes them amiss with straight out thievary for which is like a sharp poke in the eye. I believe the Sun shines on because of the great mercy God loans us so we can sustain our hope. The pressure and the stigma is rampant among those who think christianity is a vain thing even as Bible prophesy is right under their nose. Sometimes I’d rather see through them than look at the cold hard hearts of a wild branch that was never grafted into the tame branch. They are a dangerous lot that will follow after destruction like a heat seeking missile after a hot trail of a enger plane. It is a corrupt, direly misled, dangerous world of so much apostasy that they don’t realise today could be the last day before Heaven turns the key to paradise and locks up damnation in a Hell so full of torment and dark powers that some worship death, hell and the grave. But this is life among the ever gracious Blessed Savior Who couldn’t see me die in such vanity so He raised me again to life, from Hell, from murder, and from the tomb. He is the reason why sometimes I pray to die in my sleep so I can be, again, with Christ the King. 5:20 PM


Undertakers and under handed judges all drink the Blood of Christ like kings but at least the undertaker has enough of a heart to respect the dead and what some of them died for. Worthless to less than worthless judges are just up there to sleep with the dead body of Molley Hatchet who kills by planting a hatchet in the skull of her lovers while fucking them. What a world what a world. Obstinate I’ll be to the authorities because they are taking me to the cleaners with their pagan law attitude that I owe them something. Here, have my middle finger fuckhead. Tyranny is alive and well in Witchell and very prominant in south dakota right down to shocking persecution. You can bet someone upstairs is tapping His finger for when they go before absolute Judgement and Justice and they’re standing there with this pagan law wardrobe that they call righteous. So, I’ll just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico. Take all your lonely whores and put them on a school bus then run the bus over a cliff because we can’t see the same and they pull strings on zooland cops like Hitler’s mustache is important to them. Just a delusion in camoflauge. What you get or what you see? Things that don’t come easily and things that just wash down the sewer or go up the judges nose via a hundred dollar bill. Really really phoney. A world where there is no love, just greed for that which is not theirs and all the tomfoolery that goes along with a system that is so crooked it has become a Babylonian abomination of desolation. The Lord will hear about this because Jesus had them pegged 2,000 years ago before they envied Him for His Life, Truth and Way to see to it they would eventually inherit the hot dark winds of a Hell so intrusive that payback will last an eternity. Pleased to meet you I hope you guessed my name. No. No friend of mine, Lord. Just a thieving greedy dog. 5:16 AM


Get ’em killer. What was I supposed to do when I’ve been handed the death sentence more times than John Wayne Gasey, the beat, torture and kill guy, the Boston Strangler, and Jack the Ripper all put together. Definately some stress. Stress that wrings out my guts every night along with those dreams of occupying a piece of literal Hell that no wimp ever escaped from but I am here to tell what revenge my enemies will be subjected to in the dark ruins of Gehenna, Sheoul, The Pit, The Recesses of the Pit and Hadees. Then you get into some certain areas that really bring the first kabosh onto your ever enduring run to escape a platoon of nazi men in black uniforms out to run you down and torture you beginning with a long, long chase through desperation, thirst, hunger and extreme fear. Zee Fueror shall hear about this. You’ll see him in Hell alright. Glad I was just sent there for an example of God that the only thing you have to fear is fear itself as society tries to sleep with every hosebag who can’t say no even though she promised she would she could not keep from betraying her own shadow. May God judge her harshly because she found out the hard way that faithlessness and the dieing faith of an unrepentant heathen atheist will find only confusion when God talks her out of her bitching witchcraft and whoredoms that spread like peanut butter and wild fire in her life of woe, sarcasm, and ill fated love. So, I buy time cheap. Some here would give a zillion dollars for one more good year while I’m just getting my second wind. Some men are just evil and wicked unkind men who fall hard via the stern hard rudder of disciplined patience. Humpty Dumpty sat on a WALL. Humpty Dumpty and his closet drunk judicial fags, bums and chemical burnouts are going to crack open and run out like snot from a sick cow. Don’t cast your pearls before the swine. But, yea, I’m just buying time, uh huh. Do your jacking off three or four counties away. Do I know why no body can run a candy store in a whore house? Yes I do. There too much fucking overhead. The skelatons in the closet all gave way to dancing with jacks that think my good attitude makes a lot of sense here in the heat of battle while the self righteous dickheads hang around in the nipple of a booze bottle pretending they are going to out smart the ambush Elijah set for them over 3,300 years ago. Thank you Elijah. Jehovah is God and His Ways are perfect. This mob of baffoons can’t even bend over to tie their own Sunday go to meeting with a hangover black patent leather shoes. Oh, yea, you are going to

dream great dreams and they are going to try to ground you inside a prison or insane assylum for realizing the how to of reading between lines of truth and the crap of newspapers, TV and radio news that is as worthless as tits on a boar. So, who do you really believe? I believe time will tell because no secrets will be spared in the humiliation in those that forgot that God is always Sovereign even when they make plans to beat my head into the concrete but I still am not scared because the best they can be and the best they can do and the best they can accomplish and the best they can render in their own lives is fraud and will run smack dab head on into mischief. Lie your way out of this one thou reprobate. No. I don’t think you’ll get laid by anyone but a she demon or a vampiriss who is smoking cannibus right now like she is really someone who is as desirable as the best catch of the day. You enjoy your time my friend. They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them. Remain silent if you’re ambushed by the enemy because they don’t know or do know of the True Jesus Who we make laugh out loud with these boyish antics of a yesterday that was subverted by wicked witches and cocky drunks who want a fair fight as long as they can bring a gun but bare knuckes is all they’ll have to remedy their pitiful, pathetic selves as they do get one thing . . . enough rope to hang themselves, one meal a day and one hour of sleep when under the scrutiny for their notorious deeds. My time is going to be spent today fraternising with time and readiing my Holy Bible and enjoying the Spirit of Grace, Good and Truth and the judgement necessary to establish domestic tranquility in the midst of vampires and witches whom the dark shadows mysteriously circumvent to terrorize their ding-a-ling nerves which needs a shot of booze so bad they rub their lips in anger and disgust as I pour a glass of lemon lime koolaid over ice and believe harder and longer than Old King Cole who has a merry old soul and a merry old soul has he. This world is sometimes such a struggle but the peace of the Lord which sures all understanding will upbraid your deep depression because it was of your own free will you stuck your hand into the cockatrise den and now suffer because you thought you could out smart God and Jesus Who is God Incarnate and lay your personal burdens like a cross on my back but God Himself has relieved me of duty to your purpose and I serve Him and myself at the same time because God helps those who help themselves and God helps those who help others by their hearted dedication to routing fools and freely sticking to their guns and helping others whom bastards mislead with an easy smile and a tyrannical dispostion that they believe is indispensable until it is so useless they wander like a drunk blind man to their pleas of justifyable homicide which they feel they had to do because their outlandish pride was battered, bruised and humiliated. Sounds like everybody’s story but I refain from being around killer sharks who soon will be

floating belly up on the Ocean of tears they must now cry to get right with God. Some never will. Their hearts of stone drag down their victims and critically cannibalise on the antics of a desperado who found out also that the proof is always time alone so by God you can either work out your salvation or you will sleep in a grave that will be rebuked from here to kingdom come when the Lord actually does come with the clouds. It was bound to happen but so many love their possessions to the point that they cheat, steal, rob and kill for more. They want the jackpot but the gambling in too important matters of life and death, love and hatred has them hanging on the line like clothes that are three sheets to the wind. Busy bodies in other people’s affairs until other people decide this injustice gets the attention of something a little more real than kangaroo court socialitic humanistic secular indifference. Can you hear me now or are your life and times reports mingling my blood with your pagan english thou bigot? I have to warn you this is all going down in my records so that when, the Omega of time comes, you can understand what situations prevailed to cause you to betray the trust you found out you were tempted to indulge in and what example it takes to show you that when you stomp on peoples rights and inprison someone’s liberty then say it was for your cause I was enlisted to perform the dieing word of a very great man who went peacefully because not of what I said or how I said it but what I kept to myself and in my heart pondered the sin and the misery of guilt. But I am not that man anymore for I have been to the foot of the Cross and repented sorely while the best you can do is snide up to practical thievary like it’s an art. Your disposition will change when you find out in the next world I will remain silent while the Court of the Lord goes on for I do plead the Blood of Christ which was shed on Calvary and proved in my life that point A leads to point B which leads to point C and none of it comes cheap nor easy for me but I did it; point A,B, and C. Sometimes my peace strictly depends on your peace because I serve the God of Peace so don’t make me deliver you to Hell on the premise you are doing something new and original or that I am fooled by your envy and violent lust. I’m not amused by your tricks of the trade because it’s all garbage that is fit for the fire. I can look my victims in the eyes and apolagize or write them a letter but you seem to think you’re untouchable. Here comes my witness who is true. The difference in our addiction to life is a unique rondevous here in the table spread before me in the presence of my enemies. Here it comes down to the senator’s suicide plea. You who are without sin cast the first stone. You are forgiven because Jesus’s Truths and Jesus’s Words are all I need in my wretched life to make me who He made me. If I need you I’ll just look under the first rock and find a depressed old drunk making love to his tonic and gin. 9:48 AM


What’s going on? Evil is going on. Plus jealousy. Plus the judge is drunken on the blood of the Saints while Texas executed men who did the dirty deed to someone who didn’t survive it. What’s going on? Wonder WALL is standing right in front of me although you can’t see beyond 5 minutes from now as freedom starts howling like the wolfman. Your troubles are just beginning because this government is a gerry mandering apostasy. Let them think and paint themselves into a corner because they are paranoia stirring up the witches cauldren because Jesus and I pretty must see quite a few of the same things and pretty much see eye to eye oh thou of high blood pressure and a gut that tells of your eat, drink and be merry line of crap that makes you about as much good as if I were standing next to a cow pissing on a flat rock. Dirty tricks won’t keep you safe in life because eventually you’ll take your own life and the vanity of your way is as the bridge to nowhere. Saint Paul is laughing at you. He is laughing you to scorn. My sentiments are the same. When you have done to you the same things you have done to me? 4:35 AM


God doesn’t give everybody the same will to survive the slings and arrows of outragious mankind as they talk about attitude and glower in the crap that makes them so hypocritically perfectionistic while they walk the streets as free men when indeed they are bloody handed murderers who are setting themselves in good for a Day of Wrath that that will be unparrallelled in history. We can’t live together so we will die together and may God have mercy on we who have waited and watched and the undivided wrath upon the physically, emotionally and psycologically violent who play a game of the devil’s delemna with me who has seen Christ Jesus in His Glory while they go on pretending their way through words that have no doubt. Their mercy had to be at the edge of the Sword so that I could be free to tell this story about a world of proud peasants who railed up against rainman and inherited a life that is so alone that love finds the dreams that come when the darkness starts pulling sorcery upon those that are marked for Heaven while drunken insanity reaches the gloom of devastations that become shacks of poverty for the sake of those who are blinded by the american dreams where making broken hearts and giving the victims the bitter grape of injustice became God Almighty Jehovah’s Strong Indignation so as to shatter their heads like glass and hardened clay. You can believe it’s coming. My strong hope is that by tomorrow morning an Angel of Death will show up and take away me with the news that I left behind sent to those who think they got away with murder that the weapons of torture . . . . 7:40 PM

Friday June 15th, 2012 8:50 PM

People are looking for a secret to hold but secrets never die a death like other things because all secrets of the hearts of mankind and womanhood will be revealed when we come to the place set aside exactly for that purpose. People who blindside with violence will tell an interesting damned story about how jealousy, envy and spite made then smack another person in the face do know what they’re doing. They know it as sure as they jack off in another person’s mouth who is just as disgusting as the first bastard who is satanicly usurped by a pagan society who sometimes get changed from that helluva life that turns worthlessness into hope while the guilty fill the hospitals with their own victims who want the world to know they are innocent men and women that society lays a cross upon that they won’t lift off with one damned finger. No they won’t. They’ll keep adding onto it with their phoney advice and their phoney comion and their phoney empathy while the victims are cornered and have no choice while the government of bigots, thieves and murderers can no longer win a war because it is as senseless as putting a square peg in a round hole. But, to be contrare they jam it in and wonder why they don’t feel right about having to have a life that was so in the shadows and underground in state poor farms with plenty of insanity that the state used labotamys and shock therapys because they had the power and authority to crusify in the name of the law just as the government, especially the communist, liberal, conservative, humanistic, pagan, nazi, fascist, heathen cowards who soon enough will know when they have trouble they will not look upon me nor count upon me to do anything but put my tongue in my cheek and let you pave your own way to Hell where forgiveness is as naught as the artful dodger because the games have begun to bore me into the realization that this corrupt world is free falling still, after all these decades, into the abyss where headquarters are the only sane and safe place to pull your bullshit act until you find out what I am talking about means. You’re going to Hell. This Earth will be surnamed Hadees just as Judas was surnamed Iscariot and betrayal is your game that many fall victim to and ively give a lame excuse of their relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ until we stand face to face in a mortal death adventure that whether I win or lose you will perish in Hell and I will be on the lips of a God Who will not suffer His Annointed to see corruption as you sow the tares of evil, cruelty and wickedness which will prove

to be as phoney, corrupt and illegitimate as the faith you’ve claimed you lost which never existed. Jesus is my Witness and I am His. I think you better bend over very very far and kiss your ass goodbye because suffering and pain in the place of eternal retribution will drive you insane in 3 seconds. You will be condemned as a stark raving man and set to among the many places of evil and dark Hell. The Lord giveth. The Lord taketh away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord. 9:13 PM


I feel like a child cast outside it’s mother’s womb before the full term. I feel as empty as an empty grave. Night train express is leaving as the wine and the water me when candle lights are gleaming. I, too, am the Resurrection and the Life. The Resurrection you made me to taste and the Life you persecuted to death without a cause. You hated me without a cause and proudly killed me to do god a favour. Now you sit like I do, alone. Always alone. Life will not treat you fairly anymore and your own body will become the tomb of your eternal Hadees. Can the leapord change his spots or the Etheopian his skin color? Yea, you took every mask of the devil to fool around here unto the assured damnation of your very own soul. You have the spirit of a murderer to go along with your eternal silence. 11:19 PM

The Ultimatem

In the never-ending tunes of this, that, and the other. The other showed itself in the 20th Century. But Spiritual Blindness and Sin discrempated the venue. May the Massacre of the 21st Century find the Souls of Those who perished in what came to be Saved. Since the beginning of time, God has given man to serve Him and Seek this thing which is called Holiness, Obtained by Repentance of Confessed Sins. A turning of “the minds coincidences” to capture a look at the far side of the Wall. The wall without coming back dead. Bless Jesus, oh, my soul. From the Pit in my gut to the emptiness in my heart I wish I could cry tears of blood. But the only recompense is from works of the proud. Those who were once less than worthless, an empty vessel, full of pride and indifference. Little quips they stumble on and I’m sorry about that; but rolling over a Sunday is faster than the way of a cat. No wonder they have nine lives. I hope our curiosity doesn’t lead to our extinction and demise of the faith that left One God on the reins of a Runaway Stallion Called HUMANITY. Perhaps I am a bit panicky but HELL isn’t frozen over for you or me. Crystal is on the wall. Kathy is under the table. Everyone, including me, are not able. Is Cain sorry he killed Abel? Once upon a dread-lock day. The Devil came to play. But maybe the Love God gives us is enough to Repay. If it is something besides war. Because fighting is something not, everyone can or will do. Not to fear is foolish. God will repay those who hurt them I love, and care for, and the poor may remain last, but at least most of them are more than sheer survivors. I pray they obtain the means to persevere until the end, for although I believe mankind is suspicious I don’t think any of us or them wants to provoke what we don’t understand. Understanding is what I care about, because, although unfair, there is a Way, , and SALVATION. I have been the culprit, and I have been the clown. Yet God Gives me the Word and I try to run it to the ground. I may believe that, and you may not care. After 46

years of life there in Heaven, this will anticipate a prayer. Thank you for saving my life. I ed from the variance of how, to the desperate futility of ion and love. Nowadays, war is occupying a powder keg in a tinderbox, it seems sometimes. Because Jehovah is in Heaven, all is well on Earth. All power and authority Jesus is given by the Lord of hosts. Believe what you want to believe but always believe the truth. Don’t be deceived. There is no reason for me to tell you these things, except for the hope of fulfilling my duty to God, the country, and hopefully to get the tinder box acquainted with history, because, as we know life for modern humanity is getting fresh and desperate for an act. The Divine Intervention that will bring The ANSWER besides beating A SORE LOSER NAMED SATAN, DAY AFTER DAY, NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, DECADE AFTER DECADE to hopefully the amusement of someone who loves to read knowledge. Live it through brethren, forgive me and forget my assaholic, self—righteous, touched Jesus way. Like the sign I read, “this is my corner of the world.” AMERICA, you got FAITH and stubborn ingenuity. And WE THE PEOPLE got you. Thank You Lord and the Heavenly Host. Humans can break your will. Satan can break your face and body. But the Holy Spirit instills discipline and strength for the battle. The Lord God Jehovah. The Lord God Mighty in Battle. Bring it on. Your reward may not be an idea of anything different than the Dark Ages, Ishmael. But the King of kings of kings wants no man to perish. You can bet we are wary and perhaps very full with fear of the terror coming out of the persons who fight the Holy War. Persons, places, things. I do believe I need to repent. May the Lord sustain the fading, fighting planet Earth. The Lord is in everyone, even the heart of the rebel. We break bread and drink wine in remembrance of our Savior, the Messiah, Jesus Christ. You are invited to do just that, for, done in Faith, it, indeed is the Body and Blood of the Son of God. GOD FROM GOD. Light from Light. True God from true God. Begotten by the Spirit. For God so loved the world that He sent His Only Begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not die but have everlasting life and at the end of time dwell in the House of the Lord. Thank you for letting me obey and truly, in my heart, be sorry for my sin against your journey. I’m not accustomed to your religion but what I see of it it’s poverty, chastity and obedience. All you’ve got left, we the people of AMERICA intervened in because of this thing called Divine Intervention. It can work out. It will work out. Even the desert shall

bloom. My name is Rollin Woodruff and civilization only wants attention. Some things you don’t want to know in the Holy Bible, just like I imagine there’s some things you don’t want to know in the Muslem faith, both with divisions. But, MAN, is it worth the lives of 10’s of thousands of living souls? Not to my God it isn’t. We are both as wormy as a bottle of Mexican tequila. That’s a bad Yankee joke. I don’t know your ways, but I suspect the Dragon, the bloodthirsty vampire, Satan, the Devil, fooled us with his form of justice. No superstitions, just speculations. It’s 2:00 A.M. and I suppose I am only living in a moment Christ died for; God the Father provided, and our Forefathers; cherished, relished and sacrificed for. You owe me nothing. I owe you what 2 1/2 years of silence provided, in my heart, brother. It’s all vanity, I get angry and end up like Jonah under the gourd. I’m really just trying to say that I’m trying to help. But you’re so busy with want, want and even if we are different, neither one of us can fix anything if we don’t know what, about ourselves, is busted. We sit in our powerhouses as the suspicion and paranoia flare and we trample, and wage war. Here’s speculation, only the cat goes happily away after he’s been bundled up in a burlap bag, tossed over the clothesline, and beaten to death with a garden hoe. Sure, Iraq made war justifiable to some, but after all the small time bribes some folks deal with, as they haven’t a thought in the world for the down loading, and angrily mob up to street fight? They thought they did God a favor when they crucified Jesus. Don’t push the envelope every day unless you figure the One who created the Arm can’t reach out to Save or Scatter. I forgive you, and I would forget, but there is this certain thing, called, MYSELF that bares witness and I know the butt of your joke is old as Sin. The wages of Sin is Death. Okay. But the gift of God is Salvation through His tender mercy and loving kindness—Grace. My head hurts and this isn’t helping. When I pray, I believe in truth. It’s this truth that sets me free. So you go ahead and out your destruction, your bribes, and your attitude of liberty but, I tell you this much. The Lord has revealed Himself while you wrecked families. Put the brave to the shame. From a bunch of fucking cowards! Well, ya’all, I guess there is freedom of speech. If you like being beaten, blackballed, or sent further than the French Foreign Legion. You see, it’s about 6 months later now and the old criminal, political, social anti-Christ way of the world has the blood flowing, Leviathan chased around down south, global insurrection, sold out for the infamous 30 pieces of silver. So, this thief at the Right Hand of the Crucified Christ, Repents, Believes he’ll send you a Blinding Warning. Yea, an Eternal Warning.

Especially to Those Who Don’t Trust in the Lord in All Matters. Hell, Death, and the Grave included! Don’t have a Prayer in Those Places now popping up all over the globe. After the lizard came the horned toad, set free and piss-ant lazy to fuck me over. I should have shit my pants instead of coming. At least then I’d have something to do. But, night after night the evil looks in my face, spits in my bashed in face and laughs out, equality, liberty, tolerance, yet, as always you creeps are like me and JackAss. Can’t believe for seeing. The rubber pawn evacuates today because the slander and deceit of military politics is like throwing babies to wolves, drugs to junkies and missions to fools. So, beyond what I’d like to do and beyond what I’m doing is later on this morning where I will probably kill no one, might get robbed in some way, or go farther into debt by the word of man, which, I take little to no stock in anymore. So if you bought this for the “hilarious” rambling of a schizophrenic crucifixion then you may have come to the right place and I just hope we will always have some hope because Hell is an awful place to perish, especially by wars of manmade carnage known as terror, violence and wrath. They can chase that bitter Bishop of Manhattan Mortuaries to a Final Damnation because all the gold, oil, and cattle, etc., won’t buy you the Discipline to Figure Out This Late in My GAME, in the 21st Century Just Where the Hell hell is. Or, the way out, or, Whose Going to MEET YOU there, beyond the green, past the hope of the forefathers, to a distant land called Time Backwards. Yea, go ahead and say all the lies in the world, whoever you are, but I think you all better wake up to the reality that, The Game of Life and Justice are just that. When you think you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Because onetime, for a Culmination of Ages the bastards like me who fuck you back, don’t, so go on with your voodoo medicine, your eyewitness eyes in the skies, transgression of laws and justice howl, slap your thigh, get high, puke up a maggot, throw a stone from a glass house or whatever, because everything you do while away comes back to you, along with the Rest of the Way. Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord have mercy. Traveling one more motion of time in the gift of a game of time and your ass has me almost eye to eye in a fight where it definitely matters whose truth is a bluff and whose bluff is a truth, if you understand what I do declare. Because, in this life you may have as much pain as me, and that, may be your gift or punishment, but to travel time, you understand. There doesn’t

really have to be a reason any smaller than Divine Intervention. A ll things become new because of the grace, goodness and will of the Lord Jesus Christ, I preach on and I may rag about my pain, or others pain but to escape from hell, this hell, is all I’m doing to the stranger, mental situation of persons, places, and things, long ago and not so long ago. Far away, but here again today. Siamese Situation. Political investigation. No one is safe. From the free so they say. If it were me I’d look carefully Tonight. And every night! The reason is self-evident. Preachers are like socialists. Self-control is going over the hill. The best I can do tonight I won’t because I am upstaged by a more austere war-monger who damn well is certain capitalism is the answer, that is; as long as the people start getting whiffs of wind from Iraq. Blood tainted whiffs that make your side ache and your toes curl up. Jesus, don’t be late. So, the bell is ringing, the Angels are singing. More or less they Bilbo’d me out on a boat to water-world. So, what am I going to do? Spit in their face? Shit on their Mother’s grave? Dance on Uranus? Or, just flip-flop one more night? The trenches of WWII were knee deep in water they told. This World War III is a mental, as well as a conventional object. And it may go Ballistic. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and follow the com in/of your heart. You are going to notice wicked evil. The life of the instigator pays a heavy bounty. As you were. As for the world and the women of the world: waxen worse in their poison and paralyzed pride at being the object of most men. Science, technology and art have no more room for some “expert opinion,” but belong in the destruction of the place of all abomination: especially death, hell and the grave. Figure it out! Man verses God. I guess the division line has been drawn. God Damn It. Fuckin’ A. ed by your local schizophrenic. Direly accurate. I guess. So don’t give me any of your policies, legal and medical BS Ozzy, GWB and Slithering Satan. It’ll be a damned cold day, like as in “Nuclear Winter,” all over the world because it seems ya don’t apply abandonment to your lives, until, like me, we, all the people, no matter what, must put complete and absolute faith in the truth of the matter of all situations, Jesus is Sovereign. Be good to yourself. Give yourself a chance. Don’t dance to the Devil’s tune of an Arlington funeral drum. Don’t let the lights go out by a bunch of reports that miracles are for someone instead of yourself. When you really, really need Him, Jesus Jesus will let you positively know whose gonna get the Judgement and whose gonna get the

justice. Because it seems we are just the proverbial sheep being led to slaughter. God Forbid. You know that 50 beat up of us iota. We’re not gonna take it. Jackass with a cure for poison. That is the way they say the world went. Then, the way things go. They’re still trying to pawn that same irresponsibility on me. You’re just dust in the wind. Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn. BAH humbug. I find it difficult to cross that line. There is the irresponsibility in a perfect world.


Yes, it is much later in time. Movements coherse into action. I still find solice, in prayer. Even in waiting and watching. I guess you may or may not know the things of hypnotization. It is kind of a brainwashing. But, nonetheless, it is effective. All the world is offering is a stymied standstill. Wandering through thought patterns I what God has implanted like a wall and the proud heart of an arrogant, jealous heart of stone destroyed by the identified arrow of an Angel of Justice. Imploding itself it was destroyed. Suffering identification is predominantly offering faith in life. People with help, like myself, get an overdrive, overdose of love, life and the light of God. It is a very acceptable time for Jesus to inherit His kingdom. The blue planet. The beautiful blue one. I guess this is my job. To say it is always possible to believe a bit more because faith is something sacred and when the world is full of faithlessness I believe The God of Israel, The One God of Justice and Judgement, Great JEHOVAH, God the Father will do His Will. I believe because of foreknown knowledge of Jesus the Lord I could pretty much count on it. As the minutes turn into centuries this truth, light, and way of His I will be eternally Thankful of His Divine Leadership that works and I hope, pray and believe it with my whole heart, mind and soul. My spirit is alive in text to testify that God and His Son will not ever be thwarted again and Satan the Devil is no match for this conviction. Peaceful thought of great songs that leave evil in the gut of Little Crow and His Band of Christian Soldiers in the night. 1:14 PM


It takes a smart spirit. To beat a smarter spirit it takes things that sometimes only things like discipline, strength, prayer and fasting, sacrifice and DETERMINATION and DEDICATION, discernment of spirits comes along with. Being wary of those is detrimental to yours, mine and our, and the future’s survival. Joy in music and knowledge, caring and receiving the understanding prayed for, mostly in my life by favour from the Almighty, although I am unworthy God found me sorry for my sins, wrongs, iniquitys, transgressions and repentant for them. So, I’m not going to just dump this on God the Father and God the Son, I”‘m taking responsibility step by step. Thanking and praising not only The NAMES of the Blessed Trinity but reaching up, down, around, within, whatever it takes. Socially, yea, I’m constantly slapped in the face by who I consider self righteous hypocrits but this only involves others, sometimes standard loudmouths and gold diggers who haven’t got the gumption I’ve got to overwhelm me and hopefully they will find in themselves some sort of way to turn around on that dead train track they’re on. I do consider myself blessed, I know I’m being sanctified, purged, being cleansed. Everyday now anymore through the anxiety and thievary, the violence and slander, I feel the peace of the holy spirit which obtains for me benefits that which will last an eternity. Once again, get the good things in life, through sacrifice and you and I will get to Heaven when The Glorified Christ awaits and our souls and bodies are glorified as His. That’s what I recommend you dedicate to win. Run to win this race. Outsmart something that is or thinks it is smarter and/or thinks it’s has the upper hand. I’m definately on your side and by His Spirit God will have the final sentence and God will not be mocked. 3:27 PM


Time. Seems I’ve been doing time under unjust, bloodthirsty, war loving tyrants since JFK was martyred in 1964. So, when they do or don’t execute me or jail me again, or permanent vacation me. Will it suck. Like the marine corps, it definately will suck. Hey, I’m just telling you the way it is. We leave hoping for answers but only find the truth through hearing about it through, say, the Holy Bible, especially where the Holy Spirit leads us to in it as the devil and demons almost constantly harrass and isolate us or put bad company in the way and they and it lead me, you, or them to an unfair fight and a violent death. Oh, death. Well, as you turn away depressed and the Saturday night pink elephant high flyers are fascinated by the local whiskey drinking establishments 10,000 demons which you consider not or in the madness consider me insane, you just the edicts of the adder attached to you as you continue along the long wall of alcoholism, gambling, and drug abuse. Sure, it’s big business, it’s big crime, it’s a soul devouring hell. It’s a strange fire from a strange origon. But you choose that path because you don’t believe you have to suffer for the sacrifice, or are thankful for nothing that has been accomplished, and don’t owe anybody nuthin. The music you put out and the music you listen to is hey hey we’re the monkees and imagine there is no heaven is no problem because you want nothing to do with something real. Instead you want the unreal pink elephants and your indictment of what you don’t, won’t and can’t understand. You’re like a snide assed vampire. You talk like a fag and your judgement is for position, bribery and your horse cock attitude. So, weed head, enjoy your laugh now and relish it tonight after your 24 cans of high point tall boys because you are so possesed you’re lucky you won’t tomorrow all the empathetic trash you endulge in tonight. 5:19 PM


Why? Guilt. I know how guilt works. It won’t let you forgive yourself or be forgiven by the people, places and things. The crimes, the anger, the hatred, the tempest, the violence, the words. So, you throw in the dirty clothes and that one’s dirty again because satisfaction is only perfect to you. You indeed are your own worst enemy. I know because I once upon a misery was my own worst enemy doing the nights with music while you stole my wife, my daughter, my home, my family and railed false accusations upon me until all you are is little miss muffet. That’s why drastic circumstances for your desperate needs is going to stop. I realize it’ll probably be you whole life, your whole fortune and your supposed sacred honor but all you ever cared about was a self esteem that wanted to drop a hundred lot of acid and ride into the night on crank, coke, horse and no one to explain to. So, the frigid night air captures your soul and the God of mercy turns His back on you like all the people you turned into such things as cattle for slaughter before they were ever born or before they were truly mature as the satanic media prince of the airwaves wants no responsibilty for it’s high ratings in self righteous, bogus, bigoted, strictly paranoid departure for anything such as human comion, dignity or rights; either legal rights or self endowed. These are observations by a survivor of your crap game mister. Your once upon a time partner in your money loving, mammon serving hypnosis that I broke and will never bare that demonic yoke again, nor be yoked with you as you kill, steal and destroy just like your true father who is not human but who is a satanic demon. That goes for women who have stupidity as deep as their vanity and most politicians who blindly will never see because when it comes to empty they are full of it but their cup doesn’t run over like mine. You want my head on a silver platter you say. Like my sister used to tell me, a skunk smells it’s own smell first. You are one bonafide foolio. The cup you drink from is a testimoney toward your own damnation. Take the bitch and run because you have nowhere left to run to you fucking blitzkrieg coward. 7:35 PM


Just one thing before you get hung out to dry. You and responsibilty are as far away from each other as the proverbial east from the infiltrated west. You won’t grow up, you’ll be lucky if you grow old and if you do you’ll be a spooky old man with more imbasil drunks than Johnny Walker. You’ll probably wander your insane world with more undefeated demons than even you thought you could pull out of your pocket in a pinch. One last breath and you’re no better off than me but at least I know inside from the shell you glean in like a sea monster. When you get to the end of another heart attack you always had it made, had it better off than dumbass me who now calls your bluff and your stupid ass is sitting there in limbo trying to wipe that silly assed smell from your 100 proof breath because your last chance, your only life and your last bribe is hanging over grandma’s black wood cooking stove where she cared enough about her posterity to incubate my mother and she has four daughters before me and I may have not been born standing up with a guitar in my hand nor coming on like hollyweed but all you are is a lost blind man’s noose that is intending to hang himself to escape himself. How do I know? Because I am here with my funeral drum and my foot on a vampire’s throat as the sun is set and it’s gonna be a long hard rocking Saturday night you sorry, sore losing son of a slut. 8:26 PM


All the pissed off preachers and all the happy hookers aught to get together for frozen isolation. They find theirselves in because of their suppositions of pleasure. It pleases the pissed off preachers to rail accusations upon society’s guilty like me, and it is a damned Texas whore with the soul of a damned fool who wants to slobber her sloppy, misfit self into that escape. If Jesus would talk now he’d probably tell me I’m lucky to have not ed them in anything but bad, brief encounters. They were hinderances, not helpful. So, the price is now set on the blood of the innocent. Thieves of bloodshed, without souls, rondevous all over the lust for it and the love of money. Trading it all in for a peaceful existence they will not have. Not in this world, not in the next. I’ll gaurantee it. They will pay the utmost farthing for satisfaction yet it shall constantly escape them. 9:28 PM All that’s left of this night is going down in this book as crime and the antedote. The end of another chapter of a murder that would not perish until justice, against a hypocritic justice that has prevailed in this world since they trusted not in God nor learned His laws and statutes. This labor is from a faith so strong the unpenetrable wall in hell, no man’s land, was blown to rubble and the witch of vexation got fixed right in her stone heart. The people involved with unjust and wrong have this stigmatization that I have sentenced for I have waited on it and it is in exuberance that I am shouting ALLELUIA and GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF ABRAHAM, ISAAC AND JACOB. The fool has said in his own heart that there is no God. We’ll see from here on out who the fool witches and scorpions are for they are a hissing to God. He is going to make an example out of proud, arrogant, innocent blood spilling hypocrits. 10:08 PM


So, it is the next day. Psalm Sunday. Reckless people like me having reckless dreams. Nonetheless, after much regard, the war goes on, and neither of us care much for each other. But, I believe Satan is a trick card in a dream of war. Nonetheless, you are a new card and are easily dissuaded. 3:13 PM


All the pleasure in the world? No, that is a belief that is outdone. This toil is hard on my nerves. Same old questions. Same old prayers. Same old girl. Same old world. Same old shit. There you have it. It is an act of futility to go on with you. I know all I know through suffering. They say consecquences and circumstances. I hope I can grind their faces in their own shit as my start of reporation. Any distance to the moon I find I’ll call. Like a hummingbird I’ll fly. I will fly away from you, as you are, once and for all. Because of you I got betrayed again and many more agains. The thing is you can’t help it, it is what, why, and who you are. You are a witch. Everything wicked flying low under the darkness of moonlight. Everything you despise me with 7x70 upon your eternity, and may you die a violent death. 9:50 PM


Jesus Bejesus and holy Hannah. I don’t want you anymore than I want the foreskins of my enemies. 10,000 of them is the magic number. Or 85,000 of them slain by the jawbone of an ass. Bastards piled up dead dead dedicated. But they want a perfect watch me pull a rabbit out of the hat, oops, wrong hat, surgical, practical war. Don’t stop to pick ‘em up. You are paid killers when you’re out there and hell h’ain’t a bad place to be considering the options are captured and/or killed. The power of the name of Jesus is the only weapon of religion you need. It is the nutron bomb of the entire arsenal of the holy bible. If you have to die for it, your reward, like mine, and very unlike theirs, is great in heaven. Avoid false religion like the you know whos, like the bubonic plague. You will do well, you will survive that son of a bitch’n great whore, and be my very important guest, via Jesus, at Satans having to answer for walking to and fro, upon the face of the earth, not doing the will of JEHOVAH. Alleluia. But the author and arch enemy, whose end shall be all he, or it, is, death, hell and the grave. Don’t ever underestimate your friend and mine, you’ll only be sabotauging yourself and giving away what is not yours to give away. 1:16 AM


Time rolls in like Pacific Oceon waves this time of year, gentle, relaxing. Accusations they make as they run their mouths fixed me to house arrest. Charity pleads come in by the mailbox full every day. Money is hard to accomplish, especially when I’m bound for a place like the Big Rock Candy Mountains. I guess I am a simple man with no shoes, and a boot up the ass. Crazy world. Seems it’s getting more violent and malicious almost every day. Once in a dream. I don’t appreciate my dreams anymore. They just remind me how badly I have to pay for what I used to get for free. Once in every blue moon we find the impossible dream just walked out the door. Get out the Bachman Turner Overdrive, south about Des Moines and rock and roll. She lists. She insists. She ceases and desists. She is more than the love of my life. She’s the reason. Allbeit society is troubled, it is troubled because of fear of the unknown evil. Then, when they know they may have a reason for the example, so if I live or die, God doesn’t hate me and I don’t hate you. I bust under the load of this cross. But I don’t perish for knowledge because who I know is the One whom all power and authority is given, the One who died in my stead. The One who was without sin, pure, spotless, undefiled and me with my wretched wimpering of a cross that buys my way every day to this place that will watch, wait and hear. And crack the case that will hide among the ghosts of purgatory, lost in the floods of a hurried murder of billlions that in it’s evil ways continues to this day. The wind picks up here. I am alone, not because of anything but the danger. Nobody appreciates the danger. 2:45 PM


The rock and roll rocked on as the wind picked up and marked time to the clue of a daytime songbird. Disasterous love affairs found the lonliest day halfway through as the pentagon dissimulated the wrath of organized crime and organized terror. The abortion clinic as well as another got a drive-by and you can just about see a setup. But they don’t want to hear from me. They hate me without a cause. Someday always follows today for somebody, like me. It’s a gift. When the wind rustles through the branches just like a howling spirit that will not rest in peace because of the screw jobs they dish out like abortion dishes blood to vampires. So, if this is the life, it’s not going to find me dead today. Tomorrow’s gonna be another day. 3:37 PM


So, today wanders on. I’m just waiting for the strait jackets to show up and get my tobacco taken away. Real goofy in an insane assylum. Murders and suicides. Nonethelesses and sobeits is all there is here. Complete conformity. Tit for a tat. The doctors? Are you a danger to yourself or others? I hope not, I answer. When in actuality I guess I’d like to see them at the wrong end of a buffalo stampede. Not choked up a bit. But I do pity their nonchalantness. Oh, this is nothing new, it is common practice. A line between nothing else matters and it’s just that way. 5:25 PM

Tuesday March 30th, 2010 12:42 AM

Another long night. Another long, dead night. Another long, dead train night. ion calls with another dead body. ion is a jealous killer. ion, sometimes thinks it would’ve been better if the possesser would never have been born. So, the hatred sounds like a worm in the skillet. A pleasure that holds the owner responsible. But no one is answering. It’s just you and I. You, with all your forgiveness. Me, fed up. But it does not mean I am not willing to consider ion in the name of a broken arrow. Another long, dead train night.


She told me, in her way, loud and clear. And whose burnt out yet? I’m so burnt out . . . I’m an unidentified frying object. Beam me aboard Mr. Chekov, this place is without a clue. All the dreams in one world in one night. All the knights in one knight, a billion, just like the stars in heaven. Paradise by the dashboard light. What they say and what you say, which amounts to little more than a hill of used coffee beans, are not believed. They use outragious antics to my time that I don’t buy into. No, professor Einstein, I am not a capitalistic PIG. Want a cigar? No, you can’t have one of mine! Impatiently waiting on the rain to fall. Please rainman. Piss in the wind, you’ll get the warm, tropical torrent. I’m not giving up, I’m not giving in and most of all in the long run I couldn’t give a shit you shy assed benefit of what didn’t run down your daddy’s fucking leg. You heard it now, and later, by the constant echoe inside your fucking hollow head reverberating like sonar in an endless Sea of Dismay. No, you may not. Fucking cannibal. 2:08 PM I’ll give you three things that are similiar, intertwined and astonishing.

1.The name Jesus. 2. Dad. 3. THE DOG AND BUTTERFLY DREAM.

Suddenly you’re on your way to glory. It’s a remarkable thing you’ll never forget. The person of what Jesus Christ became when He plotted this out. You must be very tired. Take your medicine and give your MEDICINE. It all comes out in the wash. I can’t get no satisfaction. 3:13 PM 03/30/10

4:47 PM March 30th, 2010 Tuesday

Train roll on. Carry on. Semper Fidelis . . . 4:49 PM

Tuesday April 6th, 2010 3:21 pm

So, 500 years from now it’ll be maybe, desecrated. But for now, Satan’s unrelingquished attacks bark at too mean a dog for him to handle. But he tries and finds me still at the helm. His hatred of Jesus Christ the Lord is going to be his work, his goal, his evil way. So, I do a lot of time. I wish I did more. Praying. Because my ultimate hope is in Jesus the Lord. When He shows up, things will change and my victories over Satan the Devil and his demons will be done. This is my work, song and sacrifice. 3:28 PM


People. Some people are angry. So angry they never allow change to be what it is, something or someone different. In the horizons that are tonight and tomorrow, and the dreams of last night, oh hell, what a bastard satan is and not capable of taking away what isn’t his, that God Alone gives to His annointed, His repentative, His persevering people. We bend and we break, but sure enough, we’re back in action with no tolerance for foolishness of self importance, for it’s all about One God and His constant Divine Intervention that those like me who know can’t stop, and won’t stop giving Him the Praise and Honor that He alone is due. If that is sacrifice, in spite of the arrogant and ignorant, and the pains of life, it is as perfect to The Almighty as He loves and blesses. 4:37 PM


Yes, I have been about as shallow as the shallow graves they intend. So, did any of this sink through? As the Sun sinks in the West I realize every intention of a person that that person is sorry for probably will be forgiven if they are sorry to the God of all CREATION. Just like you are a splendid example of me and every other loser who will be given a crown when this beleagured world is either driven to its knees or taken away from the world by death or raptured into paradise where all the great thoughts you ever thought about life, God and love and Glory are given soley by the Holiness of the Almighty. So, what if I am a rock solid believer who has been washed ashore by the storm? You can believe whatever you want but I recommend you believe the truth about yourself, God and your brother. Oh, no, not that asshole. Yea, me, dadblastit. The brother you truly hate because I hate prejudice and I despise discrimination, bullying and the run of the mill antics you perpetuated to land your arse right here. Read this. I saw and spoke with God. His Name I called to Him while in the process of being murdered was the Name I believed in. That Name is no strange Name in many, many households. That miracle Name that gave me the strength to call on Him gave me the Personage of That Man God. There is no other like him. But I, and maybe YOU and a multitude of Angels, Saints and Martyrs sends blessings to your health of mind and body, soul and heart and if not the driving force for the prepartion for the WATCH. A positive identification for it was the main purpose of all mankind’s enemy since the beginning of time. SATAN the DEVIL tried to silence me by the law of man, mental anguish, physical infirmity. Thank God your brother also has a brother, many brothers who hold no bullshit to the Sun and call satan the devil anything but what he is. A murderer and provocative tempter. But, I know him for who he is. For one thing he doesn’t believe God is furious when it comes to his involvement with humanity. No, he believes in the same some poor slobs who get involved with drunken junkies. But he gambles in human slavery, human misery, and human contempt with the jealousy of what a fool has jealous contempt with. He is jealous of The Lord and holds humanity in that contempt. He has power, devious power. Trickery, deceit, slander and poor pitiful devious jealousy. But this I’ll testify to as an eyewitness to The GLORY of JESUS. Not even in the same UNIVERSE. That is something many have in life that stake their lives on and I stake my life, death and Promise of Jesus that

great is my reward in Heaven for being a witness to that vision that almost had the pilot light blown out by death by murder and illness. Yet, I have seen things that are heavenly and great in life and these also were glorious things. But there is no comparison to the G LORY OF JESUS THE CHRIST and what He did for all humanity and Who He WAS, WHO HE IS, and WHY HE IS. The Lord is furious and the Lord will requite the wicked. Satan can run but the devil I know you can’t hide and with Jesus in my eyes, I’ll be watching. You will not escape a second time, and now that I’ve revealed what I’ve known and seen I imagine I have upbraided a good person who was wondering. I’m just calling as a friend, your brother, Rollin 9:20 PM Sunset God is nigh.


You know you can’t give up kid. You got to give it what and what for. Everyone dwells on the obstacle and doesn’t realize what is on the other side is not only the other side but achieving the self determination it took to get over it, which, I confess to shame, isn’t easy and has obstacles and deeds on the way. Jesus is holding your hand, in comion. I know because He didn’t go to the cross for any reason other that none should be lost. I realize that sounds as impossible as we can be, but the road to Hell is paved with good and great intentions. Thank God you are still alive. Things change. 4:32 PM

Friday May 14th, 2010 8:08 AM

Into the furnace I go as a guilty sinner. All my nothings adds up to empty words some find humerous. Like slicker than snot on a doorknob. Oh, yea, like stealing home base. No studys so depressing than studying my own, extremely boring life. I don’t know. Is the hope of being what I’m not the answer? Well, at least picking up things sometimes you burn yourself because it’s too hot to handle. Abuse? I am notorious for abusing patience. God’s patience, my own patience, your patience, even satan’s patience. I mean, when a person is so bored.at beauty he’s probably jealous. But everyone yawns. They want action, they want affirmation, they want appreciation, they want FAME. Robert Deniro? Fame for . . . being hisself. Clint Eastwood? Fame for . . . being himself. I am like a peck on the untolerbly whitewashed one too many times WALL. Horrifying? Yea, it is. Unless the world gets together as civilization people care less and less. But no, they want to run a game and a profitable gambit. So, I let them run. And they can run. Man, they can run through hell like a fully dressed skelaton cadaverer with a bible in one hand and a peppermint ice cream cone in the other while quoting Shakespeare about ghosts from wishing wells with the only hope radioactively burned to a Nagasaki wall, downtown. But no, I’m not too afraid. What would it solve? People live for comfort. I more or less make comfortable the best I can while dealing with everything from the image in the mirrors I never bother looking into to turning you over to God Almighty the real God who is about to blow His top. So, whether you find this or not I don’t care, I don’t see you anyway beings you’re better and set up and comfortable. I couldn’t be happier for you. I guess the reason I want to go to Heaven is because you are so boring it is amazingly profound how similiar to pigs, chickens and cats with fiddles you are. But don’t let me mock you. 8:33 AM

7:15 PM Friday May 14th, 2010

Didn’t mean to intimidate you. I am sorry. A whole list of sorrys. This machine let’s me rant and rave until, unless Jesus almost, in person, intervenes. Jesus is so kind to me. I am happy to use His Name in the devoted sense. Yet He takes me on with no holds barred and talks with me. He walks with me and He laughs with me. Think it’ll work? Windshield wipers on a duck’s ass. Only if the duck flys backwards I figure. I’m not going to come onto you like a preacher I’m just saying, “read it yourself and be convicted and then be prepared to be amazed.” 7:29 PM


I guess I finally need to forgive myself and/or me, myself and Irene. This stygmifycation society and circumstances, that I can do nothing about bores me, it bores you, but the music plays on and on. Schizophrenia. Quite a word, huh? That’s funny, I don’t feel turdy. Anyway, troubled people, I guess are, just sensitive or aware and let the shout at midnight go all through the Universe. Because if God is near, or far, and if He exists He finds ways to help that are sometimes unexpected and sometimes too late for anyone but Satan and the buzzards. Yea, you laugh, until it’s your turn to stop living in a lie, or fantasia. So, I grow up a little Today. Or take it to heart and let the free wind through my window and the Sunshine be the serenity I so often in the past had the common sense to pray for and I have discovered reasonable happiness is so much better, safer, and more productive that trying to wear everyone’s cross. One person, one cross, one God, one seat per enger. Pets are welcome, children sometimes need to be put on leash. Keep off the grass. Bragging is a fool’s idea of glory. And just because you don’t like something or someone, doesn’t make it nor them any less important, or unimportant to God Almighty, Jesus Almighty or Bruce Amighty. No, I am not Batman. 3:51 PM


If I break even, is now everything I hope. Yet, everytime I turn around there’s another point of view. And they make sense. They give me hope everyone can break even. The Lord rewards in His own way. I found forgiveness. ing can plague me without it. Yet, I don’t know why, then I do know why. I give you my love He gave to me. And people give me their love He gave to them. So, breaking even I work for and want to help you to see things in a brand new sight. Yea, the hope of breaking even is a good aspect to drive me on down the time ages and Angel byeways of life. 1:52 PM


This world is a neverending story of good and evil until the end of time. Good doesn’t always win, it seems, but evil is a macabre, exasperating trap that pulls one person or many people down and under. The evil that exists is pulling this world into dark shadows and dark ages. Yet, the love of money and crooked power disgruntles the good people to call on the Almighty and lay it on the line. Which, sometimes is shot down. Violence is from hell, sure enough. People who resort to it have no idea what they are selling themselves into. Violence killed Jesus. Violence continues not some of the time but all of the time. Violence is the devil’s seat, it is his kingdom. 4:00 PM


I want to extend to you and wish you peace before this day is done. Peace of mind, peace of heart and peace within your soul. That the true Author of peace and His counterparts finds you in the terror of the world and will bring you out and sustain you until you can sustain yourself. The true Prince of Peace is, of course, the Son of God, Jesus the Christ. Yep, He paid the price and there are those who’ve done the same as you and worse, who fought His Salvation to get on the Way. Know this, that there are some here who shall not perish until His Kingdom is established upon Earth. Things change and the adversary, Satan the Devil, is going to fool and deceive and try to slander you and all others. But let wisdom be your stead and understanding be your teacher and take council with perfection that is of God and is God. There’s going to come a time when every knee shall bow and every tongue confess He is the beginning and the end, the Alpha and Omega, the Almighty. Something that brings awe upon the faithful when they shall see Him, Jesus Christ as He is, the ascended Person of God the Father, born of the Blessed Virgin. The all Powerful and Glorious God with us, the sheep of His pasture. No one can snatch you out of this information that the world doesn’t truly understand. But I understand. Go forth into all nations. Baptizing them in the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit and give Thanks for the value of hope, peace and love that shall be revealed unto you until you enter into the New Glorified places that God has prepared. It’s not fiction. It’s reality as real as it gets. Something that no ordinary man nor women could provide but through the Blessed Trinity it is the light, the truth and the way. 6:03 PM

Tuesday May 18th, 2010 1:57 P:M

I felt the death of a demon last night. That makes my ice cold Pepsi taste really good. Scarey, very terrifying. My heart still flutters from that exuberation. But this time, I feel, I didn’t let you down. I blame no one but yours truly. And I relish, with fashion, style and grace the victory of the nomenclature that makes God great and America go on. I am an intricate positionist. I will carry on in the steady prayers of supplications and pray to Jesus, Mary and Joseph for POWER. Humbly I ask for a friend just like I should. I would recommend the hurt you are in be dealt with in supernatural, yes I said supernatural ways. Such was Jesus. A supernatural man that made us benefactor for the sacrifices and blessing Thou Art has given to a meager bunch of Pilgrims. 2:08 PM


Just this time. Until it ends in a forever embrace that is so forgiven it became a labour of hope, dreams and reality that exists on wild waves that, at the time, are considered crazy. But, I care sometimes for them, in the reality they don’t understand. Yet, they will pounding in the nails into the hands of the man crusified at the side of Jesus Christ. The one who had an understanding that cared enough, be it to be or not to be. As the winds blew and no one knew, but you and me. The wind carries this soul to the wild peace of danger forgotten and the crimes of life that keeps me engaged in another hope for the usual suspects. 3:12 PM


Some things I don’t ask questions about. I guess it’s because I don’t have to because I figure I know the answer. When the chips are down don’t gamble your cab fare home. Some people are mean right down to the bone, yet they are never alone. Like dogs or wolves they run in packs. When the cold blooded killing thirst is in them they do it execution style. Do you hear me? Cops. Once in an unholy as Hell night. 9:45 PM


Dear Mary. I was sent here to you by Jesus. Keeping it straight. I have sins from my youth up. I am very ashamed. I get desperate in my shame to considering suicide. These sins are terrible sins. Worse than cursing or stealing although they are both. And the Hell on Earth that I know is coming makes me fear. Yea, I’ve been brave in my past but I am weakening and no one cares. I guess before my life is over I may just be another statistic. Who do I see? What do I read? Who I know I love and read. She, like you. I wish I were dead and I wish I were never born. I am trapped in my broken self like a wild animal. I trust no one. And casting blame on unbelievers is a false way for my faults and condition. I am all alone. The Walls are falling all around and I can’t find acceptance in a hurting hurt world that is decimated and since Jesus sent me to you teach me to repent and give me courage again. Thank You Virgin Mother of God. My heart is yours. It’s hard but I ask you to help me make it a heart of flesh and let me know the love of God outwardly and inwardly. 3:29 AM


Lonesome on the edge of forgiven. I guess the person with a conscience never does truly forgive himself out of duty. Raw inspiration sometimes they don’t ire but my Uncle Al always did. He did vote for Ralph Nader in 2,000. I voted for Al Gore. Politics is someone who sympathises, empathizes, yet, does what, it seems, bloodthirsty people want. They do nothing for me because they are not in my will. My will is not their proclamation. Get a roll of the dice system like so called democracy, which when it works, I guess is okay. But the greed of people and high paid embassarios is like nitro when someone gets killed. The buzzards circle. Appointed to look for the low can’t find the low anymore because the uniform drove that crew way underground and according to my sister Jerri who says according to the person on the late evening radio said according to the stration of Obama who I picked in a no win situation presidential run, that I am labeled as a terrorist. Yea, yea, yea. With a love like that I know I can’t be wrong. They think. Everyone thinks their hatred is pure red hatred. Thus being the assholes some folks who just don’t know they are in need of direction? A sign? An imagination? A hobby? No, they need a fucking war. You need a mediater. Don’t waste your time trying to figure out glory because I’ve had enough of the demon inspired dreams of the prior to know you are pretty sick and need a doctor who can realize you’re all lost wolves in sheep skins. Because the problems are just going to get worse and worse and your devotion is just a bribe for the bribe of a hope. Face it man. This country didn’t find it’s way with all too much supernatural light. You are cruel, brainwashed heathens who are furiously being sucked into an oblivion that is going to have you on the wrong end of an outgunned regiment that has everything including the kitchen sink to promote satan to ambition to show how there ain’t a man alive he can’t subdue. So, as you spend the night thinking your a no gimics original, a master, or, ordinary, because you see a schizophrenic so called rollie the crusified you will begin to see. Read it in red words of Jesus. The sighted shall be blind and the blind shall see. People unite while you still have the blood in your veins or you will end up in a vampiric like bad R rated movie of this country that isn’t so invincible because if and when God ever turns His face from me and shows me His back and cuts off your schizophrenic communion and high education of a man of duty, and He just might, Earth will believe like

the craziest Legion possessed son of satanic slob but that perished in the pigs choking. Korea in darkness, shut off from the rest of the world cost the lives of 47 sailors from a submarine disaster. China is in tumult from the abuse of communism and too many young crazy men. There will be no victory if this breaks into nuclear disaster. God will turn His face and may just wring His hands in disgust at the ultimate vanity of His creation of man who couldn’t be corrected, couldn’t it they were wrong, and simply re-create one more time on another Blue Planet a people who would obey Him and repent and live a life that strategized this pre-destined person who was the last desendant of Jesus, for all the rest were murdered and not resurrected. There are good Sermon on the Mount people and I hope they and I will be raptured.

May 22nd, 2010 9:33 PM

Because time does wicked things I will be where I will be. Is that enough grace to know for now? Knowing that somehow I will be in the right place at the direct connection, damned right place somewhere between lost and found? Patiently waiting for the Second Coming which I probably think will be me going to Him like all the others; sinful and sorrowful. Don’t want to imagine your life, can hardly manage mine. Derision and ill repentance but with my hole heart I hope Heaven has room for everyone like late at night at the museum of science and history. Beckoning winds rock the property, the house and tornados are very relevant. I hold the disaster in the pain. People want something that took me a lifetime just to arrive here and now today. Tonight. 9:51 PM

Sunday May 23, 2010 3:22 PM

A nonchalant, easy, angry, blood pressure, sustaining time, afternoon. I’m not much of a serious singer or fisherman. I try to write. I try to fanagle. I try to play guitar. Steers try. My negotiation of my competancy will be fried like a fish. Speaking of negotiating they don’t. They want cold, hard facts. Like—they don’t fill up the cemetery. Dead service do. So, while the generals talk of at least five to ten more years in Afganistan while the Titanic United States and the Bismark world won’t negotiate. Leadership that has the old problems of not being able to see beyond their nose and not thinking everything they have in the world plus their time can’t be taken away. Until you don’t know what you got or had until it’s gone. That’s more than an opinion that’s a reality reality trip. 3:36 PM


I know temptation can be strong and benediction cursed. Yet I also know the favour of the Presence of Good God Jesus is love, concern, a path through even the darkest pits of Hades to lead one out of evil where Satan and demons haunt. I know blessing and I know curse. It’s better phsycologically to bless than team up with disaster and find the devise of one step beyond hope. I hope it happens to no one as they make a little each day as the fires of ion and the sticking flames of Hell, light and darkness proliferate. This is a battle beyond me now. You were born and I believe with my heart that truly this generation will not until, like a twinkling of the eye, God’s glorious light will put darkness to unimaginable flight. Then everyone will hear and see the Word made flesh that dwelt among us and somehow, somewhere, somewhy shall return. Amen. 4:15 PM


Some things like schizophrenia no one, even the victim understands. It’s like having your face scraped on the concrete bottom of Hell. That’s literally the news about it. I don’t usually know how I’m going to make it through the night. One tic at a time. I know I took you for granted. I know you pray for me. Good, simple prayers. But I feel I need a downright miracle. I believe I am stuck. All I do I do for the effort to simmer down the fires of disgrace, the coldness of bitterness, the abnormalty that I am wheeling in my very presence. It’s almost as if belonging isn’t for me. I belong to the wheels that run on painted trails. I will do my best to survive one more night. But I want you to know that you don’t, won’t and can’t do the things they have done to me. 7:40 PM


All alone on a dismal trail. Trials of Heavens. Pangs of Hell. Hello mockingbird. Is Christianity really dead? Or did it cage the Bishop? Is the preacher really wrong for his urgency? Or is he afraid for our souls? Or doesn’t he know Jesus requires devotion? Questions while listening to the panic of an uncertain world that I want you to know when you must keep quiet and simply wait on and pray to the Lord Jesus Christ. That is imperative that survival is under the gun and religion shall be persecuted by those who absolutely hate me, hate you and don’t trust Jesus to pull them out of these very difficult times. Besides that, I do know He, the Lord Jesus will be there at my death, no matter what extremes they go to to execute me, you and any freedom we have. They do this to acquire the dominance of our lives and submission of our spirit and souls. They did it throughout history and they are doing it again. Be brave and resist temptation. 1:34 PM


Aurora! Each avenue of approach I blew you found me. Does a little kindness and comion still dwell in Berlin, 1945? Or the Chosin Resevoir or the 38th parallell? A lot of ruckus for the likes. Each deadly occupation that pays the least but is full of grace sufficient. The cup is in the cupboard. The cigar is lit. The music is playing. Yes, it pays to cover your own tracks I guess. I dunno, does it? And as God is casting into hell the death, hell and damnation you acquire through illegal and immoral means to get a damned justice that has the rabid dog Kujo in your face? Who will deliver you from his hand, coward? Don’t answer that. The Lord God cometh to judge the quick and the dead. So you better be quick. 5:42 AM


It’s down on the killing floor, Jesus take it. They say certain apostasy. They say twisted things and their actions against me and you are violence, in and up to indifferent superiority. What they don’t say is sometimes what is under the hood. They are twice the children of hell than they try to dish out. For God, the Living God is mocked with the innocent bloodshed they dispose into dirt but it is satan and the demons and them who profit off of innoncent blood. They have no intention of making this a better world with justice. They are out to the ruination and damnation of you and yours, me and mine. So, the Lord God . . . I’d say He’s smoking alright. I’ll purge the sins of my life out of me so I have a chance and follow the steps His Eyes and His Hand guides me to and from. The testimoney of our Lord Jesus Christ is my rock and my salvation. I believe I shall one day be at His Right Hand in Paradise when this road is finally finished. 1:09 PM


Jesus! I can’t wait until Judgement Day. Because maybe there will be Justice. I believe every word in the Holy Bible and although I have strayed You rescued me. But like, the ones the wolves pulled down. They are such miserably, cowardly, violent fuckers I hope the heat of Hell gives the pain that makes it worthy of the term of perpetual damnation. I can’t stand it. My pills! Fucking, cock sucking, less than worthless cockroaches. And they act. Oh, but pull the friggen curtain on these murdering, vile, thievary of bloodshed infidels whose mouths rattle on and on day in day out as an iration of these heathen’s god, money. Take them out Lord. Take them all the way out. No more. 7:17 AM 7:19 AM What of endearment do you want me to give You to explain these vipers? Abomination of desolation, war, abortion, vanity, false pride, demon worship, lesbian and homosexual antics, or us, isolationists, incompetants, patience unto blood pressure strokes and heart attacks? Oh, the list goes on and on. Comedians. Real funny there is no one who wants to do anything but get put away with schizophrenia, go on a shooting, take out a family, malice, murder, maiming, maliciousness, human delemna, satanic appearance, delinquent quest of law and order, totally out of bounds of human dignity such as abortion, euthanasia, false heathen leadership, paganism, orgies, whores, homosexual and lesbianism, or us, lonely, isolated, beaten up, robbed, wits end constantly, high blood pressure, heart disease, blood disease, diseases of all kinds, schizophrenia, depression, occultism, demon worship, human sacrifice, child sacrifice, desperation, injustice, euthanasia, human wisdom is a joke. I won’t cooperate. I will rebel in this way and any way I have to. From a baseball bat to their fucking head until I shit on their graves in Hell. They’ve tried to kill me many times and each time it was crippling and untolerably painful but I will call upon You Jehovah and Jesus and The Holy Ghost right here and now and I hear Your Still Silent Voice and these poor excuses for anything much less believers can kiss their asses goodbye from their frantic, cock sucking mammonism and persecution of me because before tommorrow at this time I do predict something is going to happen and a lot of people will either be put to the test or be left for dead, be dead or learn what the Sword of The Lord that is shining in the Sun is all about and make it fat with the blood of these hoolagan

bunch of bribed heathens. Don’t spare them Lord and Your Name Shall become an Eternal Blessing instead of the hissing of snakes that I hear day in and day out here in Babylon the Great Mother of Whoredoms and Abomination on the Face of the Earth Almighty God The Father Jehovah. That is the truth. 7:43 AM


Sometimes I just have to surrender to a good time. I love every minute of it. But do I have to have blood? Or do I have to have men dieing? If that’s the price it just will find me on my knees one more time when I know the value of someone who left an impression on my mind for reasons that I can only feel that no one can explain. That person, those persons, those young men who have my judification that they won’t get as big a problem in getting to the beyond as the people who didn’t give hide nor hair for anything like the freedom I don’t take for granted. It becomes like rocks and gravel and blacktop on their flight to bring me and you to our senses and stick up for the rights they will take away with no consideration. So, as they lay their burdens on the same people who were almost taken away in spirit in a gunfight or killing that they cashed in the chips for me and the witness they believe in and I know and now they are known by the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, of a night sky where they drift across eternity waiting for something I will and do make myself wait for. Sure, I got my way of driving through hard day’s nights as I chomp on the bit and snort the hot air of freedom for I once before them had the same tight reins of the Almighty ride me through a hell where I make a front and it’s not so hard to find a reason to fight when you don’t, won’t, will not surrender because I know the true value of one believer over the multitude of transgressors, vipers and lustbucket crankheads and stolid, importunity seeking self righteous pricks. Well, it doesn’t cut it on this day. Because on this day it is plenty enough knowing you bastards won’t win and the intolerance of justice that costs these young men life, their familys and friends and surviving brothers won’t let darkness confuse me into knowing the mined truth of explorations of darkness that is in the world and will be in the world as long as the Rock, the Rock, despised and rejected, whose light shone on me when I was the Midnight Special standing for a Jesus Christ who separates me from you for sanctification. No, you may know the grave that I escaped a thousand times but if not everyday, especially TODAY True and Faith and Justice beaurocrats hide like hitler in hell the knife of injustice and I say “NO” Hell is no match for not only the glory we become but even the remnants of the truth that saved me is a cross I excercise until stinky, ugly and mean me gets ahold of stinky, ugly and evil Satan and disengages his head. Some people don’t believe and even though they have that, but they had their night in junkification,

apostasy and thievary, violence, innocent bloodshed and human degradation. Oh, yea, I’m not the only one aware, you have dakness and choose to be free but darkness is not freedom, it can get very deep and isolated and as the Wall approaches your nightmares will be reality because God is conditioning you for what you will know when you know the great gift of a light that the darkness doesn’t do anything but flee from. That light is great, and that light is truth and that Light is the Glorified Person of Jesus Christ. I’m glad for you because it’s value is not only more than priceless it is the Light of Life, it is the driving force that is in everyone to the edification to anyone hearted enough who truly wants to escape the chains and burdens of our humanity and mortality and civilizations course that strays, is a lion in persuit, arrogant, proud complete with, if you do fall to evil, which any man worth his salt does, drives you to a justice of satisfaction that isn’t ruled over by satanic horseshit and humanistic vain wisdom which is as void, as you will discover, as the darkness engulfs you in death, horror, demonism. Yet you this, there is no horror that doesn’t hold a bit of truth for we came out of an evil of the 20th Century that is trying to fasten on you and yours like a vampire demon who means evil, intrepid darkness and eternal damnation for the Earth. So, hence forth comes you and I brother. Not amused by stupidity but weighs in the balance our own sins and repents heavily and gives thanks like relishment for the supreme honor of knowing the Word of God Who watches from a distance and can and will be here, damn you Satan, to instill a main matter in forever. 5:56 PM


I don’t want you to be on the hurting end of this deal and it may be so much better to be safe than sorry but risks of life and limb that are taken in vain will find that person on his knees where anyone who ever claimed association with oaths or morals will find life isn’t easy as they hand out heartaches like cotton candy at carnivals and what you’re trained for doesn’t leave, it just gets put on a back burner and you’re cooking with gas. Some infactuations are in giving a plan that you dug out of prisons or rubble who appreciate anything, some disciplines, and even the dreaded code of silence, soberness and observation that knows you are dealing with more crap and don’t even have a pitchfork. The proverbial not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out is a crime in itself as they break you like a potsherd. One thing you now know. I think you just need someone to talk this through. You have had a very serious incident that may kill you and/or has left you maimed/disfigured/disabled/paralyzed/blind/dismembered/ traumatized. Nothing in front of you but a big WALL. Psyciatrically you are detained because of systems that society has involved with recovery. Now, comes satan, strolling along, disgusting, provocative, mean, just another, the other side of you. Elvis sings, angels gaurd, the world that you are taken from, your world, full of gnostically inclined humanity and systems bring challenges that leave you all alone. You find life of being as Jesus planned, a test, a proving ground, the people die around you. But before I go nowhere, fast, before you seek God the Father, before dad dies, sister commits inhumanity to the unborn, you are in the middle of lostness. You hear a catch phrase considering such matters as bravery and cowardness and the negative pisses you off so bad you see in your mind a certain dream of powerful kindness, even tender mercy and loving kindness. Pretty hard to deal with the vampiristic pride and arrogance that your world is bent for, so decide. God rewards, satan deals a loaded deck of injustice and harm. I will to keep Christmas in my heart all the year long. Charles Dickens. You do have lessons to learn and lessons to teach before major disaster makes you know how alone we are in life. The soul of you has been waiting all along to touch. But you are being rocked for courage, rolled for religion and rythmed and tapped because all of a sudden you know there are indeed people in

this life who never had your chances and the more you’re given, the more that is expected of you. God offers a lot of forgiveness when you know His sacrifice to make you understand the annihilation and absolution of sin is perpetual in time, backwards and forwards in time, as you travel time and the quips of the inperfections of each of us and you shine it on like the diamond in the ruff. I respect you in a way I don’t respect others, don’t know what it is, you’re like a kid goat, kickng and bleeting, fearless, an indeed wonderful creation of the Amighty made in His Image. Masculine and feminine, arms, legs, heart, even crusifixion. around brotherhood and sisterhood in the spirit of love toward those who have lost theirs. Silence. They have gone to what you and I have detained for one more day. Everyone knows nowhere has got to be somewhere, from tin-pan alley to the slaughtering floors of murder and human sacrifice. As long as you and I are willing to let these places with their abuses continue we have no Lord’s business, just as hard, if not harder, just as tough, a little bit tougher, mind bending violence and traumatization when the Devil comes to visit or when Jesus comes like an angel in the night. Either you will not have the life or stamina to witness it to another of the reality of the thriller because the heart and soul doesn’t know that your number came up today but God and Satan know you’re all bluff but overcoming injustice with good is my last life because I know, in spite of all these phoneys, you are going to reach eyes no one escapes as upon they knock the soul and life out of you with every . You run and run to hell like no messages were ever delivered, how people are all bad, how I don’t have rights. Piss, wind and bullshit is all that that is. Wait your turn, and make your mark for we will never be in his place again and intolerable curiosity drives your name and your mind to nerved observation. The eyes of the mind will take you to your own soul that knows no limit of height nor depth, time nor timelessness, heaven nor hell, God’s overs, as satanists pretend they have something to offer while madness, mayhem, murder and malice hold the ground in the attempt to dissuade right, cause your soul to perish, fag off their soul to flattery while their dicks do the talking. Many Judas Iscariots, the end, all the same, it were better for them that they had never been born. Sweet talking crap of indifference that you will either use words, spirit and stubborn survival tactics to survive in a generation of unbelieving bastards ready to jump on bandwagons and smile stupidly like drunks and junkies who have no room at the Inn for the innocent. You, as the reader will have a story about the eyes that definately see the unseen and know God close by as far away time tries to pull the rug out from under you with calamity. It’s the 4th of July and the price goes skyrocketing so just go about your business of maintaining your freedom. But, just , words are just words but explanations won’t give a clue to the

future. I’m here, you’re here. I’ll be here tomorrow and you’ll be gone. The waiting game is waiting. Working game is taking a day of celebration off. The last day I had off was when I played with a truck when I was a little boy that my dad got me for Christmas. Don’t claim to have a handle on anything. Have a hard time. Hate bad comedy. Love the good stuff. Wish sandwiches with meat. Can’t complain about your nervous anxiety or my wretchedness. Kick back and relish in the grace. Satisfaction in hoping I got to one person. Don’t care if you’re black, white, yellow, red or blue. Go on tempting justice and you’re going to end up on the wrong end of a man. You’re going to find yourself somewhere sometime where cruelty and pure insanity rule. You’re going to make them make sense in just doing the right thing at the right time, or say, or smile, or notice and act on it and you’re going to go on changing the world everyday. 9:19 PM


You just need someone who knows pain. It hurts, it agonizes. You suffer. You stand in the hot shower, get out, puke your guts out. The hour gets late but relief only finds sleep gives way to another day. Hunger is nothing compared to the stress of damage in your bones. You must roll your bones. Soon, you pray, the pain will ease, as, like knives in the ribs the stabbing of it angers you. But you know this kind of pain does get a new body in Paradise for this is the Devil’s brand. So, get up soldier, if the proof is in the pudding. If you don’t eat your meat you can’t have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat? 11:18 AM


The dead are not dead, they are as close as the next time you think of them or pray for them just like I, or you, pray for the victims of our sins, nature and/or acts of God who tempts no man. He gives no burden but the strength to persevere through the slings and arrows of outragious mankind. The traps we wake up to, the conspiracys to thwart plans, lives and drive us crazy in a world that is dark, frightening and dangerous. So, the quips of worldly wisdom and knowledge make the proud intellectuals sometimes vain walls where they hold you down and put electricity to the head. I that form of their “modern medicine” that they get their jollys off from and I hope they go to hell for that eternal act of violence that damnd near cost the whole ball game. But, I survived and these “folks” I hold to the fire. I can do that because I am who I am and I certainly know who is and who was and who will be and who I am and whom you are and where you are self sold to. 2:15 PM


Oh, yea, I getting thrown in these South Dakota jailhouses and insane assylums and government VA insane assylums. What’s the word? Humphrey Bogart and Ingred Bergman. In life there are some low life bastards with souls of clay until they burn in white radiation life eternally extincts them. Quickly, “Fuck You” you bunch of cloverleaf want to be anything more than peasants in a high stakes game because the only thing you are is a deathwish from me. There is no getting along because you’re black hairballs in the fourth stomache of a mad cow. You are diseased hypocrites who expect your shit hand not to be called. You’re as phoney as a Bill blowjob Clinton three dollar bill or a million dollar Bob Dole crispy critter bill. You run on desperation and people kill themselves before they fall into your hands all the time. You think about it because I don’t have to. You’re an apostasy and an abomination of desolation. You don’t give a damn for anything but hustling the last two coppers on a dead man’s eye sockets. 5:30 PM


This is a phoney world with phoney antics with phoney justice as they say peace while fighting a war that will continue another thousand years. How many have to die? We, here on Earth will all be dead in another 130 years. No survivors. I can’t make you see how wrong it’s gone. I can’t make you see a mosiac trap where you fall, and fall, and fall, forever. While phoney life is the art of taking life, disfiguring it and telling ugly inside out that it’s cool, it’s beautiful, it’s less than the rights the judge takes away for just another scandal they roll in like the Pied Piper. I hope you turn the phoney bad judges into stone cold jackasses. Every night I listen to the same old songs and wonder who deserves to be a star. So, I turn off the radio, play my guitar. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Like stupidity is stupidity does. Nobody loves anyone. Almost, one more day of a world, where angry people ready to blow pour a whiskey on the rocks and melt. 5:58 PM

Sunday January 23rd, 2011 1:52 PM

The day is melting into defeat but I will not surrender. I will keep the confidence that I can pull the hours into a few determinations that will make a front, although breached, to recover. My measley words have the iron to see through this defeat because as long as there is determination there is hope that in spite of addiction and the side affects I go at it’s throat one more time. Because it is a matter that is so very important to my life and for my ability to become a more advantageous conviction because I know my body is better without this addiction that some call social, but is unclean, so very physically, psycologically and financially hazardous that it has virtually buried me up to my neck in a red ant hill that takes this assumption to heart, now that I realise that’s what it is. Today, after being shot out of the saddle by my own hand and craving, I saddle up again for more reasons than I can actually put to words and although I may get physically distraught this attribute is withdrawal and with any addiction I ask the Lord to be with me for the next 72 hours so I can rally the forces of my ego to persevere in the face of adversity. I feel for those who know what I’m talking about and draw courage from their testimoney as the attributes of a few really careful and stubborn days ahead that will prove, I advertantly hope and determinally pray will go down in my history book as a success. I have done it before. Quit. I am now full of ambition to actually see it through permanently once again. I ask Jesus to send me an Angel to help sustain me in this mental anguish. I pray to Mother Mary for her pureness to guide me through these hard ways for hard people like me who am between a smile and a tear for hope and determination to be victorious that may give the honor and glory to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit, as temptation is sharpening its fangs against me in this mortal conflict. Hail Mary . . . 2:10 PM Oh, our Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell. Lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy.


Someday they are going to let their curiosity walk into my life and find me sitting here with my memories and no alibis. But, if Jesus comes up in the conversation they will know before they go that He was, is, and is the realist example of I don’t fear and do care for the people who can’t find the mercy basically because they run a drunken ambience down a road of blood saturated sin. Maybe you know Jesus but I am appointed by Jesus to know Him also as He would be in modern 21st Century civilization for pre-action . . . for another over? For the Advent of an Invisible, Indivisible, Invincible, All Powerful Son of God Who takes the Likeness of Our Father Which Art in Heaven. To Return to us who wait and know the change will be very, very good. Expectantly and excitedly I do wait for Jesus to change it all in the twinkling of an eye. I hope I will see my friends in Heaven. I hope my enemies can reach out for my hand that holds nothing from them when things were different. 6:10 AM


When people who practice malice, mayhem and murder come to the end of their killing, conspiracy and collaberation with the treason of their fellow infiltrators they will find the grave will not be a place of sleep where they wait upon the ressurrection of their bodies. But, they will find the isolation of damnation. Just like they condemned their victims to. Most people don’t understand that, nor consider the places of Limbo, Purgatory and Hell to be an existance of eternal wandering through a darkness that chills to the heart. Forever on their jaunt prepared by God the Father for the enemies of the Cross. The abortion clinics are going to be the crash of this americanism and of every country that prescribes it as birth control and is this a love so blind that gives justice of words to those so innocent they can’t even speak for themselves? You’re all over the place. You fill colleges, congresses, senates, governments, national afilliations, entire neighborhoods and entire states. I don’t doubt God has the power and the way to exact vengeance upon you because I’m sure He will and it will be a better day when I die than the day I was born for my hope in the Lord is just like His Mercy towards true believers and victims of crimes so bazaar, cruel, wicked, evil and violent, it is an infinite Oceon. The joy of the Lord which sures all understanding are just things of the knowledge of these realities. God is not fooled and His testing grounds are where you either bone up on courage and get rid of the pepper in your sexual organs or suffer the consecquences of a society that gets very cruel because they are paganistic cut throats and wolves in sheepskins as they were when they were first born baawowow. Their money bought them an early acceptence into the college of calamity, chaos and corporate corruption because it is their god they worship with tired ambition to make their greed God’s blamed disgust. That’s what I love about God. He gives you no respect because He indeed blew the first breath into the naked bloody man child or woman child we all were born unto. You are either sanctified unto Heaven or damned unto Hell. That’s the freedom of choice most don’t choose wisely enough to remain sober unto the benediction of forgiveness through confession and repentance and don’t even talk about comion amongst the heathens who are proud pagans that tell only the victims their cynical, sinister way through examples like abortion, labotamies, and electrical shock “therapy”. Oh, we’re going to go all the way around the world today. Blimey. So, heathen

brethern, when your father Satan the Devil calls you again tonight like he did last night and will again tomorrow night . . . do you think you can handle the nerved destruction of everything and anything like All Powerful God as I slip the noose around your father satan the devil’s head and hang the son of a bitch? Don’t let the bed bugs bite. You became your very own worst enemy when I rose from the dead and survived your criminal treason that showed me you are nothing but someone who is going to feel a lot of painful damnation and will try to take out as many as you can along that way. Anxiety will be your fatal mistake because justice and judgement has begun in the House of David. The Ark of the Covenant is now inside my very heart, mind and soul. Yes, my best friend Jesus Christ has performed a miracle in just seeing one more day to fruition. 11:29 AM


You know the most original things, the most beautiful things, the most precious things are our 5 senses. What magical miracles they are. Watching scarey, or wicked, or evil things is against human nature. It throws a monkey wrench in on lives that don’t know how to forget, how God forgives then forgets. It must be the miracles of heart, mind, soul and spirit. Even body, blood, flesh, bones, spirit and bowels. Don’t let your curiosity get you too deep into presuming it’s all good here, or out there. Here it is, the soberest part of the day. Sunset or Sundown. Running a race is always going to exist in the spiritual realm of good and evil. No one, nor any thing, loves to lose. Things of pride and prejudice, wealth and poverty, sickness and health, are to be carefully scrutinized by God and civilization and the battle goes to the courageous until fate finds us a day late and a dollar short. But, and if, we trust in the Lord we buy time. Satan is the biggest time waster there ever was because until it’s taken away from him he’ll betray you to a life of hard time for things the conscience mind never conceived. Believe him to the point only of escaping the wrath of that greedy, violent, treachorous, son of a bitch. There are plenty of too lates in the cemetery, espescially in the servicemen’s section. God knows them very well. Sometimes, I think, too well, for such things as psyciatry or psycology ever in the 20th Century, could handle. They still wander the insane assylums on a short leash. Those people do make statements of God. Evil that has the mark of an ArchAngel, which is Lucifer. If you’re too curious . . . 6:32 PM

Tuesday February 8th, 2011 1:58 AM

One time I was young. Now, everyday I am old. I wish I didn’t know then what I know now. How failure and rejection that they won’t let me forget. How it haunts me with a midnight I fiercely regret. The throbbing silence of electric motors. Electricity to light this million year darkness that gives the page numbers, one by one, on another lesson of the hard way, to be learned the hard way. The only consolation is in giving it all away. Something nobody wants. But, out of curiosity everybody reads. All the words in the english language can’t define or explain what I feel under 7 layers of skin. No medium can look up all the dead that frowned upon my chin. Broken and beaten I am a defeated man who knows when the Sun comes up tomorrow I am the possession of Uncle Sam and the Grim Reaper, who push me around until I can’t make it again to Custer’s 7th Cavalry’s last stand. Maybe you notice my silence on a panic stricken radio that is going to sell you an unperfect world. Maybe this isn’t fair play to dig under your fingernails with wood splinters. I say it goes with the territory and you tell me to go to hell. Mister, just try it. Confucious God says wife who flew upside down flew with hairy crack up made me a man of turbulent times while every boy was a big mama’a baby and died of drug abuse. Every girl was a hosebag who sold her soul to Satan first time around so that she could sleep with the hero known as the kamikazi’ zero. But, chances are that the king of Oak Street is an ordinary foolio are getting greater and greater with every greeting in the market place as Jesus flips off another abortion “doctor” as a dead man’s son is headed this way with a bullet in his gun. The lynching mob is getting very, very amused and the rope turns to a devouring snake, the River turns to blood and lice and frogs are in the way of anymore easy manifest destinys. You tell me Saint Paul. The River flows low in the Summer. Every itchy trigger finger on as the pistol talks the gambler out of raking in the chips of a cheated man. The rooster crows and Judas Iscariot takes a shot of your favorite burboun. Once in a while the judge drinks with his friend, the traitor of Jesus Christ as the rooster crows again within the silence of death before dishonour. The River always flows low in the Summer. The Rooster crows for no reason the third time. Don’t let this be your story. The Lord turned His Face to Peter and Peter ed His Words. No, they weren’t all things to everyone, run, run away. 2:24 AM


Steal, kill and destroy is the government of security, power and dominance. I am just a leaf on the freeway. There will be no apolagies until they make their bed in hell. The magazines no longer offer the cheap thrill of an inquiring mind that figure anymore less is more. World without end, Amen? Civilizations without end? Everyday I sit with my music and my Bible and wait for Jesus. Every morning, before the Sun comes up, I get on my knees and pray to God the Father while the world goes into debt no man of capitalism can survive and it’s the same world getting older and more obsolete until the past is the future again. Then, hopefully you can read about how grossly indifferent it gets into another person’s future from the observations of the past, just like God gives us suckers devoted to Him and His Son do this very day. About getting older? The quicker deaths come from over eating while those who fast and pray live longer than Satan expected to finish the project, or mission. But, yea, the past will be the future all over again and maybe next time someone will get it right. Keep hope alive by sleeping through nights no matter if the night sweats get you and you survive the demonic attacks that the world and the things of the world which gets into the systems of those who have ears to hear. Because ivists waste their lives on false gods like money which is, was, and will be the ruin of many nations. Find your own medium in yourself because trusting God is just something the proud foolios put aside when they choose violence which contaminates like lust their own gentile blood. Until everyday is just like a blind man tapping his way down the boulevard of broken dreams. Yea, the bluest blues and the rockingest beats won’t scream, or whisper to the fool’s paradise where there is no humour because they just cannot think of a joke to match the misery of a one legged dog. Bye-bye blackbird. 4:24 AM

Monday February 14th, 2011 5:09 PM

You want the most excellent rock and roll song ever sung in unison? I’ll take that for a yes. C-130 rollin down the strip. Recon daddy gonna make a little trip. Stand up. Step forth. Shuffle to the door. Step right out and count to four. If that chute don’t blossom wide. I got another one by my side. If that chute don’t blossom round I’ll be the first one to hit the ground. If I die on the Russian front. Bury me with a Russian cunt. Pin my wings upon my chest. Tell all the whores that I’m at rest. If I die in a combat zone. Box me up and ship me home. Pin my medals upon my chest. Tell my mother I did my best. I’ll betcha my bottom five dollars up to this day. When I hit the bottom you’ll hear me say. I wanna be a Recon Ranger. I wanna live a life of danger. Jump with a chute and you’re a Ranger. Jump without and you’re in danger. Hey there little whipperwill. Land upon my window sill. First I fed him some crumbs of bread and then I crushed his a fucking head. Lo radi low radi lo radi low. I know a girl who lives on the hill. She won’t do it but her sister will. That there girls got a 40 inch bust. You aughta watch her bend and thrust. The Bam’s in the marine corps they say are mighty fine. They look like Phyliss Diller and walk like Frankenstein. Life in the marine corps they say is mighty fine. They give you a hundred dollars and take back 99. Hey bobba hey bobba hey bobba Reba. Hey Bobba hey bobba hey Bobba Rob. And double aught buckshot to your face to ya OORAH. 5:21 PM

Saturday February 19th, 2011 8:19 AM

Whoever said that it’s a lucky thing for you and me there are many fish in the Sea gave me hope today. Life will never be the fantasy expedition we engaged in. Life is a hard time doing hard time on your back or on your knees. Just about then you get the bad news when you look in the mirror. Looking around I can see quite plainly I am the slob. More gimics and antics than a carnival and an ant hill. Crying the tears of a fool and the tears of a clown at the same time. So, while the world falls in love and those who do their thing turn the key on you or me and we find ourselves locked in fantasy island, maybe, at least you could just learn how to cook real food and eat real food and taste and feel how good the real Lord is. Don’t know whatcha got ‘till it’s gone, Cinderella. Another don’t? Don’t try cheering yourself up with booze or weed because it backfires. Want to see the stupidest man on the face of the Earth? Again, look in the mirror. Can’t ever run, walk, drive, or fly fast enough but crawling does getcha where you really need to be and some people like me get enough exercise just pushing our luck. The beautiful girls who once thought me handsome don’t and won’t anymore and ditto. But real people have real lives and all we can do is throw monkey wrenches into each other’s machines. Even when it is so odious it’s murderous, suicidal, hypocracy. If I had to do it over again I wouldn’t have done it in the first place then I would make sure no one else did either. Is it psycosis? No, this is what you call schizophrenia I guess. Because feel it or not, glory itself must have something to physically base itself upon. Satan walks about the face of the Earth seeking whom he may destroy. Yet, his plan to destroy the whole world has active pockets within and upon and above the Earth and the Mind. Your heart will go until it doesn’t, then you die. God forbid if you get a piece of your brain destroyed and the story just gets worse from there, but, yea, in Jesus there is life, light and the way you should follow if you truly like yourself unconditionally and care about the eternal fate of your soul because strictly speaking I have, at this point, no hope for a minute for you or I. So, it’s back to gimics and antics as they turn the key and you’re shut in. Thank God for books, food, toilets, soap, water. Yep, even whiskey. If you want Doctor Feelgood off of a t do it. But, like public intoxication it’s pretty public. When I was 17 I was a lost sinner. I’d sooner be saved than eternally damned because I couldn’t keep my mits to home. A young person away from their home is like a bird away from

it’s own nest. The dead dog cafe’ is now open. 8:46 AM

Monday February 21st, 2011 8:10 AM

He don’t feel good. So, I guess liars and thieves have bad days, too! I guess the young women who couldn’t say “no” kinda just grew old lonely. Like, who wants a whore with her hands in your pockets around when even her vanity ran out on her. Have fun in Las Vegas! The things that come into my dreams and nightmares I reflect on. They are better than movies because, in their own way, they are live, real, and the damnedest people show up in it. The money hungry world just, will not, give up. It’s like there are thieves even in my dreams. If this doesn’t get weird facts unscrupulously disgraced, they plan on attending your funeral. Yea, don’t forget to send dead flowers, Suzy. So, as the stomache churns the racket called home sweet home becomes mafiated hillbillyism. The snow is falling. The world is falling. Some people have no time. Some people have all time like a key in their hand. I’m sick, but I can work. But, I can’t work hard because I’m sick. Yea, yea, yea, you’re always sick and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Cabin fever. Cat stretched out on the table. She doesn’t look like an enemy to me. Did I ask her not to kill me? Yes, I had to. The world was out to kill me. Or, make sure they had me in sad condition, in bad, bad sad, condition. To say frustration causes anxiety is exactly right. Anxiety causes high blood pressure, and high bood pressure causes more anxiety until one day they pry the key, called time out of your dieing hand. And you expire. But, until then, when I dream, I’m going to try to fly. 8:33 AM


They trust in their money more than they trust themselves. Isn’t that crazy but true? I smoke cigarettes but I trust someday again I will break that aweful habit. It’s not impossible, I’ve broken a lot of bad habits, or sins, no one has an easy trip on the road to Calvary. But, that’s the way some of us have to go, the Way of the Cross, to find ourselves in the sober, cold, hard facts of this life and the eternal life, or retribution. It’s serious. I mean, you talk about being stared right through, it comes upon your death bed I did confess and accepted the shame. That’s only one. So, if you tell me you actually work for God and/or Jesus and/or both I do realise and know you have One hard Boss. I’ve gone through a lot of pain, injury and defeat yet I’m not cold, I’m not wet and I’m not hungry isn’t the end of Willie the Wldebeast’s story. Not one hair on my head has perished. No diseases plague me. They say I’m schizophrenic and I’m defenceless against the verdict of debaucherous drunks but there are many of them and one of me. God doesn’t butter my bread but He gives me the bread and butter and what’s it to public scrutiny what I do, free, white and 21. What the Hell do you want from me? I volunteered and I choose to unvolunteer when I realise the very fraud of cowardly murder and abandonment that prevails while some buckshot preacher is trying to squeeze the very last nickel out of your babies food mouth or you’re gambling on a winner winner chicken dinner instead of confiding in something that if you press it it will work for you. Jesus overturned the table in the big factory of moneymakers called Solomon’s temple. We work together and blood on blood don’t know any different but thanks and no thanks to the schemes of hustlers and born yesterday bloody handed businessmen and attorneys at law and unscrupulous drunk judges who like to have big parties while high on cocaine as the devoted fight off at the border runs on the chicken coup by drug traffickers and high stake society scams by wall street that not only get paid but no one seems to care why the insider traders get off scot free. No, it won’t work with God but until then, as they are starving people to death and having wars just what is happening in the middle east right now is gonna be shoved down their pockets to make them pay back what they have stolen from you, me, and even candy from a baby, our children. They may not care but some do. I’d say pretty much what I know is verily easily understood. 8:30 AM

Monday Frebrury 28th, 2011 1:07 PM

Shit happens. —I like blondes. The mysteries of the Universe all solved? There will always be another 10%. I like blondes. There are words but since you mentioned it there are words that sterilize the Devil right to hell, out the door, down the road and into the trap. But, because everyone doesn’t go on killing sprees there still will be a resistance. Was a dark Sunmer’s night as the rain rattled on and all the engers had all gone to bed except a young man with a baby in his arms, he knelt down an humbly did pray, the innocent one started crying just then as though its poor heart would break. What a angry man said, took an oath to the dead and is keeping all of us awake. Better tomorrows have problems within, without, around. The mind isn’t always as strong as the heart and the heart isn’t always as strong as the mind. But, if I could fly like Ironman, or Superman . . . then there would be better reasons to dream good dreams than the nightmares that rides through Jesse’s dreams. In the still of the night I was watching the shooting stars singing Kodachrome until . . . And every night I say a certain prayer to God silently that it doesn’t come around here no more. But, if it does there will be either it or I or who will live to tell about it and it may try to eat me but I am strictly in for the kill. Sure, you know I’m crazy. That and 50 cents will get you a cup of coffee. So, you can grow back to your isolated female companionship life and whine about all your problems or you can get that tear in your eye about how rugged, rough, and nieve life is and there is no God so that when we throw the last shovel of dirt on you and give you a send off I pretty much know whose gonna be one dead hot item at Jesus Christ’s feet, asshole, and you will be terrified for good reason. He ain’t happy. He can’t get no satisfaction you might say. So, you are going to either own up and keep owning come hell, prison or high water because you ain’t in this boat alone ya fucking dictator. You can party, riot, drink and smell all you want because I know there is always someone tougher than leather who realises the indifference the world casts as a shadow is as easy for some to read as a Chinaman reading tea leaves. , I like blondes and God isn’t finished yet but if you are waiting for Him to make a mistake you better just crawl back in the womb and try that way of being born again because that is just another one of your self incriminating chains you put on yourself in not knowing what I am insinuating. Some people don’t care. Could give a dog a biscuit. Who knows, maybe, as I

testify, there is a lot to learn in hell, like the back door out. So, by now you are definately, as rain man says, “definately” ready to kill me, cut my throat, earlobe to earlobe. But, before you do you better make sure impending doom for pagans and christians always mean absolutey two different things, coward. All you do is get high. All you do is get high. It’s like, I’m not and you’re not dealing with normal people. And another thing. The Pharisees of the Bible Jesus pretty much condemned them as they stood in their hippy sandals, long robes and filthy dirty rotten greedy excess. For those who do trust in Jesus the man and the God you pretty much can consider yourself blessed. May the rain continue to fall, there ain’t never enough, take salt in yourself, faith, hope, love, charity, kindness, consideration and don’t be afraid of your own charity. The only thing you’re out of is that last filthy sin you can never forget. So is Jesus good? YAY Or, is Satan in a bind? You’ll escape. You always do. If not you can rest assured I’m not playing to lose to a bunch of indifferent pieces of crap who don’t know a square knot from granny or being unable to survive because they are in perpetual, dark, starving, crazy, cast of heroes, cold, hell. But, don’t mind me. With your attititude I don’t reckon you’ll be any farther out of reach than I will 6 feet underground. So, do you reap what you sow? And will many words fill a barrell? I don’t know. Ask me when the day is over and I say my prayers and leave you out or don’t leave you out. Is that where you learned about the cold, hard facts of life? 1:45 PM

Thursday March 3rd, 2011 2:21 AM

You’ve got to pull out of your paranoia and trust the Lord. God knows us as we are. Not a word comes out of our mouth nor does a thought enter our mind He doesn’t fully know beforehand. Which sometimes may lead us to occupying space. Simply occupying space. In four hours the Sun will start to light up the sky of a land that is surely in the balance. Fishers of men and children of God and surrogate sons and sons of perdition. He is able to provide a way for us all to make it this night in our sometimes warish attitudes towards each other. Proud and humble. Rich and poor. Whole and disabled. Unblemished and maimed. Men and women. Children and Angels of God. Everyday we’ve got to laugh off the burden and pain, injury and hurt, and make our holy spirit of discipline be our path if we are going to take onto our everlasting new bodies the Glory of Jesus Christ which is so profound with power and truth, beauty and light, it radiates and dispells darkness and evil like an explosion at night. I do predict you will understand through your experiences more and more understanding that truly sets you free. Our God is the God of freedom and liberty. It costs nothing financially to receive the Gospel of God which will guide you through that vindictive hell Satan is trying to trap you in. So, fly little bird, your wings are healed. Fly and soar like Jonathon Livingston Seagull. 2:44 AM


One of these days you won’t have to wonder if I really loved you. My heart is shattered like a clay vessel. My sky is where I look upon a medieval castle. My foot is one on the ground, one making railroad tracks. But, what do you care? When the sky fell on me you kept miles of distance betweem us. Now I am just a man of rust. I may be awake while the chart booms. But, more than likely I’m at it again in my work room. Pounding out the keys to my hiway in the sky. But, that was 33 years after they sentenced me to die. Smoke rolling out of this 8 dollar cigar. Out in the driveway sits my car. Who says history repeats itself? No more do I let you or anyone put me on a shelf. The road is my friend and Elvis is my king. Working on what Easter may bring besides the children who have no children. Those who can’t find both hands to pull themselves up. Drink my friend from the silver cup. What happened happened no matter how they lie. I’ll sleep when it’s time to die. Because over you I will never cry. 10:33 PM


Let her go. The guns of freedom booming on the far side of Earth because they’re not going to eat shit sandwiches from a junky tyrant anymore. Let her go. If she is love she is a poor excuse. At times she can’t find her ass with both hands as she gives her body to the whoremongers. Both of them God shall Judge. Mister Lincoln just rolled over in his grave at the sinister. So, my only friend, do you want your Kingdom in Heaven to really be open for the such that did nothing but oppress you on Earth? Imagine there is a Heaven and an Eternal amount of it. It’s just a limited mind wants to be held back because it doesn’t know any better than to be satisfied with failure instead of progressive hope and imagination of tangerine skies with marmalade clouds. But, yea, they are just chomping at the bit to get free. They are rebels and soul adventure freedom fighters of the 21st Century God Bless them. Finally indifference of the phoney is coming like pollution washing in on the shores of the Atlantic Oceon because if it’s coming down to me or you, or you or them, use dirty laundry to wipe out their foolish pride and as the final curtain falls you can see almost a scowl on my face toward those who escape. Yet, I realize God has hounds of Heaven to chase them so deep into Hell they will remain in that outer isolation forever. 8:34 AM


Same stand. Same place. Same worthless war that only pays in blisters and blood and brain damage. But, losing freedom to illness is something that I just cannot put into words. It’s a constant freefall. A forever falling it seems like. When age sets in the dizzy spinning and constant questioning of what it is is still an emptiness in the pit of the gut. It’s an affliction. It’s a curse. It is a hopeless cause and the cause is another disaster. Just pretend you can get a center and explain as the philosopher would the God and the Devil who are anxiouly taking notes on why anger is the only feeling red leaves behind. And anger, like violence, only perpetuates more anger and violence. Enter Doctor Feelgood. Rock and Roll Heaven. And Rock and Roll Hell. Just a glimpse into the Word of God and you are hooked for God is a Fisherman, too. So, the patience of Grandma and the experience of Grandpa make me steadily give it one more time to try to get my feet on solid ground and get my bearings. You win some but no one ever wins them all in life, liberty and the persuit of happiness. When they put the cross on you you understand why the radio is full of this is it and other claims of a better mousetrap but the decision to repent from sin and follow Jesus Christ is just the tip of the iceberg. You’ll still have a great big life that is occupied mainly by yourself. I don’t mean to be a burden but growing up is much different than growing older from 18 to 51. I’ll try to be mature about this the best I can. I am neither physically, mentally, socially or politically able to change this, the only relief I have and get is in the pleas to God that He will give me strength for the battle and pull the Ace when I step up to die. 3:40 PM


There was a young man today at the psyche ward where I was waiting to see a psycologist. He was writing on a yellow ledger small pad. He had written quite a bit previously by the looks of the note pad. He kept writing and it reminded me of myself. Dedicated to tell a story and devoted to each minute of making sure it was getting down on paper. So, where do I go from here? This day is spent. It’s just nerves keeping me going. I can’t stop the war. It seems like no one cares about the deaths of young men who weren’t even 12 years old or so when 9/11 blew everyone’s day down the tube. Things change the opinions of us all. This war on terror has tightened up to include war on indecency. But children are taking the brunt of the heel on their minds. They carry guns. They do their best to simply make due with what is left over. It’s not kind but I’m going to have to trust and have faith that God the Lord is working a work that benefits the unfortunate, and those, like me, whose humiliation of younger years took the Hellish hyatus. What does it prove? It proves the Almighty has His Hand in this batch of victuals that the world is hungry for. It proves to me that I am not alone in a written of life and the living see it. Not following blindly corruption and disorder because Satan didn’t get this disabled by a stroke of luck. This is a heart, mind, and soul effort to make him disengage from humanity and keep retreating so as to be at bay of an offensive retribute that will kill or capture him for as to route thousands of years of the disaster of war, poverty and hunger. Satan’s time is short and Jesus will return soon. Don’t hold your breath, but , so you won’t be up to no good when the front blows in. 8:40 PM


When, indeed they slew my face. But, my heart and soul rumble on like a slow midnight train. The thunder is growling. The sky is pitch black. Occasionally lightening flashes. Tonight is indeed a night of vampires and waierwolves. Egads! Every time you go away you take a peace of me with you. But, now you are alone, it is late in the game of life, and anything could happen. Temporarily insane they say about me, but it’s a full time job with few benefits. Knowing the truth about words. How they are going to hang themselves with their very own words. They are such fools. They deserve the wages of sin. Which is death. The Devil may care about a reckless disobedience to him but I love rubbing his face in human shit. He doesn’t like it. It makes him small as a man and twice the coward as a cop really is. The thunder rumbles. Satan is pissed. Satan is afraid of Sunrise on a Sunday in March, 2011. Come rain, shine, hell, or high water. I’m going to see a golden Sunrise. I laugh at the Devil as if the Devil may care. It also pisses off a lot of raunchy americans who think the obvious, but they are all wrong. The Lord wants nothing to do with them and their rate of murder. Perhaps you can sell it downtown at the Bonton Bar to some Indian Outlaw. 3:09 AM


Schemes of humanity within the system of at least a very grizzly fraud. So, when people start realizing there is no one coming to their rescue they put on their shiny, happy crap and pay a visit to the gun shop. From there they feel, perhaps, indestructable. They start dealing with their noble side of chivalry and see that making someone suffer and die while under the guise there is no reprehension to putting someone to death. It’s been going on for some time. Leave your enemies alone and someone else will do them in for you as the false friendships rally at the door but they don’t want to go to the big house to be alone with other run of the mill convicts like the intention seems to be. But, some do just that. They pull a loaded gun out or get someone else to help them beat the prisoner of Hollywood. So, here I am waiting on the next line. The weather outside is grey and still as a ghost. Things like pride and honor find that it is only a fiction story and love with the gypseys of dirtbag hope who suppose Great God is going to come from the sky and make everybody feel high. So, where is this magical place that I can stand up for my rights? My pain I have to sit down for and there is only goofy pills to relieve it which I don’t do anymore. I definately can count my bones and this revelation of American treasonous conspiracy is as old as the perfect crime. Don’t bargain with America. They are a bunch of fakes, frauds and with delusions of granduer they seek to find sweet perfection in obtaining money in which they have truly lost every friend who actually believed in a dream as vain as mammon and God both being the same good God. So, yea, I hope the Wrath of God upon them and pray for the dead who with guile and convenience stole the very soul and hope of many, many millions. If you want it your way there is going to be a gunfight and many people will die for a freedom that was stolen and liberties that no one has the slightest intention on Earth of keeping. Now, can you trust in the Lord with your whole heart and lean not unto your own understanding? Or, are you still looking for a handfull of easy cash to make you the prize pig who eats nothing but fruit pies in yours false delusions of granduer? Oh, I know, you must get high to not notice the Hell you are truly, truly in league with. 2:49 PM


The Devil has his ambushes and curses to lay upon you. God has His ambushes and curses for the unpure, of which we all have partaken and now stand ashamed. And mankind? Each fellow has more enemies until the national governments swoop us all up and give us to war to die or survive and be ashamed we didn’t figure it was worth our blood, bones, or brains. What is left? Cigar burning. Icy cold coca-cola. House furnished with music, preachers on the radio, boob tube. Sunrise in the East as the Sun goes down on today from the other side. Holy Hannah goes the piano. Music like a carnival train. 7:09 AM


Like nothing happened. Like there is no past. Like the future is a sure trip to prosperity and wisdom and Heaven. Like we are united? People are people? People care? People don’t care? The Devil doesn’t tempt them with sexual pleasure? You’re bound to learning and knowledge? Or, like it is, the world is floundering in apathetic self righteousness and I hardly believe the insinuations that bloody hands have anything I want, truly want. But, framed into a country that has done much violence to me and ripped apart my family through their chosen way of capitalism. Do I regret being a hindrance to their apathetic humdrum like they were just born today and there is no past and the future is a sure thing? Sure enough to know civil war. Sure enough to know God was easy enough on me to give me a choice just like He did you. When some people are so flakey they deserve to be spit in the face, slapped and kicked in the crotch. I’ll be here for a while, so keep telling God what He said and set yourself up on a very high pedastal Humpty Dumpty so when the real Devil comes and sits at the foot of your bed and tells you how it is you’ll simply me in watching and waiting for the Second Coming of Jesus Christ like nobodies business. 9:45 AM


Deserving of death? In case you’re a murderer I suppose I was in your eyes. But, for my eyes alone did I have the vision I conceived while all of you, more or less, have crawled along like a serpent licking the dust of the Earth these last 33 years. But who is counting anymore than the one who expects certain provisions when it all goes wacky? I suppose you act like nothing happened. Don’t . I . The punking of the loudmouth marine corps baker. To you that’s all it is. And that’s fine with me. Just stay the Hell out of my backyard or I’ll drag you to the frontyard and castorate you. Well it is. Well to do bullets fly like it won’t hurt if/and/or/when they take out someone’s eyes. You can tell the world they are indeed going to reap what they sowed. That isn’t scarey to most of us. But, to some it sends willies and heebee jeebees up their soul spine because they are cold blooded murderers. For no reason whatsoever they have killing as their code of conduct. They run to shed innocent blood like they can escape old age when someone with a chip on their shoulder is going to make their life a living HELL. Congradulations. Welcome to your nightmare. that Christ died. Believe Christ arose from death. Count on the fact Christ will return again soon. I understand that in dieing He destroyed my death. I testify that rising He restored my life. And mine eyes have seen the Glory of the Risen Christ; for the doors of death could do nothing but flee like darkness exposed to light when I was cast to His feet dead. Are you scared my murderers? You should be. A lot and lots and lots of people are going to get the Hell scared right out of them. They will be trembling and shaking in their shoes petrafied for the fear of God. 9:42 AM


Why should you be sad? You got it your way. Big, immature baby got your fancy, outragious way. Then you started getting into my way. I promptly, in my mind, told you to fuck off. So, on the same space of ground, between walls, you assume you’re happy because you are a rich, slave, american wise man. So, as I go my way, you can find out just how cruel the thieves get when they smell violence for cash. Kinda like trouble you dig for instead of worms to fish when life was kinda alright. So, as you ruin everyone elses day, or put people in a situation where things can get owley, you aught to live your miserable life thinking of how to get things out of your way. And, I’m on my way out of your way right now. I’d say what you said to me but you are just a mean spirited jackass who probably will end up in the wrong place at the wrong time where they see you coming and their palms get sweaty as their anticipation for blood and violence gets hot. 10:02 AM

Easter Sunday April 24th, 2011 4:29 PM

You’re there and I’m here. Wherever you are and whatever you are I hope that Jesus has given you the Paraclete, or Comforter, so that whatever your patient stand and stance is your will to become reasonably happy to do after the slings and arrows of outragious mankind have done their nasty deeds some call duty, I call the shots, of beligerance toward your God given rights. But, they walk away and we kinda happily crawl because The Holy Spirit, you, nor I, don’t cockily lamebrained, walk around like tourists in the presence of. It is Easter all over the World. The wars and rumours of wars, Earthquakes, famines and pestilences of demons diseases are underground sniveling and raving because you have truly a clue now that you aren’t afraid to pick up the Bible and prosper because the Devil now knows it’s not so by and by but that this generation shall not until the fullfillment of Good God is acomplished. You may be in the backseat of a 65 Ford or you may be in a supersonic jet with death’s payload at your disposal but now you can’t out run what sanity prays for when the chips are down, the belly is empty and you are asking the Good Shepard to be merciful to us pack of dog sinners. One person usually does it for many, but thanks be to God that person is not the weakest link on a battleship chain. You prayed for strength, don’t waste it on screwing up someone’s life and conscience because ouch, the Lord is a swift kick in the ass reminder when you slip and fall. And sometimes getting up means getting down and digging in at awkward spots along trails of tears, Batton death marches, abortionist’s tables. It is a crime. Get out of situations where disaster is emminant by changing your ways or getting other people out of the way of terrible harm, much hurt and total anihilation of their soul, as the lights may be on but no one’s home is the consecquences. God, I don’t know why you are so merciful to me and my way but time just clicks like ticker tape scores of Heaven’s approach that no one can stop. Like a snare on your foot satan, you are set. You won’t escape because the first bullet to the head and that’s what you get for the sabotague of mankind and the espionage of stolen thoughts in the graveyard at 4 AM. The Dawn’s early light when 88 year old children started popping up like daisey’s and things they don’t teach you in school, because you are far above and beyond mankind’s oblivious reconcilliation that only wants you in chains in the dark so you make friends with certain forces that demand strength from Jehovah God to do the duty time

of bargain basement inspiration that started singing in the dead of night a stupid lullaby that enthroned a prophet born in a manger who is the Son of The Most High and will blow you away with a single command for foolishness that poses as wisdom as if you were a strange fire meeting hurricane Gertie, the lesbian with a cancerous soul who stinks like unbathed bare butts that wander like gypseys on a nude beach while tripping from conversation to conversation like racing thoughts getting a lasooed tornado to talk which is the promise of faiery tales of trolls who sleep under bridges and mark their clubs with kills of anything loved and adored by common masses of uncommonly calm men who put to shame this stupid Easter story that started with every chattering crow chain smoking free lucky strikes, lighting the end of the world. The world ain’t going to end tonight, so get a grip before you have a high blood pressure conipsion. 4:58 PM


It was only a kiss. It was only a kiss. Yea, and Creation was only a Word. Free me God. No matter what I have to do on Earth the best thing about Heaven is the absolute freedom. Say fuck you down here because that’s what they expect after the finest orgey in town all got a square on the quilt because the cocksuckers convinced the regulars it didn’t matter. It was only a kiss. Yea, and after only 4 beers you took out a family of six you son of a whore. Oh, I know the score alright and don’t plan on taking the easy way out. No, you resent yourself for failing not only the forefathers, but God Himself. You are a traitor, a treasoner and the classic Judas Iscariot back like a bad penny. Well, my, my, my. Isn’t this going to take the cake of the sheriff’s birthday party and throw those 4 AM murders into the garbage so their bloody hands cleaned up after that fair fight. Yea, and you’re about losing your very own soul 50 ways to Hell on the divine intervention fantasy that smells more like Hell’s alleyways to vampiric murder than even I can handle right now. So, keep eating Wheaties, stop eating pussy and never even touch another person’s anything. Because these best of times are about two dogs fighting over territory. Everytime you went away you didn’t go far enough to realize there is no end to this story. Unlike Jesus’ story that died when He did you have the fool who is wise enough. Oh, yea, once you make it to Heaven, you can begin to chuckle at the hell you left behind because it is a long and winding road with all kinds of violent crime on each side of it to get to the door that goes through the WALL that goes either way you want, sanity or insanity, but I chose wisdom so I can cheat you blind if I have to. But, that kind of malice that I experienced only led me to the heart of Mother Mary where things get dispersed to land flat dab at your government positions. They want to fight. They want to fight. They will be fighting a fight that they never even got a prayer in Hell for but for her and me who alone have been doing our duty to God and Jesus alone is sometimes calling all the shots which calls for the patience of Saints. The reason I don’t worry is because I don’t allow myself the vain luxury of it. 3:51 PM


Do I hear as much as I try to listen to the truth? If I do, it changes me, so that sometimes, as I see you turn your back and simply walk away to chase a debt I fall because we are bonded in deep ways. Your life is mine, my life is yours. You know it’s true. As uncannily as God gets angry when contrare’ to His disposition it is the aftermath that I wonder how fear accomplished was taken as all those people perished. I guess they figured God was just another pushover they could charm with a cheating smile while caught red handed unto the Wrath of God. This way to start out a day is one fine way to prepare a cleanup crew to bury the dead because the ways of evil are built up by those whose nerves are much more relied upon than the true courage it takes to be a division of men who will not bow to the american dollar for reasons they know quite well is because trusting in the Lord is absolutely the better and most opposite way. I guess some grow old out of realizing that to God alone is the Glory and the Glory is His Son Jesus Christ. But? But nothing. They wanted to chase a vain dream where bragging of cocaine and being three sheets in the wind on the Devil’s dandruff while the drunken orgy laughed at and with them for as they assembled the greatest assemblance of virtual demonic heathens found out it is a little bit more than meets the eyes of lust. But, is putting your flesh on display as it isn’t? It makes it a picture of horror rather than the person of God who is made in the Image of God. He will provide a way as you struggle to your feet from the violence of these creatures of the night. You are there and I am safe. You are found out and I am found. I will be waiting happily for survivors who like being in my company and you will be found a liar and a thief by simply assuming you were better than the afflicted, chastized lover of things such as bread and wine. Such is the power of the Blessed Trinity as Mother Mary holds my heart for the shame of the guilt it took to get along this way. Hope takes a nose dive because it didn’t realize God judges them harshly. So, enjoy the peace of the L:ord because over there is the evil of the world with cracks so a light can shine in upon terrible deeds they provoke but refuse to believe are going down right now. Jesus’ load is light and full of blessing while their Man on the Moon highs have lows where they must steal, kill and destroy with everything from charm to red handed, greedy, thievary. But, they expect in vain. They treat me not as I treat them because I found the Light, the Truth and the Way, which is Jesus The Christ of God Who

leads to the Father and the Spirit from Whom True wealth of soul and heart and spirit descends upon this waiting division given to me. I thank the Lord for you because there is very little doubt in your dreams that you will someday get the carrot to cure the debt. Sad that way is meant for a dumb beast but people who don’t make people informed or inform them there is a better way deceive both and mislead this world into a blind alley in a bad part of history because you are going to end up in this, that and the other nightmare situation in the future. Just because you’re not paranoid doesn’t mean they, in their greedy lust of possession, aren’t out to getcha. If I were you I’d get on my knees until you can get up and prove a revelation has happened in your heart. Because, besides that, you are on the road to Hell. 10:43 AM


I thank You Lord for many things I am able to do and the many, many things You won’t suffer me to be. I thank You for not going hungry and sharing with others when I can. I thank You for the blue sky which has chased away the pain and for the stubborn will to derive justice out of the antangonizing and wrong indifference of the laws of a strange god which they hope in in vain. Show me the way and I will follow it like a bloodhound in the land of the blind. Surely men and women are vain when they esteem falsehood as good and their lust for idolatry and love of possession the outcome of this day. Which is the possession of their very souls. Thank You for the freedom of reason and truth which knew all along their falsehood wouldn’t fly like my faith has sprouted wings and flown through their mischief which is laughable as they are sorely disappointed at their life without an exorsist in sight. They wanted to be without You in their lives, make Yourself the Invisible and Unknown God and give them over to their doubts and treasons of the very Blood and Guilt on their Hands which stays for lack of repentance as ironically they go about their mischief of unmercy until they smack-dab hit the Wall of remorse. These things because I keep holy the Sabbath Day are great things that have been a long time coming and I hope in them as around me Angels rise and sing glory to God in the Highest and peace to His people on Earth. Stay apart from unbelievers. At the midnight hour there will be chaos that leaves dessimation to their persecution via the Angel of Death. Maybe, next time, if they survive, they will pick their priorities a little better. Yea, and monkeys might fly out of their butts. 5:28 PM


Sometimes patience is one thing that is a billion dollar dream accomplished by the climax of it. What did I get? More patience as you run out of complaints and I run out of answers. No loose crap. If you’re shitting all over yourself I promise to do something about it. You took the risk of assassinating Osama Bin Laden. So, patienctly moniter and be ready for the attack. God? I think God is going to kick back and watch it from above, patiently. The sky around here is gray today like someone died and someone is going to die. Deep, sad, grey. I need to get some tequila and good rum because I can’t roller skate in a vertical slam. Violence begets violence but I sure am glad Osama Bin Laden isn’t alive on the face of the Earth while the never ending middle east confrontation is heading up because just so we know where we stand there had to be a front, and that was it. He caused a lot of certain positions, in the most exclusive business center in the world, to face a certain death that no one in the building had a clue was coming. Just that Lord, among the crying of heaven, as he comes before You. I am sorry not only for myself but that when it happened and after it happened it was like Berlin in 1945 and the Cold War they could never escape. 4:52 PM


The world just got a lot smaller. A lot more room for the four corners of the winds to run into the WALL. If you seem to have a problem with that alone you indeed are a man, or woman, of meager means. Even if you are in one spot, your mind is going full speed to an isolation you can curl up into and sleep with your partner, death. Frigid she lies with her fangs dripping from her four kills she ensued so buy her a prominent whore’s Hell. But, indeed, she has many, many accomplices. None of which shall ever have the thrill of this victory, a mere 10 or 20 short years up the road for me. For you see, the holy is uncorruptable, it shall never see the implements of torture of the dark upon all who ed in the mischief of the powers of darkness they act out in like no one can hear as their time is coming. Each one a crack in the WALL, each one a blaspamy on the WALL, each an abomination of the desolation they forever never thought would take the time or have the patience to uncover. Like a demoralized hole in the deepest, darkest, defiled parts of damnation it lays ahead now for all of them from the greatest to the smallest, all maggots, all tempted eternally for a new low on the annuls of retribution. Eternally prejudice murderers always on their tail and very little hope to be of a situation where suicide is possible, for indeed, there are plenty of suicides there. Little spikes on little tikes that claw at their feet as they seek refuge among eternal wandering in a lostness that is only comprehensible to the destruction coming beyond any seers sanity, or insanity. The dark antalogue of charging nazis is coming through Hades on route to the corners of Nebuchanezzar’s shame, as terrified of their terror the beginning of a long, long distemper sets on the brow of the man who never considered Jesus until stabbed by the cut throats of the same who crusified like a days work. Like a fucking abortion doctor, nurse and suppliers of the equipment right down to the sniveling, panty waist government that has the bowels left to realize a castoration is in order. Their self righteous, cock sucking lies and alibis certainly wouldn’t have done it if they’d only known, which is too late. And, yea, for most it is much too late. They line up for the threats and I just laugh to scorn their fate and destiny. Man, it were better off that you, or she, had never been born because discreation is not suicide. You are falling to Hell pronto and every bit of you shall run peril and desecration to death, pain and insanities further corners of unperiled fear. 9:39 PM


Simple goals. Remain alcohol free in the sobriety that has obstacles only of the fact that nerves unwarrantedly crave the numbing effect of a shot of whiskey but always ends up in getting sick and/or having nightmares and/or waking up with a hangover and feeling like a loser because I realise alcohol is devil’s piss and poisons the body and mind. Live peacably within the boundries of society so as to thrive. Rest at night in beautiful music and strive to dream. Pray daily, and pray upon my knees for my friends and enemies and for the overturn of Roe vrs. Wade so the horrible sin of abortion no longer corrupts what is left of a good thing. Keep playing the guitar, harmonica, keyboards and fiddle. Enjoy tobacco but don’t abuse it so much and try to get a singing voice. Write musical words of living and surviving in the midst of what may be the biggest attack of Satan since the beginning of time and sing of the hope of the consumation of ages where justice from the Hand of God will be delivered by divine intervention to bring in the age of reconcilliation and thus a greater hope and realization that this world is being made to wait and watch expectantly for the Second Coming of Jesus Christ, King and Lord. Rejoice in the Lord and this Country for the freedoms I am starting to enjoy that are coming about. And last, pray and work for the reconcilliation and reunion of my family. It takes whatever it takes but whatever it takes I am prepared to go the miles and then go the extra mile because time is short for me and time is all I have besides the love that I possess for the days and companions that are further down the road but never forgotten. I pray that if not in this world we may be in Heaven with all the faithful who sacrificed Life, Fortune and Sacred Honor for The God Jehovah and Our Savior His Son Jesus the Christ of God. Jesus is God. I don’t know all mysteries but only once have I been defenseless against Satan the Devil and that’s never going to happen again in my life so help me God I pray. By Spirit and by Blood I have found out things unseen created for the adventure of the christian soldiers to find a way where there was only an ambush, a kidnapping and a crusifiction. Abandon all hope because that and this takes sheer patience and robust courage and a good, strong cup of coffee. You’re going to enjoy every syllable of it. God doesn’t make mistakes. He didn’t make a mistake when He chose me and you are the tip of the iceberg the way you are, the way you stand, to become an entire Continent of how I’m going to open you up like a can of sardines and the oil and

the fish are fit for a king. Take stock in yourself because the way the world is— this is going to be your landslide bucko. 11:55 PM


I wish I was out on the River in a boat with Jesus, fishing. Like when I was a child and Raymond, Newt and Dad would take me out. I wish when I get to Heaven I don’t have to the anxiety the world through its various forms of oppression and violence don’t come to mind. Just the peaceful, blissfull days of Summer when fishing was the only way I could feel the freedom that is no longer in the cards. People hate and despise one another, sad but true. People just have it in their blood to go to a war where they can’t kill enough people to satisfy their bloodlust. The decadent response is justice. People sell their souls for something that is not here, which is justice. The peace of the Lord be with you always. 11:52 AM


One more train full of hobos on a battered brain rondevous when they get the power to tower above their fate and find the destiny written in the waters of smoke, liquor and lemonade. Everyday I find my friends of the down and out crowd and rally their obsession to believe that caffiene free is the anti christ and all things will work out for us if patience finds the kindness to realize we want to kill certain people but don’t. Those that do have someone dealing the thunder of that soul’s explosion in their innocent eyes that now see nothing or see things that claim they didn’t have a reason to die just the killer in me, the killer in you, the organizations that went so wrong. A happy reunion for the faithful and soda pop in prison for those who rank as sorry in the remorse of anything those now beleagured souls drink to in stubborn indignation at how they could’ve been around someone who didn’t care if he did die because he wasn’t the subject, the killer in me and the killer in you is. One more puff on an endless line of quality cigars in the land of fat obsession of too much as wasting goes right to the womb of careful deliverance because really most don’t have a clue who killed who or if the kill that they swear noone cares about someone cared exclusively for. Like me. So, as the storm moved in I want you to have the ultimate confession on your death bed that time may allow so you can stand then on level ground with that great fear and shame that christians know as sin. In Gulliver’s Travels he went from being the big guy in Lillyput to another place of giants. Great changes come in life if you get off the turnip wagon and let the thieves rally around but they can’t touch a single hair of your head for their booty if you absolutely gauranteed you believe each and every great word of Holy Scripture to the point you are cool no matter if you are going to sleep in the cold for the Righteousness of Jesus sake or thank Him for that nice, cozy bedroom fixed with three lock boxes and enough self control prayers for you and others to build an inpenatrable WALL against all weapons formed against you and don’t trust in gimics like foolish vexes antagonists use to get inside your zone, bucko. Don’t be alarmed by crazy women possessed with seven demons who after you exorsize the demon spirits she invites you into her world because who in her measley world you can catch fire and paint ice all over it, then the next night stand with a prophet’s longing in awe at the Heavenly Host with the great wonder of God Almighty Whose Eternity is just so great He Loves this Planet and you the

willing person who did get off his ass and triumph because it ain’t the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the vampire slayer in you that fears no idiot stupid fool who can’t even imagine the Glory of Jesus Christ because it drank him to an early grave after 30 years when hope ran out on the poor bastard and the soul within him is a helpless lamb with the wolves who regardless of dreams of christians butchered any heathen, christian, and each defenseless god, man or child for the fateless dream of bumping into me in a land where, you know, they wander alone until they me. But, I’ll just let them go deeper because now I know The Good Lord has ways, reasons and ideas where He can take a bow, or steel, and wrap it around their head, so to speak, until He has an apolagy, a confession and a recompence. The Summer of 2011 is going to be a Summer of great expectations in my life and personally if you’re not here you’re kinda out of the picture. Maybe you’ll be safer that way. Maybe I’ll end up dead. 6:40 PM

Monday May 23rd, 2011 3:05 PM

Feeling like telling you the future of the military as I see it. There will be another war. They will draft because they have set it up. What will they win? I don’t know. Maybe you will be in the military but you won’t like it. But that’s the way it goes. Cramped quarters, bad food and always someone breathing down your confounded neck. Everyday Satan is marking time for as to take this world to a beyond Nature’s ability to repair itself condition. Everyday our trails are separating and we become about as happy as we make up our mind to be. But, just like beef, after a while, we start to turn. Invisible God will not give you all the answers in and to your life anymore because with all the bloodshed we are starting to turn, again. In spite of howlin’ rollin this world is going to go bad and basically get shit canned. But, if you believe you yourself can be saved, you can be saved. The deal with that is not who you are or what you have done it’s who and what you believe because most, and I say MOST of the world is set up for The Wrath of God. We are going to a fight to the finish. They have nothing to do with peace and I don’t plan on dieing, at least not today, nor tonight. Smoke ‘em if you got’em. Class dismissed. 3:20 PM


These are moments that will never happen again. Yet, it’s all the same old grind. Get the drugs, do the time, the next day always seems to come. Is anyone happy over the junk in the driveway or upstairs in the bedroom? Or, is it really as bad as it could be in spite of how much better that this day is drawing the blinds? If you don’t get it when you’re a child you may be shut up to the way it could be in the next life where immortality is eternal and eternal blessings. But, you just want to drag your knuckles and chin on the ground because your hope is run down the gutter of human conflict or being taken for granted by the vain hypocracy of the times that wants you in dire straits and will beat you to within an inch of your life to show you there is no charity among phoney christians and phoney preachers who want to interceed with their pitiful sob story attitude of concern while they don’t have a clue to how guilty and worthless you feel to the point you wish you had never been born. Their act of wishing the same thing is really no act at all. No one says “the Peace of the Lord” to you and there is 99% of the time an appeal of money to the point it pisses you off. Maybe you loath me like a sick dog but I understand that 30 years down the road it will change and sheer survival is basically what the Lord expects from you. From there you will know He exists and this world is doomed but in the next world none of this world is even there. Is it really hard to understand the term “all things are created new?” Your heart is like a cat. Full of tricky, hungry, lazy, energy. So, dream your dreams of anticipation for a better tomorrow when tomorrow is today. For today is almost another yesterday as no one changes very fast and would gamble their souls if God permitted it. But humanity plays every antic in the book to find a liar and a fool in the mirror who is like waves crashing at the beach. Unsteady, so full of crap that one day soon they fail so miserabley but like the cat they are, they always seem to land on their feet. Until they get cancer. Oh, God indeed must have a lot of heart to give the Kingdom of God to those who merely believe in the Name of His Son Jesus. Yet so many stupid people don’t, and many stop there when then is the time to start exploring this great to greater life the Lord provides for His people Israel and all those who steadfastly carry their crosses with joy to the Kingdom of God without concern for what they are leaving because all things will be new. Right down to the nitty gritty dirt you walk on. 10:20 PM


I had a helluva dream last night. I was a crippled man teaching my friends to fly. I had nurses and wives of friends who listened to me. We went to a big arena theatre and I showed them how it was done. The more I taught them how to fly the more crippled I became. But I always had a way to relate to the continual problems that were coming on in my personal life. My feet never touched the ground for I was crippled but I could teach them how to fly. I am rather shaken now, but although it may sound simple, it was a spectacular dream. In Heaven I believe I will be given the Glory of Jesus Christ and Wings of an Angel. The whole ever expanding Universe to explore. You people are no problem. We more or less live with each other in a never can tell society. Yet, it is the people who kiss and tell that choose freedom from peckerhead hide and seek losers. All those 2nd place in a beauty contest heres 10 dollars people who think vanity is spectacular because you can take a trip and never leave the farm. Sometimes you have to hold onto your dreams as if they are the lifeline to Heaven and pray to God they only get better. But, one thing, no matter how great they are the ideas behind them are all yours. Something in this world demons wish they had, and demonic people, who swear they come in the name of the Lord, as they steal your psaltry substance, wish they knew how to bring on because I now know I was flying in my dream and they were all amazed at how I did that. When my body dies and my heart finally gives out, my soul and mind shall truly fly above and beyond all their measly traps and ambushes on my freedom flight to a place where you will never see me again. 1:24 PM


A lot of pieces of cake are in order. Hell, give them cake in Hell. I mean, pretty much if some people like Reed and Polosi can forgive themselves while they have enough foreskins of aborted babies on their prick and cunt minds respectively I pretty much can go about offering cake to those wounded in wars or brains beaten out in street fights, like yours truly. Jeezus, I’ll even buy, mix, bake and frost the fucking things for those worseless he and she whores of blood drunk principles and totally empty and false snookered pride. Or, I like the line by Aerosmith, “I talk to myself so I can learn from what I hear.” When I hear or see assholes like them I sure as Hell offer them nothing but cake and they can collect when they figure out after all is said and done the way out of a reprobative Hell that is neck deep in fire and brimstone. Or, how about lemonade? Or, a shopping trip to Wal-Greens and Wal-Mart in the same day just like I did today? Man that’s more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Gee golly willickers Sargeant Carter your haircut matches the brown stain on the end of your nose. Oh, I understand, muff diving. Depends, huh? Give her cake. 10:46 PM


It is indeed another damned day according to the lives of sex, drugs and music. The law is dieing because the law said, as it was dieing, I believe in Jesus, I shall never die. Perhaps the only way to get justice is to take life to a higher demension and platform. There is no justice down here. Just people doing wretched time and accusing me of pushing too hard when they’ve been getting high since they first struck a match then want to come on like they’re going to straight shoot you out of the world calamity that sheer curiosity brings them right back to. Stealing future time with no regard for the present and apolagies with informal criminality that has by-laws of its own with a 5 years in prison 250,000 dollar fine but ignorance of it is no excuse. Busted jaws and drinking through gnashed together teeth from a straw to starvation weight I guess even hard hearted, Mister importunity Jesus wishes He wasn’t so buffaloed into having to stick to the same old testimoney lines here 2,500 years later. Too much infactution coming on me that because I can’t say Jeezus fucking Christ to two fags who simply suck dick more that statistically and this bullshit government wants to open the doors for the queers who simply Jesus no wonder isn’t going show Himself to you LOSERS. I’ve seen Him in His glory and been physically crusified man but you cock suckers are either cocksuckers, motherfuckers, weedheads or drunks whom bringing back is not going to happen. After all, why should Jesus have to die twice? His bait was just as much out there for you as I but PINOCIO you somehow didn’t escape. Get on your knees and beg God the Lord to somehow deliver you from evil, treachory, betrayal and the blooodshed this world has planned for you. In 20 years the whole world will be like a third world country because fools will try to save drowning witches and vampires to their own mocked up mister nice guy. 3:24 PM


Yes, you can. Amen. You’ve got a prayer, a little faith and an imagination that can climb mountains within and around your mind. You hold in your body the chains that will instill the discipline needed to carry out the exercise of stamina so that when you come to the point of laying the chains that physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually drag you down they will fall all at your feet and unshackled the past will be as it is, eternally gone. I know that for this cause you were born, to be free, and those that hold you down are no friends at all, they are gargoyles, they are reprobate losers, and after they are gone and as life goes on toward dieing to be born to eternal life, at the funeral, the only thing left of you is that to be deposited to the Earth in a reminder that once upon a time there was for a moment a person who knew God’s Divine purpose for you was to be free. It’s without a clue the world goes on around you so devote your time to the people who you truly love and who truly love you because the mess that’s always going to be there is just a reminder Satan was here, perhaps for them, is here and has met the match when it comes to faith that is deeper in the heart that the cold, cruel examples of the intolerance of angry and sexually frustrated page turners who really don’t have a clue to what it’s really like to be anything but a brown nosed prick that is as pretty as a gobbler on a turkey and whack, the turkey gobbler, head and all drops to the grounuid and to market goes every Larry, Curly and Moe to get it while the gettings good. So, you hear them rambling about in their self importunity as their streets of gold turn to a Ghost Town. Just one time the cowards can’t do because this is to them like firebrands in their eyes and goodbye is the blue skies of their animosity when it comes to sharing, caring, giving. They are lost on the Blue Hiway and today is as freewheeling as the gossip of a flock of sparrows as they all take flight in the gust of a wind and circle around the observer so as to and mock the empty promises of a fool and the patience of a saint. Today is a better day than yesterday because of reasons I hold in my heart to think, talk, and live in the freedom of a world of information, vision and the grace of God that will kick into high gear when the moments come for Him to touch you because He wants you to feel His love and the wind blows 55 miles an hour in the heart and around the person who reminds himself to be thankful for those chains that gave to me the strength to acquire the patience to learn from almost all examples. 10:27 AM


In the attack of time and space that will invade your life try to imagine Heaven where time and space are obsolete and all things are created new. This world is a shanannagin. Terror in some people’s eyes is an absolute necessity. They want to to be afraid and call that self discipline. Jesus’ words when the disciples were in fear of the storm on the Sea of Gallillee as He walked towards them and they thought they saw a ghost were, “Peace, be not afraid, It is I.” For there are ghosts and evil spirits that don’t scare away or go away in this world and shall perish with this world as time and space crowd out everyone that is good, bad or plain indifferent. The indifferent are nuisances that will get the lonliness they hand out like hot tamolies in Tequana. So, for tonight play the hand you’ve got. I presume you are almost to the point of remorse, regret and/or suicide but are putting on a front of trusting. Trust in God and somehow try to help yourself in hygiene or relaxing to easy listening music. The belief of the world is mostly the world making believe it can make you believe control is someone elses and there are no options to carry your body through dangerous situations because evil has planned no holiday on the Russian front. You’ll do time like me to see the familiar faces that humiliate the simple with pretending they understand. They won’t give so don’t ask. They wouldn’t give a dime to see Jesus ride a bicycle past their house. Or, the dream paradise for them is having enslaved, like they pratically have an entire civilization under the guise of mammon. Get what you can and bless those you can with it. It’s quite a thing when thieves throw thieves into jail to be gaurded by bars and guns but that’s pretty much the way it is. Every once in a while they catch a murderer but the laws we have in this world are as phoney as panty hose on Flip Wilson. They want you to get a gun and lug that thing around until Hell freezes over but someone always gets a bigger gun until the world is this nuclear arsenal bent on disaster and worldwide mortal, animal and plant extinction so that Damnation Alley Jesus may not even come back to because we betrayed one another by cowardice and kept our mouths shut because we didn’t have the nerve to stop hunman sacrifice which is what I am but I still remain here which is why we hold out and hold on until the last two half breaths and our Salvation through Christ is secure. 6:59 PM


Every night lately I have the same nightmare. I am in a dark, foreboding place and there’s thick smoke it the air. I wake up and I’m scared, panicky and I can’t breath. I just wish I knew how to get rid of that dream. It’s the fear of being lost in an abandoned world. Or, being abandoned in a lost world. Tis the Season of truth, sorrow and conscience. I feel as empty as the coffee pot is in a recovery room of a comatose ward. The same room that I lay comatosed in when I was 12 years old. I’m still recovering from that one. Don’t think the last dirty trick of your drunk friends has come as long as they’re still in your life and especially if they’re still running their mouths about you being their enemy because they are just a mob of Judas Iscariots, cut and dried betrayers. You and your world are so much better without them being hard drinking drunks who get psycotically paranoid and then slip into a deep depression. The type they, or their victims don’t always survive. Usually after they’ve lost every friend or bar room buddy who wised up about the message in the bottle. But to each their own. The hammer fell down on a .44 primer. Now there’s one less problem in South Carolina tonight. The hangman in Hell is waiting to take all their problems to the gallows and hang them like dogs. I know a lot more about places in Hell that the average person whose greatest ambition is ruining freedom of speech because they are just a bunch of jealous, envious bastards that I am about as thankful for as the scar on my face or having them get away with one damn thing. This is my story and I’m sticking to it. 10:55 PM

Saturday November 26th, 2011 3:51 AM

You’ve been traveling. Been gone a long time but you’ve gained more character in your bones than home has gone a long way to find out things change but true people don’t change for the worse. No, true people find out what being born again means to them and go back to whittling whistles for the train to sing along with as it rolls. We roll along through a cloudy full Moon late night in November. Is it me or does the calm of battle sound like the bliss of gasping Earth? I don’t know why He took my friends and left me here but you and I can’t stand the lonliness of being alone so we go to a front where the rednecks kill thrills of truth with cowards justice and want me to spell love evol. They will lose as right now a Satanic mass is taking their souls so for granted that tomorrow as the Sun comes up their eternal fate will be sealed for the worse. They have evil within them and a dragon mouth with a snake tongue until their parakeet ass gets drilled by someone who doesn’t take stock in greedy vampires who die easier than I do. Now you notice the past full of their way but your way and my way is going to shut down the house with everything we can muster and churn because with God there is always a way after you find out exactly Who He Is. What He can do He will do for us and by us, each individuals, each of us friends, each of us brothers. Together we are Rock. Solidly taking the arms to the shoulder and prayerfully squeezing fate. So, I told you some people for reasons of their own abandon and forsake you but Jesus is in me forever and when trouble comes, which it will, there ain’t no WALL, no bridge, no galazy far enough that God the Lord won’t put me in that track of demension and holy waves of theories that prove so true that I am rich in things no man, women, nor demon can take them away without the fight of their life. That’s my testimoney. I never had it in for you but when you’re a child and demons attack things get very scarey. But I lived and learned by divine providence so whether I’m flying old glory or the jolly roger in my heart tonight it’s stars and bars because protection from evil and evil spirits has been an eye opener that makes the seeing blind and the blind to see as written in red. Now you know because the holy spirit in God, the God of Peace is handing you the keys to your life, the rest of your life with Him constantly on your mind so you don’t have to sweat being damned by the shameful acts some people just keep on doing and doing until they throw in the towel and take responsibility for the love, kindness, tenderness

and mercy against and in the face of vipers, vampires and legal murder that threatens the very fibers of the last bastion of freedom. But you are free now. No arm twisting just the knowledge of the fact that when we and they come before JEHOVAH with any unforgiven sins it ain’t purdy. Gather your senses and prepare a way for yourself and as many others as you can muster for the adventure of time that begins 52 years now not counting time travel and realise for yourself how true, wonderful, amazing and fearful the holy Word of God is. Most all it is so effective that some people change with realising just how far off base they were and rededicate their lives and redouble their prayers so they might, and they will find the joy and mystery of The Lord which sures all understanding. Ode to the understanding and patience of the old who never took lightly the misery of any people even when they themelves didn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out. But they never backslid. If the truth be told life is sometimes like a very special Christmas where everything and everyone comes together to find old what’s his ass isn’t all the marbles of a dirty deed done dirt cheap anyway. Leave your enemy alone and someone else will do them in for you. Vengeance is Mine. I will repay. The Lord giveth. The Lord taketh away. Blessed be the NAME of the Lord. Oh, our Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell. Lead all souls to Heaven especially those most in need of Thy Mercy. And the wind cries Mary. 4:34 AM

Monday November 28th, 2011 9:06 PM

Don’t know where to start. Five hour conversations with winebibbers or psycotic paraniod war dogs. People like me who suffer loss to the point of bitter tears know what I’m talking about. Poor and hungry lost souls who spoil their pets and then there are those you give to and it ends there. No giving back. Forgotten. Champagne appetite on a beer budget they want me to ride along with them on their roller coaster excursion. Ain’t gonna fly. They are either going to believe without seeing and behave or know God’s just punishment. They’ll probably only understand the wrong end of I faught the law and am sitting in prison because the law won. The laws of God are irrefutable, irrevokable and many fools don’t care until they think they can walk on water and Jesus didn’t. Oh, yea, its a nonconforming establishment of proud violent drunks that lead to the junky street of vampiric secrets which only can’t hide nor escape but rat their way to DOA. They got what they wanted until it actually happened. So you have a Merry Christmas Ebeneezer. I’ll mark void on this check and tear it up because it’s only a bribe of a runaway who talks the talk but the walks the walk of a loser who may as well tell his family, “why don’t you just give me an humiliating kick in the crotch?” Have a nice dream Christmas Eve Ebeneezer. I’d send my condolences to the victims of your god mammon but they don’t send anything but a stupid card with chicken scratch because 20 years of school put out ignoramouses and morons one and all who can’t tell anything but stupid vacuum cleaner jokes that definately suck. A man looked for the wizard to break a 50 year curse. The wizard told him to tell him the words of the curse, how it started. The man said, “I believe in One God” The wizard said, “You’re on your own.” 9:29 PM


I didn’t do good when I was a kid. I was bull shit stubborn and my filthy mouth and my filthy mind has regrets. Indeed I am a more satisfied person because of what it means to have a change come about that was so extreme and powerfully peaceful that here I am in the land of the living three to four decades later. People will be infected with television this holiday season and that will touch on night creatures which just gives night things the nerve to come on at them when they aren’t prepared and will be tempted and they will fall into that grave temptation. So as time and all its lonliness creeps upon you those reminders of those things that seemed so all important will drive you to the dismal portals of confinements or worse. In a way this place never had a chance and it only can get better one person at a time. But people don’t want to change from the antics and the social anomalies that make one person the scapegoat so they can continue their witchy lives in the idle chatter you have to pay for to not want to hear. Death comes sadly after the last bit of stubborn strength gets the visit from Death because when it’s time to go it’s time to go. So depart from here if you can, if you can’t that’s okay too. But I feel as empty as the day after sales rack plus half price off. My friends all died or are dieing and the acquantences have hollow eyed sorrow in their love for those who are already spoken for as that mischief goes to the WALL. 10 years from now I will be long gone and they’ll be stuck with flabberghasted screams that echoe in the upper chambers of societies insane assylums which never go out of business. The empty tombs of the Day after Death also will leave of course but that person left via the midnght train out of Berlin 1945 when all the magic was there. Time and demensions take up what’s left of this scab of journaliistic piracy. I trust you’ve learned your lessons the hard way but its not fair and square with me anyway you cut it to scapegoat me while you walk the streets with some pretty heavy capital crimes thou vermin. Prayer for you just makes me mad enough to spit because that shit always flows as shit to those that you still manage to keep at the bottom of the hill. There you are you cock sucker. Safe and sound. In a place called Earth, that you will never leave. Jehovah indeed is the God of Justice and Judgement. You’ll find out. 5:48 PM

Monday December 12th, 2011 8:40 AM

Spookily white outside with a crystal fog that could turn into Winter Wonderland. Everyday should be easier now that Christmas is in the air. Maybe a feeling of trading something bad for some things that are sacred. But I guess I just don’t know. No, I guess I’m just going to take steps to continue this way. So much better than waking up on a pile of chains. So much better than stuck in an insane assylum with strangers and lonely young people who refuse to abandon hope but smile when I assure them it could be so much worse. I give them finger waves and smile. Together we say, “moonlight in Vermont.” They did the time with me and I did the time with them. No idea where they are now. The world I believe will change because the world has a faith that just needs some more kindling and when the fire roars God the Lord shall smile upon us vague and paranoid leftovers from decades of indifference with silence so thick you could cut it with a knife and intensities in ten cities. But anymore we control ourselves with a mint leaf of iveness because high blood pressure is like a monster within trying to break out and it’ll cause problems that are out of the ballpark. Self control and tender heartedness even as know it alls who persecute us irk and stand at the door for retribution lest we go ballistic and they gang up and take us to the happy holiday emptiness of second place. Gruesome twosomes and the folly of tricks that leave marks on the faces of the innocent find out the divine difference when morning comes and the antics of unbelievers and the slow of heart seem to learn nothing from the peaceful because their antagonism is far fetched and far gone to a life inprisonment of small chambers and tight control that strangles them out of anything but the mind of ludicrousy. They have no conscience and are apt to dissuade fools into believing they are a cut above as they sleep with demons and the lost dead. Believers go onto visions and voices that meet up many years later with I told you so signs in line at the coffee shoppe. But I stand alone because last is first and pagan first can’t find their ass with both hands as they click two copper coins together and plot crimes that set them into a life of having to deal with their own notorious ways. It seems their money and even their high vanity went out the side door to high gas prices, plus insurance, license plates, and upkeep and a route by every cop who can see them coming from a long way away. Unless they are born again they shall not see the Kingdom of God. It takes interest in their own soul unto that salvation but they

think it’s stupid and poppycock and steal a bottle of listerine for another day of jibberish and ranting and off their rocker like a pack of wild dogs with coyote crazy bred into them. Anything that makes sense is foreign to them and not all of them ever snap out of it. Snap out of it. 9:16 AM


The depths of sorrow go clear to the Pits and bowels of Hadees itself. It falls for decades upon the broken spirited who don’t know the healer walks beside them, carries them, to here, where they can catch the fire of the Spirit, the Holy Spirit, and be baptized with it. I guess that’s why I’m here today, this Wednesday in the Western Midwest. Miles and miles of almost barreness but some know it’s The Promised Land. Oh, and Woe did Satan the Devil exume himself to mess up this perfection. He had ways that made Christians act like pagans with no apolagies at all. But that was long ago and time recorded it in graveyards, hospitals, mental institutions, killing floors and tin pan alleys where I come from. Am I dangerous? chuckle chuckle Chuck is in love with every girl he gifts his fancy adoration to how they did it. Especially Mary the Mother of God. One hand washes the other and a heart of flesh is so much better than a hard hearted fool, which all of us were. Young and old, we were so fallen that we fell to ground level zero from Cloud 9 in 1492 easy steps and many, many drunks washed dry. Praise the Lord for He is Good. So, the gates of Hell could not prevail against yours truly and all the antics of oppressors turned to prayers because nowdays everyone worldwide prays to the Good God of Peace. Yes, I still wonder exactly how you survived but for the grace of God you did. Glory Be to the God of Peace. Bought at a price that no small sacrifice can ever repay. Thank You. 4:35 PM


News travels kinda slow but always re how it freezes in the mind that moment. Please Lord give me the courage and strength to keep my mind open when I am being killed so that I can live again. Some say once in a lifetime. I’ve cheated death more times that anymore it is a daily celebration of the nightmare before. But people put people to death and the underground and the underworld keeps cops driving in certain circles because trusting God sometimes just isn’t quite enough to be ??? certain someone will tell the tale of dead men walking. Who ever said it’s a small world weren’t considering Heaven, Hell and the desert. I would rather be a lifeline to the worthy than a last meal of lambchops to a vampire. Oh, they’re real enough to make a neighborhood put away junior’s in love country music for some live jam at the OK Corral. Besides all the Angels you can muster give me light and follow me in so you can lead or haul me out Epstein. My last breath won’t be Jesus is Lord my last breath will be the other half of I told you so. But some people love to take risks when the payoff is far away and higher than even streets of gold and I’m not going to tell you anything but Satan can’t slow me down or stop me but you are going to enjoy Heaven and streets of polished gold where you don’t have to be afraid of your feelings because class is open and you face a WALL of fire that will wash you while those that take the easy way to repentance simply stand outside and water the lawn. The secret? Know your friends and enemies in Hell. You’ll see them again Babyface Nelsen. Machine gun Johnny and even John Dilinger can shoot good enough to make it count and we all made our bed that we are going to lay in whether it’s in the middle of the master bedroom in the landlord’s house or further looking for eggs under the corncrib than you’ve never imagined. But I have imagined believing in more in time that solves murders and pays back those who leave a trail of smiling dead bodies because life didn’t seem that damned important to sit on it one more night; one hand on the Bible, one hand on the gun. So, as you sleep or don’t sleep, in your home away from home or a distant missile silo I wish I had your computor and the maps from satelite imagery of Hell on Earth, especially the lighted areas at 3 AM in that time zone. 9:13 PM

Tuesday May 2nd, 2012 5:12 PM

Everybody’s brave when it’s safe out but at some areas of the world at 3 AM, you might say, there’s a howling going on from a fresh kill, demons and men are wounded. They did it to themselves like a screwed, blued and tattood ex jarhead who re just how truly patriotic a bunch of vipers really are. Dumbass standing like a supreme deity when all of a sudden a blunt object gives a permanant disability and literally defrauds God from getting to the point because He remains silent. Not even a still small voice. Just the humming of machines and a will to stand at Har—Meggon until the last teardrop and glob of blood are assured they will get an answer. You might think it’s not going to happen but your faith is so small you sound like a broken record that plays on and on like you are nothing but chalkstone soft and so brainwashed you think you can just do God favors so you will get the big deal of the day everyday in Heaven while all this Hell you afflicted miserably spits in hatred at your very thought. Just the thought of you really makes my blood boil because you put to death, today alone, 2,000 living human beings and say the ballot box is the answer when I know one hand on the Bible and one hand on the gun is more than an anomaly of how it’s going to be when patriotic and brave men pull their head out of the sand and kill abortionists then burn down everything they’ve accumulated including those that financed it, which is judges and abortion advocates. I don’t have anything, not one fucking thing to do but this, encourage you to go to Heaven knowing you did the right thing to make the angry face of Jesus Christ’s countenance change from anger and spite for this whole deal so that you can receive a glorified, spotless, sinless body, mind, soul and heart while you left behind this guilty world which openly serves their evil king satan the devil and feeds human sacricial bloodshed of anybody they can get away with the insanity of the fruitless murderers. This is the agenda asshole. Whether someone actually is going to take it upon themselves to do it or not is probably not because they have neither the nerves nor the guts. 5:28 PM

Thursday May 3rd, 2012 1:58 AM

Does he line up the devil’s dandruff for you to get more skinny so you can be free and beautiful? Oh, wait, I thought I was talking to someone that once had a conscience. Once had a conscience that didn’t injest hatred like an electrical conductor. That turned out to be a drag queen at a small town coffee shop. FlipWilson’s snowflake cousin from Smallville. Now trading tricks for what? One more day? One more week? The duration just isn’t in the mix. Two separate people who never wanted one thing to be the same. Always on the edge of faggy boys and rug munching moochers who saw slim chance and the can’t hardly playboys doing the midnight train roll on. 2:07 AM

Thursday May 3rd, 2012 2:22 PM

When people are in danger and/or are hated it’s no secret that usually it is without any more cause than envy, jealousy and anger for the spite they think it buys into. Is today the Devil’s day? No. Today is a day you can leave it at the foot of the Cross and get ahold of yourself because even as early as tomorrow may be too late. One split second to impact you beyond the door to death. It could be a bullet. Heart attack. Severe stroke. Or, you may be in a car accident that is fatal for your best friend, your wife, or a child. You may parade around in high sentiments but there is no bringing them back into this time frame because they went to Jesus and decided to stay. So, I do engage in taking my sins and my iniquities and my transgressions and my shortcomings, which are all many and all wrong, and I take them to my Crusifix and behold the price The Son of God The Son of Man had to suffer and perish from to free me. I never respected Jesus the Way I do now and I will not be quiet about the penalties of sin and the wages of unbelief. I’m trying to help you friend. I know you’re isolated and alone and feel Jesus is a million miles away but call on the Name of the Lord and He will answer in a Way that is not only miraculous, it is marvelous. He will give you the peace of the Lord which sures all understanding. I just feel safe and sound and won’t put up with contention, greed, or the bullying or meaness of a castorated world and a lame devil. On the other side of the sky I can imagine Saint Peter and Saint Paul. One having an icy cold coca cola and the other having an icy cold pepsi cola talking and reassuring each other that this is out of humanities hands for God The Father The Lord has Ways far above and beyond and His understanding is limitless. He knows what you’re going to say even before you say it but doesn’t behave meanly or overbearingly unless He is going into Battle. It’s the fear of the Lord that begins the wise sayings of a man who was put to death for his words. No miracles just what he felt and thought was unjust. The more they tried to overthrow him the more courageous and boisterous he got. They conspired with Satan for the price of this person’s head and life and shed his blood and murdered him by falling on him with great vengeance. That’s going on 34 years ago now. I know because I was the human sacrifice victim. You don’t know danger from demons and the audacity of blatant mortal sinners to cover up their heinous crimes by legalization. But I know the sound of a Sword when it is suddenly drawn to delivers a cut to an enemy and

the tortured scream of that devil as he makes out like a wounded rat into the darkness where evil lies. I don’t blame women for taking power because they don’t trust men but all in all women won’t win the very very violent front of warfare the way I myself and millions of others are now prepared to kill and die before being dishonored by cowards whose lasciviousness and debauchory makes them want to cry. The tears of the clown can now stop because some people have things that just need to be wept over and may the Lord be with you and with your spirit. 2:49 PM


The progress of pain shifts in my body to my busted frame and rack of ribs that crack when I roll my shoulders and hunker myself up to entertain my mind by just enjoying this nice cool Spring morning as the radio plays the hits from the minds and hearts of bands of lovers who only want the story to be happy and hopeful for the family of man. A one man stand is pretty much all I am covering the third eye blind of a demon who is always razzed by the gunpowder drinks that fray his nerves and keep him pretty damned crazy. But he can’t hurt you if you don’t let him. Satan can come and sit at the foot of your bed with his henchman yet can’t lay a finger upon you. Not to say trouble is where you’re at but everyday clear your mind and make ammends for your conscience because there are people and things in this world that come on like an angel of light until the dark force they are about plays idiot and insane over your corpse. Just because you have hands that twang factor your discipline you must cleanse your hands before the Lord before any good can come out of you. Your fingers are kung fu and people who thieve end up with a whole lotta nothing because the Lord requires seven times from that person who stole for restitution. Morally and religiously you must have nerves of steel to be a professional thief but that panicky bastard or bastardette will find the constitution of God no less will haunt their conscience and put the top of the mountain so far away they will never try to climb it. There is a mountain to climb and it’s a thousand miles away. A mountain in your mind now beyond the WALL. Walk patiently to your mirror and see the person who will save your life, your soul, and your mind from a disaster that is this country with unfriendly cops waiting to bust your head open in case you don’t know. No more free entertainment for friendly drunks. Why waste time bringing them up from hell as they degrade the ambiance of garbage with their friendly fag trip of I love you man when they love nothing nor anyone from their true church of the poisoned mind. They are drunks goddammmit. No good, worthless sacks of shit. You are deceived if you can expect any good from them as you ride the train to nowhere with their company of foolish and plagued fun. It’s not fun, it’s a nightmare worse than the nightmare of life has to be because without them there is peace but with them there are crimes that are sickening to any society as their lifestyle is too drunk to fish. They won’t quite. They can’t quite. It’s always back to their sob story of how they were a little kid

and then they blame it on themselves and stupidly fumble mumble and stumble around the kitchen. The birds are content because it’s been overcast and raining for three days on and off. 7:33 PM


Some days were meant for losers to regroup and come again tomorrow. If they never show up again so much the better for the gossip of lady’s men to harvest the wind like the blow of Moby Dick. All these self evident truths seem just to be self evident tricks and traps that make blue lights out of the ashes of demon destruction. Poof! They were no more. This day reminds me of a childhood day on a Sunday in a town, that before it lost its mind, wasn’t a concentration camp of oblivious night time midnight winds. Call it what you may, the vain hypocracy of push and shove authorities torture the rights of those who just want a moment alone to love the skin they’re in. Maybe they can get some relief knowing that Jesus understands what the choking, the blackouts, the hell of all this sudden hypocritic help that has a memory of ziltch. These self evident no minds won’t taste the gifts of freedom themselves so they will use their propaganda messages of law and order against the psycic grain of deliberate stands that feel real good about surviving to tell the tale of green grass and high times forever. 1:51 PM


It’s too early and too late for excuses. Somewhere shooting up is a junky who plays like tomorrow won’t find out. It makes today like stepping out into a nest of vampires camping out in the April wine of last years blood festival now 11 months later. The blood does the murder here at hotel hell on the border between guts and the fair play list of bad music which makes about as much sense as the devil quoting scripture. But his words are all gimme gimme. Then he gets a gun and takes you to the cellar. Suddenly like it isn’t as fair as Mayberry RFD as only the sky forgets that hellatious long night last night now improved because of daylight. Am I your enemy? I think that was decided 34 years ago. Don’t expect me to call you anymore than someone I used to because whoever you are your ego is that of spit in the wind. Where it lands up nobody knows. I’m travelling on the first chance I can get to the Gulf of Mexico, hopefully before Winter sets in. Just forget we ever happened because you play like an unfair child that severely needs more than a spanking. Days like this are meant for letting the medication set in my body and mind and turn off the cell phone so as to sleep until the cows come home again. Love is a far cry away from what I’m feeling right now because I feel cursed. Gee, I wonder why. I guess I won’t have to wonder long because the radio’s songs are 3 minute lies and 3 minute empty promises that bring heaven to bare but we’re all just trying to enjoy our coffee and not think of one damned thing to piss off loud mouth bastards into landing on cloud 9 while cloud 8 still is vacant except by the wildman from Borneo. Stick it. You’re not invited loud mouth drunk. You get stupid with the oldies while I twist and shout in anguish of how real pain goes and you sit there with all your witchcraft and potions that guinea pigged their way to the top of the medical chart like a shot a whiskey wouldn’t do the same damned thing. So I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t so I will take your head into a place that you are just waking up from and now wishing you were dead. Well, wish in one hand and shit in the other because you are so far in debt I’m surprised you can still wiggle and I know your deep depression will only adjust to more bad knews until oneday you fall over dead or get killed by heathen men with a score to settle. Then they can fuck with you no longer and if your name is in the book of life you will find the other side of this coin. If you are blotted out of the book of life it were better for you that you had never

been born. There are many called but few are chosen. I’m going to Mexico. Maria Teresa Marina Martinez is waiting in old Mexico. You better go bury your dead because they’re getting deader every day. 6:14 PM


They say crossing the Jordon always leads to the battle front. But Jordon is just the same muddy river as it was 2,000 to 10,000 years ago when Earth honed a Savior out of the hope that no one could see but they still believed. I still believe that out of the corruption we are in some people are senselessly guilty because they trust that it’ll be pretty much the same old hat in the New Heavens and the New Earth but I am blessed because I have seen things right out of Hell that I will escape by provisions of what I uncovered as a sort of scout for an inquiry of the Lord Who knows everything now. I guess He just wanted to make sure His questions were understood by someone who prayed for understanding and got enough wisdom to know the killer inside was put to the question of life and changed like a green apple changed to a golden delicious with time that most either piss away saying they deserve things and blow the shit out of the water all over the white sands which is, in theory, what humanity has become, as the sands of the seashore. So, I won’t waste time here on the shores of Jordon like I have lessons to experiment with because, to God, even dieing is wrong until He calls like a still silent voice that you have to be crazy to hear and hate yourself to obey. But I wash my hands now in innocense instead of the guilt this world mangles and twists and writhes in like fiesty night crawlers that are all about eghads and leave the imagination hoping that even in this Hell they call civilization they can bark at the Moon and find relief from stupid worry that God’s going to leave you alone but the cops watch everything their weasily beady snake eyes can detain. It’s all fun and games until somebody is killed neath the town hall light. Beings that someone is me you don’t have to worry about if there is an angry Bishop of your Soul watching over you since that Bishop of your Soul is the Notorious Jesus Christ Who was, is, and will come again to show you unseen things that take motivation and make miracles to survive until you don’t. Then is it Hell? I like to think Jesus gets a kick out of squeeling idiots so filled with delight as the spirit road turns loneliness and horneyness into wide open debauchory and lasciviousness by two fat fuckers who Bonnie and Clyde their way through life and certainly deserve their money’s worth when it comes to the complete horror show for gross heathens, bloody pagans and butchering barbarians whose civilization consists of me giving them the right directions to all the dangerous Hell that money could cover

up as the creek and the winds blow through the window pane and you can’t buy enough pain so you incorporate money into the thick cream you skim like a rat in the barn. So be it. I’ll celebrate when you hang yourself or shoot yourself after you’re caught with your pants down because I know how it feels to dream of pussy Heaven and a constant party of french kisses with german whores as the clock, our common enemy, looks excitedly at you and says you are a fool for believing what you have not seen and even a bigger fool mixing up your ass with the same hand that today killed 2,000 and tomorrow will kill another 2,000. The meat that Jesus spoke of. Human meat. If He doesn’t come for this poverty stricken hungry kingdom maybe He will come to dish out with the Sword of His mouth Justice and Judgement which is the biggest american joke and fuck story since the roman colliseum days. Not in your backyard? Try every other aspect of your life right down to your ballpark franks you rooty tooty hosebag of irreligeous freeze dried conveniancy that you can’t kick out of your life because you are so enslaved and so stupid you lost the world and your soul through one legal yankee murder called freedom of choice. So, I’ll take my freedom of choice alright and burn at the stake you and everything you’ve ever touched that truly leaves you a red handed murderer that your law protects from true justice and I have smiles and smiles to go until I really get my revenge on your personal tour of Hadees and the such in the next world and don’t be late. Thursday May 17th, 2012 12:30 AM


I can’t do what 10 people tell me to do so I guess I’ll remain the same with the world being no particular friend of mine but those whom seek me out I will in no ways cast out. The only fiction I see in this book is the fact it moves just like the days, weeks and seasons have purposes and times that pretty much rule over all of us up to 90 percent of everything we think, say and do. So, as the railing accusations fly like Roman candles in the hand of the neighborhood bully I want you to know I never felt sorry for you because you don’t need anybody feeling sorry for you or feeling bad for whatever has happened to have you sit in one place and not let the world try to humiliate you or bring you down but in my book capitalism is just the biggest cheating game that has been around since Satan pimped Eve back on Adam for the accomplishment of the deed that has screwed me up and down the WALL so many times that I feel like a mental health junky and I don’t like it anymore than a drunks wife loves whiskey on his breath when he’s nailing his wife to this very damned same WALL corn pone. So, before you ram a shovel of more shame down my throat realise you’re just a pissing contest for a citizenship of women that are the same basic hussys that managed to abort an entire civilization because you do it to one and God cops an attitude and the next thing you know another entire civilization is flushed down the toilet just like the days of Noah and other times that are mentioned in holy scripture. No body has figured anything out but how to go into debt since the absolute failure of how to win friends and influence people sold out to obaba. I have free range on women. If they think I’m going to miss something let them say never because I know different and it’s too late. Maybe you better go down to the taco factory and just keep trusting fools who don’t tell you to shape up or ship out because people die easily enough from the same attitude you throw yourself into like a wet bar rag on drunken vomit. Today is not good. Today is not bad. Today is simply today and I don’t take wooden nickels or worn out 8 track tapes of how you won’t grow up. But the enviromental clock has done finished that for you while you have obtained a reason for why you should consider that this is not a true christian anything because when you are a true christian GOD THE LORD prioritizes your life to become a disciple and servant of Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ the LORD sometimes needs to let you know He loves you but my payday package went to a world that is like a golf course and I

whistle at the birds and they whistle back. So, no, it’s a false start and the race begins anew with a brand new generation that will be as untrustworthy as the baby boomers are. Dedicated to self interests that they crusify you for. Let go and let God. Patiently tapping and cigarette burning you are not ready and probably never will be for what’s inevitable because you’re a dreamer, not a realist. When something happens in God’s book, right up to the slightest malefactor, it gets recorded as evidence. I may be crazy but I’m not stupid. Fall out of your tree somewhere else today because pretty boy pink floyd is beyond repair and you’re just being kicked around like a soccor ball just like everyone else and I’m just telling you some more of the cold hard facts of life. If you need a closing close the book because I truly value relationships that offer Heaven more than trashy trailor houses with broken toilets. When it’s my time or turn to die I won’t miss you where I’m going because decency is always nice to people and helps the blind to see. Not putting them in a corner and feeding them with a slingshot. 10:51 AM


It is certain my enemy is hurting. Don’t expect me to sympathize with you you bloody bastard. Things change but you just backslide into your comfortable and ever so conveniant and disorganized life style where you don’t need nothing but daddy big bucks. But the old man bailed and left nothing but an IOU for his practical life. You go first and I’ll be right behind you. Yea, sure dipshit. You just ‘preciate it to death because the only thing you ‘preciate is either illegal or immoral. The last piece of ass you got was the last time your finger slipped through the toilet paper as you wiped your cockroach arse. I when everyday was curiosity’s reminder where my hard discipline would get me out of here someday but I am within 25 feet of where I was 32 years ago. Virtual reality gives me the advantage to wait until hell freezes over or I die from cancer, diabetis or schizophrenia which I don’t suffer from, I enjoy every minute of it. Suicide solutions are solutions alright because one minute they were here, the next day they were sad reminders there are things in this world that don’t give a damn about anyone but themselves because surely they will never get depressed and surely the old fool will sober up and the last cowboy’s waltz will go tirelessly into the Sunset with Mexicans chanting huh huh huh in his last ride from hero town which has the curiosity of a cat and the trickyness of a street wise cunning bavoso who thinks his luck will never run out. It’s always just one more time or it’s always just this one time until I have lost count of the lieing and thieving bastards who don’t stop at violence because emotionally and conscientiously they firmly believe they will have a happy ever after fairy tale of easy money, hot women, and fast horses, while they weasil their way in and out of dramatic depression like a worm. So, who do I have to thank? Seriously, I thank God I got my ass busted so hard my face inward is nothing but a crazy dream that illuminated my every desperate moment and still burns a lot brighter than phoney american women who beg, barter, and enslave themselves to wise cracker guys who can’t come clean until they come back as a casualty of war. More damned violence than Hell can hold within it’s illustrious potent of Satan the Devil who is the vainest of vain cock sucker’s nemisis that will intercept your mission with his presence and make you deceive and betray your true friend which you always gladly try to stick in an insane assylum to the tune of 60 times along with your great american psyciatry of shock therapy that I enjoyed

as much as when the niggers, wetbacks and white trash punk cowards ruptured my right nut which went boing when these brave marines showed me what it’s all about. Come around here you cock suckers. I’ll persecute you right back further than the gates of hell you mediocre sack of shit. You’ll pay me now and pay me later in ways that you’ll believe only when and after you find out as I did how to catch a falling star who the world persecuted and stands alone where demons and Angels fear to tread you god damn cock suckers. Exsqueeze me Jesus. No. I don’t plan on wasting my time on full blown idiot losers who are going to inherit the rushing winds of darkest vampire burial grounds of Hell so brave that they’ll find out my strong defence is a powerful delusion which sees the unseen to provide a place where you can spend the rest of your life until your dick drops off. 3:34 PM

Sunday June 10th, 2012 2:59 PM

I when the organ piped out here comes the bride and you walked with your head held high down the aisle to 13 years of . . . Everyday I wonder what it’s like to be able to have two lives. My opinions and the way the world is gives no room for mercy for myself so if and when I die no body will realise that my life was given for those who really didn’t have a care to hear their own story. Rudimentary life jingles like two pennies in the wishing well as the day begins smack dab in the middle of the afternoon. My foggy memory went under this morning at about 7 AM and I slept like a dead man for 8 solid hours. I pull my bones into mesh by rolling my shoulders and my spine feels and sounds like cards being shuffled. There are no grim reminders on this Sunday because the stillness and the clouds are probably going to brew up a late afternoon storm. Even though my days are numbered I feel no anxiety because when it’s time to go it’s time to go. I have led an unruly life of comfort and pain and have sins that most people didn’t fall for but between the Devil and the deep blue Sea I have had plenty of room in my soul and the airwaves of demonism to have stories that prove there is a little light and a lot of darkness in the world I describe. Am I in the dark? In my imagination I am free enough to understand that being alone doesn’t keep too many tabs on all the letdowns that Satan keeps shoveling in my path. I am a crucified man who holds the hands of those who are just trying to take their minds off of the crap that the world sometimes gangs up to anihilate. People chasing people to throw them off of the cliff because they make great claims while the nights of terror burn like a smoking reed. Smoldering as if something out of this world touched them and they are beside themselves. Well, it’s time to make a pot of coffee and wake up. Another day in the aweful fight that goes toe to toe with someone as illusive as a dark shadow of the form of a man, two men, who are ed like a bad bad dream. 3:33 PM


I repent of my sins, iniquities, transgressions, and shortcomings. My wrongdoings are of the flesh. I don’t know how the world is going to make it as a free world because there are so many that come into problems that are so great it is a humbling experience to be in their presence, Oh Lord God of Israel. My heart goes out to those who have tried and tried and tried yet find the depressions of life are so dark and lonely they can’t make it. So, I send out prayers like, Oh, our Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell, lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy Mercy. This here’s the story of a girl. God’s Mind? Who is God’s psyciatrist? 10:51 PM


Who is God’s psyciatrist? He must have one who is able to dish out evil unto those whose evil is rampant. For money they kill, steal, beg, borrow. Or, for sick satisfaction they rape, murder and desire that which God Himself says is not only unlawful but unprofitable which fat cats choose to sneer at until they get pistol whipped for 10 minutes straight for the Ten Commandments they delivered to the human inhuman Supreme Court of the Great Whore of Babylon and it’s system of betrayal which is also known as secular government. What? You don’t think I could be as mean to you as you actually are? How’s blinding sound? Or, just hanging you bastards? My paradise is as secure as your phantasia Hell is deep and treachorous with your fate and destiny is sealed. It’s too late for you to repent. Your past and your future will be as merciless as the slaughter of the innocents you said weren’t humans. Oh, your lieing ways, your list of lies and your lieing tongue deserves it when it is split in two. You make sure to make your plea loud and clear murdering doctors and dispicable judges who are going to be in good company when you hang. Gee, doctors and lawyers hanging together. Amen. Don’t forget Alice in Wonderland. Time’s coming when we’re going to be hanging you faster than america can make the rope to keep it up. It’s a beautiful day and you’re all stretched out on the Gallows. I can see it now. Don’t bother writing me from Hadees. There is no mail delivery there. Just a whole lot of want in the abyss of a whole lot of demands. You liked enslaving people. You are branded as a slave, a fool, and a demon worshiper who thought God’s Chosen didn’t know how to play hardball. Why should I stop before I talk about making a tobacco pouch out your scrotum so they have no worrys about their dink. Why should I stop before telling them that in 10 million years I’ll visit their cell in Hell and see what’s become of them as the tales getting taller and taller and all you can think about is either how true this is or how true this is. I don’t blink when I have to walk through fire you fucknuts idiots. 7:00 PM

Saturday June 16th, 2012 1:48 AM

Does the boogey man still boogy outside the locked doors of the insane assylum where they drink to my health because I won’t drink anymore? Or, does the Henesy really subscribe to drinking down a months worth of good tobacco so chumps can laugh at boring jokes of other drunks who want to use your butt for your broom and your forehead for an ashtray? I don’t know you freaking nymphomaniac but you probably will find more hope putting out that fire by taking on the Harlem Globetrotters until they break their necks on that thin ice of your membrane you call a clean running engine complete with a horn of determined satisfaction that I just can’t see as anything but a black hairy monster complete with teeth which is why I live on and the Hollywood hospital smokes Pall Mall straits on their way to a place hot and sensitive to ill repute. But, such as it is pretty, I mean beauty is young enough to sensitize my hope for glory even in this scarred and beaten face they drop everything over to get a look at and I stay and grow everthemore devoted to Mary the Mother of God Who has shown me that courage is the stamina to make Dominoes Pizza while knocking my socks off with her total sanity that is the only one I see tough enough to knock my white socks off, holes and all. Isn’t that funny. I am amused how she could lay that product and that ass so on the line that just one look and I am possessed by her down to Earth grass roots goodness. That’s my confession for tonight just like the Boss’s love for the queen of the supermarket. You’re only one word away from 10 books that you will write unless you drink false heaven dry with your phantasia of having John the Baptist’s head delivered to you piouslessness junkyard whores selves and mothers on the polished silver platter of a world that I live in that thinks silver is excess weight and junk and bless my soul I’ve had my teeth knocked down my throat so many times I changed the game to a little more productive for me and a lot less bloody bitch on your side Susy does Sioux Falls and the nomneclature of an ass that needs beans so when she farts in her sleep I can have my bic lighter lit and salute the dead sailors whom died in the line of duty to see that ass which bugged their eyes right out of dodge and screwed off their drug abuse and gay pride for what a man better finds once or twice in his lifetime so he can retire to a life of screwing demons, vampires, hyperacive children—(just kidding) and various black hairy violent bastards to WALLS in intrepid places so they can show them their doodling before they’re

branded exactly where they don’t want to be branded and tattood with a dead give away they think they can jack off to greater health and better mental satisfaction that screwing a vampire with steel screws to the WALL and have Pink Floyd sing Mother should I build the WALL while their goose is cooked in a place no body wants to go that has a waiting list of those who will be left there with all their shame, dear god, pulling them under to six feet under Hell itself where the police don’t bother to believe but it’s there as sure to me as when I was blinded and paralyzed with the truth of certain butchers and suckers and non believers who trusted my more or less innocent blood would buy them the wealth of victory at land sea and air when practicle murder set them at naught for we won’t go and will kill you when you show up with enough courage to die for your beliefs which to me are as phoney as a heroin deal in Las Vegas. As your spine is severed from your head and used by the world soccer association I hope your nuts get kicked in and your whore wife has Joan of Ark kick your whore right in the cunt because you went from bad to worse straight from the womb while your brothers and sisters were loved so little they were made food for people who engage in human sacrifice that sometimes finds they or their wives or their husbands can’t handle the truth and hang or shoot themselves right in plain view so they can get the attention that the eternal galaxy of the Orion Nebula which becomes an eternally loathsome and lonesome damnation from the god they swore was invisible and only worthy of disobedience which no father takes from a sniveling brat who needs his/her feelings hurt for starters so they can get sober and stay sober as this world continues to fall into an abyss that God Alone will remedy yours truly and those who maintained their faith without glorifying noxious adventures into Pinocio Donkeyland then claiming they are experienced with being anything but a braggart and a fool who has an appointment with a very disgruntled and ran out of mercy patient king. As you dig in the stink of garbage you have accumulated you can be sure this will stick like super glue on grandma’s dimestore china that I broke because graven images and idolatry just like false gods have ears but don’t hear and eyes that don’t see. They also don’t take instruction as the clock tick tick ticks at the dead silent insane assylum where those who might escape find out that visiting ghosts don’t remain silent. No, their simple appearance is worth more words than your doubtful mind can hebada hebeda that’s all folks dig fast enough to escape a world that’s falling apart behind you and has been since murder raised it’s ugly head and walks the street as free men now and those sons of bitches have an agenda that occupies 3 out of every 10 households plus satanic sections of prisons and insane assylums which can’t seem to bone up and captain’s courageous their ass into being anything but zero prayer and zero faith from

being another damned junky who thinks they are the vision of beauty as they proudly shuffle by in their deceit and don’t think twice. So, amigo, you better put your vagrant life of absent prayer into reverse so you can be covered in the shame of all these yesterdays that are covered with mortal sins that makes a jarhead grandpa’s vagrant cursings of corrupted civilization go down with the ship before ever thinking twice about taking an about face on the most sincere fraud that will crumble because it is a great big banker’s house so built on sand that just a matter of time is needed that is overdosed when I factor in the common denominater of why I pray and who I pray to while this society virtually burns itself out and eats itself out of house and home while the transgressions of the governor of their heart pupes out and they crash and burn just like they try to drive me away but I keep coming back and the winds come up like a tempest out of Hell to blow against their god mammon which is out of the One God’s furious and certain displeasure which quickly and without reservation separates its spine from its head and I say ooh rah. That ain’t a sheep. That’s my dad. Moo hoo hoo hoo ha. The billy goat’s gruff. 2:55 AM

Monday July 2nd, 2012 3:09 PM

They run around in the red hot heat of the day like a herd of vampire sheep who are too cool to believe the diary of a man. I know. I know they put crosses on your back they won’t lighten with even one finger and snivel Jesus Jesus but He hears you not them. Could care less for them andela. Phoney government “friends” who slept with the dead last night and will sleep with the dead again tonight. Yea, I got their number nailed to the WALL. So, as the tyrant heat wave finds you begging and fighting for your next breath while all the bullshit radio disc jockeys sit in air conditioned luxury tonight will see cowboys howling at the Moon and tragedy and comedy coming out into the cool night air to drink the blood of kings and curse this wretched and corrupt pagan heathen world that swims in the blood of the innocent. God is with you and your cross will get you to Calvary but He is Risen and He is Alive. Tonight. Tonight. 3:16 PM


When my problems are like a WALL in front of me and everyone is off in their own measley world of tyrant’s gold it is nice to pray to Jesus and say, “ me Lord when You come unto Your Kingdom.” People misunderstand motives for ing time at a typewriter because right here there are no lies. Just a place to make a beginning and let the blood flow and course through my body as I encroach upon sometimes satanic tabboo. One day in the life is not always spectacular but chipping away at this WALL is a safe bet this is going to be going on, in my mind, for as long as it takes. Someday the WALL will fall but until then this area of the world is off limits. Sometimes the best thing to do is nothing at all. I’ll regroup and carry my cross of pain and shame to another shore someday but until then the old business I will trust to the Lord and let go of the anger, the stress and the agony of being cursed and vexed. I have hope that Jesus can still use me in a Way that is not a detriment to late night murders. If some one is going to die then someday the person who killed him/her is going to get a late night visit. It indeed is a lonely and dangerous life. 9:35 PM

Saturday July 7th, 2012 5:31 PM

Dangerous world that’s going to get more and more dangerous every fucking loser’s parade losing day from here on out and you are going to sit there and hear it out loud and clear for silencing me and slandering me and robbing me and torturing me and killing me and robbing my identity and my taxes while your agenda is strictly kill, steal and destroy your hypocriic, lieing, murdering, funky coal madina hell bound dumb ass into a very hot and thirsty and very ironic eternity. Crying won’t help you and attempted prayer will reach only the WALL and you will discover an existent noise because even the roaring fire that’s tormenting you will be wholly silent. You will become a person who is damned to the WALL, damned from grace and condemned to the very deceit you bashed in, sabotauged, exploited for mammon and crusified in the name of your phoney comion, trust and concern which leaked like a syve because it was always just a gimic. Your daddy Satan is taking a beating and you’re not man nor woman enough to do anything but cower to the worthless mister and miss bigshot of stupidity, insolence, and idiocy that ranks right up there with your cowardly treason, 45,000,000 human sacrifice abortions, vain and phoney injustice, and manslaughter and murder by law. So, I represent Jesus. Still misrepresented is a demonic world that sets out everyday to be the pagans who crusify the Lord by their words, actions and deeds until the bottom of the proverbial bean bucket buckled. Well, at least you’ve only got your worthless life to save for a short term endearment now and will find no relief from the government people who eat baby poo and call it apple sauce. Have at the street and psyciatric mind drugs because you’ve got only a short time to live once you’re prescribed them by a government doctor and ordered by a government judge because they’ve heard it all before from those who I will personally put the 13 knot noose over their unblindfolded heads and hang in Hadees at the Gallows with their stolen gold they stole from me in my pocket where it rightly belongs. Their justice delivered in Hadees from me will then fall and fall and fall and fall and fall and continue to fall into the abyss for their permanant damnation which they shall haunt and be haunted, hunt and be hunted in that barren place called The Pit until they reach some dark reality that a fool even knows as the WALL. Full of abominations and blasphamys they will find a little peculiar voice on the far side of the WALL but they shall never tress against anybody

again in that world which will search and destroy the very determination to die. But they won’t and they couldn’t believe in this life even if they believed they are responsible for every word they don’t understand and/or conceive which sent to the grave and/or maimed the existence of as the humanistic goverment and the socialistic government is stopped one step short of communism and given the Judgement of those who defraud the Annointed of Jehovah as this pathetic world follows with it’s signs. But none shall be given. As suddenly as Jesus opens their eyes as the guilt of all their sins is railroaded into a cattle car in 1945 at midnight in Berlin for a destination of Auswich. When God demands Justice and Judgement nobody is qualified but yours truly to make sure it is measured and equal on a Scale which mankind and all humanity betrayed and some actual lovers of Jesus see that Jesus is Right and True and continually works in miraculous ways which are sometimes unobserved to the peanut section because all the Sermon on the Mount people got out of life is poverty poverty poverty. But when God The Father unleashes His Furious Wrath they’ll wish they would’ve done what they were told and obeyed but they just shrug their shoulders and mumble some satanic oath like liberty and justice for all which they never did. So, they’ll miss the visitor who is coming at the third watch to the patient waiters like yours truly and you will get yours and I will get mine. You always were a self serving son of a bitch just like everyone from Mexico to Canada and coast to coast but just decided you would not believe a faiery tale. So turn off the light, throw this hard earned book in the closet with the skelatons or burn it. You never could see beyond your nose anyway and blindly make benefit of those who mister brownstoned their way to the radio and television with the doctors and legal advice that has sure fired their way into pissing off and deceiving mama until every damned believer is a fraud and every damned liar believes only lies until they die from being enslaved and the beaurocrats and politicians are held responsible and start being thrown into the Lake of Fire until the flames require a noise of them that will scare the Hell out of Satan the Devil himself because he will them. All along they have served him for money and betrayed oaths like a monkey eats a bananna until monkeys fly and pigs bark while the squirelly Earth becomes obsolete for Heavenly purposes and fire and brimstone fall from the sky and those who atheistically and paganly and heathenly lived a reprobate life become shit on the face of the Earth. Earth will forever be a graveyard. There will be a sign from God placed upon it. It will be the moral of humanity’s attitude toward The Holy God of Israel. The sign will say, DEMORALIZED. 6:31 PM


I no longer say Lord me when You come unto Your Kingdom. I say Lord me when You come with Your Kingdom. It’s all going on like a circus is the sky. When it rains it pours in your life as well as mine. I’m sorry depression takes the soul out of a person and puts it in a view of narcissists that are so spiritually blind they even choose to put a smile down as a disabilty. If that’s so Barack Obama will lose the election because he smiles when he’s happy and shows concern when things need to be observed under close scrutiny. That’s not bad at all. Some people take on the worship of the Devil right along with his cold blood and hard heart. They think it’s pretty cool to mislead others by telling them self interesting stories of how great they are when all we are is a ing mist. You just that old man the next time you want to die because chances are I’ll still be waiting and watching while you tiptoe through the tulips of your false god mammon which only allows you space to think of all the Hell you prominaded around to waltz across Texas. I’m not saying you’re wrong I’m just saying that God wants an audience so He doesn’t have to confuse you with humanities greed for we are all poor in His Eyes. But the wicked are sly and want to put on a front of the proposition that we can make you happy when I’ve seen you beside yourself more times than I wish it wouldn’t have had to have been that way or the world got to you with something that damned near killed you. Sneaky little demons who scare children and scarey children who were born with enough of no future than to the Army and be carried away to a life where death is definately a card in the deck they play around a round table until somebody throws it in their face and then business begins. So I did that yesterday and if I have to I’ll do it again today because wealth is simply wealth but greed is a sin. So, mister self interest how are you doing in that clammy office or your place on the assembly line you can’t stand any more, then going to a giant city that has lives within it that want to throw you in the path of a fast moving train or leave you on the street where the guns and drugs sabotauge you so badly you become a virtual death that shuffles down the street in the middle of the strange indifference that can only be called a lost soul looking for life of Mars. It doesn’t make any more sense than sitting down at a table with people who hate you and expect to have an enjoyable meal. There’s always that one in my life that will hate me until the end and gather forces to persecute and take

away what my forefathers faught for and what I contnue to ride on like a pale horse which isn’t freedom yet but I’m not finished. As a matter of fact I’m just getting my second wind. Tell all the junkies to go to Hell including the cokehead judge who needs to be thrown out of a high rise building window like Pauli did to another foolish wiseguy in Crime Story. I guess this is a crime story. There’s always a noose in every truth. Just go on trusting in the Lord because nobody hears you and money is just a carrot in front of a jackasses nose to keep that dumb ass as a beast of burden because not everybody can nor will do it. The song of drunks fills the whorehouse as they think the party is a good idea until everybodies gone including the belle of the ball because I’m just too fucking crazy to give up on a word such as discipline which is of the holy spirit and beings this is a country of free speech damn the torpedos full speed ahead. God’s favor fell upon me after the wrath of men could kill me no deader but I am alive and they walk the streets as free men. Keep a place in your heart for Hell. It’s pretty easy to do that isn’t it? Because judging from what I’ve heard the greed of contancerous bullshit people who tried and tried and tried to overthrow me and my constitional rights can have the bird in their face from outside the prison where they CHOSE instead of obeying the law. If you can’t obey your own laws you too will suffer from the avarice and greed that the world now wishes it wouldn’t have sat down with because death isn’t the end death is the beginning. Of course you want to get on your knees and make a confession. But you slammed that door upon your own soul when you betrayed your own laws of life, liberty and the persuit of happiness, not kidnapping, torturing or killing yours truly. God has sent me back as a witness and all you can vainly think about is how in the world is my parakeet ass going to cover what I have done with my dragon mouth. So, the Devil hands you the money you conspired with with other people to steal mine and the guilt is not there it’s hiding in an office with its cocaine, methamphetimines, marijuana and booze just about as responsible to irresponsibilty as the state can get. Flush the toilet in your own life before you send me the sad facts because you’re just another money fooled panhandler who can’t stand the skin you’re in. 2:58 PM

Tuesday July 17th, 2012 3:30 AM

Nothing but a coward who is going to use the system to enslave me. These songs I play are for you and not for them. You hold out while they scim the cream from the top and think they can obtain the promises of Christ because they misleadingly believe He is a ive Lord Who won’t or can’t meet out the Justice they are far from although they put up the front like a shining devil. As they get their head kicked in in an alley of tin pan justice they will be fixed and many of those who trust them will be shone that 34 years of gutless americanism will inherit the Wrath of Jesus Christ whether they esteem it as nothing but some things in this life you just can’t explain. But it’s there yankee and a bullet in your head is too good, too easy you fucking cock sucker. All things to everyone run run away. This being king of fools is just an execution chamber when this usurped world has to answer for their conspiracys, their injustices, their thieving, their lieing and their murders which went on yesterday and go on today. I am just a swift witness who doesn’t care if I do die because you are the ones who are going to have fire and pain and unquenchable thirst. Take your yankee flag and shove it up your ass where it belongs. Reprobative anomaly of murder and treason doen’t care why or how but plays a murderer’s game of chance with a nigger who eats and digests the fruit of the womb which, I guess, to you, just doesn’t matter and Jehovah God and Jesus Christ don’t see or care. As you swim to stay afloat in the Lake of Fire you will understand I mean what I say. One ticket to paradise is all you have and you cheat, lie and steal so that it became as invalid as a three dollar and half a pack of cigarettes whore. 3:44 PM


Surely Shirley would possess her love for the four kids of a worthless jarhead drunk that drove his insanity far into another life that actually cares enough to bury the dead with rosary’s of Mary chained to the fool who comes mastering around the Devil Satan with words of his own that he holds quite dearly with every penny stolen returned wrapped around a fist because if this was for the money you’d be deceived. You have nothing I need but to tell you where to go when you like to suggest I obey your murdering american law that holds the knife to the virgin’s throat and gives the fruit of the womb to the wolves you call men of wealth and men of esteem when I’ve got them buried up the their necks in a red army ant hill and plan on watching them, men and women, have their eyes eaten out. That’s just the beginning because Apaalyon has his own hate list of haters who spread treason in the name of innocent blood on the WALL that has you forever in both directions damned right up to the point you glowered and lowered yourself to kiss the hand of a traitor and take the bribes of SATANIC sorcery from the hand of a vampire so you could win friends and influence people. Well, as stands, you’re the most damned troop of misunderstanding fools that has tramped the Face of Earth since the coward Judas Iscariot handed Christ Jesus over to that law of man with their zombies Pontius Pilate and night creature Herod who was called a king but couldn’t even keep the maggots to stop eating him alive. I can hear Vincent :Price reading your first guilty sentence to the Angel of Death right now you worthless, less than worthless, totally ironic mister importunity who thought it was all going to come out okay while you drove the innocent man to your state torture chambers so full of apostasy that you frightened real people into letting me slam and take out more demons and evil spirits that goes on even to this moment as societies orphans and widows start to wisen up and cut you off from the neck up. As time goes on I’ll get the news as it travels fast on these swift waters of things to do and say as the reprobates want to stand still in their human tombs and suffer with the pharmacolgy of psyciatric hoodoo and witchcraft and voodoo and black magic. All high paid americans who in summary crusified their way to my door which is gaurded by one or two Angels of JEHOVAH Who is God enough to laugh with me when they inherit the wind and the pain of fire forever dancing in the lethargy of a minute of life that was taken by the wisdom of a murdering fool

who trusts tonight will not tell anyone who matters and God is blind and can’t see. I will go back to reading Job and enjoy the freedom I bought for myself from Jesus Who is kind and good to me while you go to sleep so as to get up and follow the same routine that bankrupted the old whore america until she couldn’t squat down far enough to even skim the cream off the top of the milk pail anymore. I hung the church that invented work and now live atop the big rock candy mountain. You know, after decades of not giving a shit about anyone but yourselves I wonder how after a million years of the isolation and dic rubbing insanity and the virtual screaming of mankind’s promised reward should each individual fail . . . yea, after you’ve accrued all that interest on stolen rights, property and wealth you’re going to escape finacial and egotistical ruin. You won’t. It’s in the cards now just like the jokers and aces that flash like a killer in the theatre, or the McDonalds, or the schoolhouses, or the churches. This is not a safe world and the very best they’ve got are sharp toothed vipers that try to crush before they swallow. Dead babies cry under the Altar of The Almighty day in and day out but they bring to trial for these things so I will leave my coat as they steal the shirt off my back, but, alas, I will expose their treason, betrayal, treachory and murder to vain ears and eyes so vain they will glare at me as I tell them it were better for them that they and it had never been born. You live with it every day and this is war that calls victory over the enemy the same cast of characters that do homage to Satan the Devil and stupidity and idiocy like I never did open the Bible about nor pray for understanding. God did deliver me from their fowlers net and I won’t walk into a fight without determining the outcome before idiots mess up the world so bad there is nothing nor anyone left to deliver. Many are called but few are chosen and they can eat dirt for all I care because they were the makers and judges of laws that are so inept it is a vain free murderer. As the rope went around their neck they found out that Justice is Jesus’s and Judgement is delivered by the Hand of God the Father Almighty. 12:54 AM


Pour out Your Grace upon me Oh, Lord. Wash me clean in Your Blood Mighty and Merciful Jesus. Free me from the enemy. Make me to stand in Battle against the wicked one and persevere against the workers of iniquity. Thou, in Thy Truth, has made me stronger than the deceit and slander of a reprobative and heathen world. I shall understand why and how in Thy Power Thou Lord God hast ordained praise out of the mouths of babes. Cast my sins behind me Oh Mighty One of Jacob. I do rely on the sure mercies of David and his posterity throughout my life and throughout the ages of a backslidden reproachful persecution which had brought me down to Hell. But the sure mercies and loving kindnesses of the Lord are my stead and I will sing and shout the Praises of God The Lord the Holy One of Israel in the face of my enemies as the flames rise up and consume them and their memory from the halls of common to the recesses of the Pit. Surely Lord Thou Art God and God Alone Who Is Great in Mercy and forever Faithful is Thy Name that is from everlasting to everlasting. I thank You Lord with all my heart, mind, soul and strength and Bless the Name and Deeds and Word of Life which is Your Son Our Lord Jesus the Christ Who for us men and for our Salvation came down from Heaven and took on humanity in His Flesh to suffer the penalty of my sin. The Resurrection and the Life. The Life and the Resurrection. The Light the Truth and the Way. There is no other beside Him in His Greatness and His Glory which conquered Satan the Devil and Lives and reigns in Union With You and the Holy Spirit ONE GOD forever. Amen. 2:48 PM


The further and ongoing persecution and torture of yours truly, a.k.a. Rollin Woodruff finds only the despised collaberation of state, local and feds basically treasoning their way into world war three. The assasination by crusifixion is going to wait on a man to die. A man like me fights beyond the last breath because they are, all in all, the kingdom of Satan the Devil. They are demonic cock suckers who rondevoused with oblivion when they went astray right from the womb and canker the people with nazi drugs that are so hard to take and so addictive that I am enthrawled with vengeance towards the phoney people who are hunkered down in this apostasy that surely one must be mad to have survived. It will get worse. Life is like a jump rope. All I can say to you, my friend, is that in the next world they won’t have a part of what you sacrificed your life for and I hope they are repaid with all the violence God can muster for what they’ve done and what they do to this very minute. 11:43 PM

Tuesday July 31st, 2012 6:33 AM

Do they ever come clean? I say pretty much that what you get is what you see. Will you be safe? Your cold cold heart will take you out in the end. Little monkey trying to stick a cork up a pig’s ass. Burn down the house out of spite? Some get cured, some get killed, some like me get a package of Pall Malls. 6:47 PM

Thursday August 2nd, 2012 10:58 PM

If the road to Hell is paved with good intentions it was ambushed by those who run to shed innocent blood. When God’s grace is taken away you can bet minds will change like gypsey rose changes men. Them with their tallywhackers still intact will think twice about being mister prick in a black robe I’ll gaurentee you. The first frustration to the 19th nervous breakdown will lead you so astray that without Jesus saving and finding you the reasons the world holds and the true reasons why excuses are like assholes find the clearance is a six feet by three feet hole in the ground. Or, us troubled people who were severely maimed put our nose in the bible and find out many things that led us to the greed of tyrants who just want to snort their way to a great reward. Seems like the blues is realistic only in the misery that hides under the bed of a three year old as the fire breaks out and engulfs the chances that were doomed from the first time Satan got his foot in the door of love, life and sharing. Those days were the best times of my life and I opened doors for little old ladies. Yea, I hoped the blind would see. Nothing left to do but cry out to Jesus and thank God Jehovah Who was, is and will be. Like a little still voice to bring those around who exist in such darkness and abject poverty that, to them, the only thing they can afford is to never surrender and never give up hope. Pretty simple? When they maim somebody that somebody hopes to Father God for crazy things like judgement and justice and prays to true Jesus who is True God and True Man that in his humanity sees the truancy of fairness everytime it happens until the scales of reality make like a giotine and those that thought life only to be a game finds out the serious nature of good and evil were things that could end only when evil was allowed to exist while the indifferent world didn’t give a damn as their lipservice about God and Who He Is they clamour on and on about with no more depth than a puppet king who is going to beg, mooch and panhandle while the world slips. That’s all it took. 11:16 PM

Tuesday August 7th, 2012 1:18 PM

This idea of sudden salvation that’s going to give you one thing so joyful it is not so real because tedious life goes on. Seems to me the old rugged cross has been the only hope for me as the ideas that humanity will provide are just empty promises because one thing that led to another realises Satan, wiley Devil, is going to pop up like Jack in the box and rear his ugliness upon a world that practically bends over backwards to help those who never do anything without personal selfishness and oneself getting the power and fame of a perfect crime. The world needs to repent and the world doesn’t even consider it. They want health, wealth and happiness as the bases of health wealth and happiness bribes the umpire and fixes the odds for money. The dreams are over and hard life begins. In the carrying of my cross I learned more about life than phoney money beggars who are going to tell you nothing of the absolute mercy and forgiveness that alone hung at Calvary for you, for me, for many. So as your “friends” cheat and drink the county dry and you pick your guitar and fall out of love with the phoney world with its one sided and reprobate laws just stay strait and sober and that is the treasure in heaven that thieves don’t break in and steal and moths don’t corrupt because we are always on the edge of one thing or another and someday that shaking of the Earth and all its corruption will find out that God The Lord is furious with hypocrites who stand in the way of those who are begging to enter into the knowledge of the Kingdom of God but violence and crime and base injustice become a WALL of skulls that most find themselves stuck in and drinking their self important souls and bodies and minds to a place where anger and bitterness wants only to pretend there is no God of Justice and Judgement and their days are like they imposed upon others, as in numbered. 1:36 PM

Saturday August 11th, 2012 7:44 PM

The wait. The watch. A grey, grey day where sadness, lonliness and depression soak like vinegar into the bones of those who have ears and hear. Perhaps a sherry? Maybe a hot cup of tea? But no more misery until the next time life is all about death and the sacred trust that is so betrayed I pray more for the living than the dead whose time is up. Traitors love their evil as much as you love Jesus? I don’t think about having to deal with your problem of being a Pontius Pilate judge because you marked your ticket to sadness and sorrow and drank it down in a toast to promises that are only empty treasonous lies. No? You will be sent to bed tonight to sleep with the dead and tomorrow will look at your phony slogans with the question of what have we done. But only the WALL itself wants to hear or see from you again as emptied out lives play one more song from the sober that have meaning while for you it’s always beer 30 on honky tonk time. They will follow you no more with your meals of gruel and empty stomaches that huddle on the floor at the last chance stable in noxious with the smell of death Earth. They will scream to a sky that hides from the stoned joy of being able to step out from itself and curse the wickedness with a vow and an oath to never ever let the proud undoers past Saint :Peter and his iron fist that deplores Judas Iscariot as much and with as much provision than you can find in your lonely conspiracy. No? You made the decision to hold the mother and the child to the fires of Hell while throwing phoney believer’s crosses upon basic children who you condemned with the price of control via trust which has now become like Jesus’ millstone as you fall by the wayside and the good Samaritan places you into retreat from an ambush by people just like you whose hope testifies death makes saints out of killers which I buy like a tub of spoiled lard because life and death and in between all have another day and another thing coming. The watch. The wait. The ears to hear the silence of the dead. 7:59 PM


Jesus, my brother, kind and good. You were humbly born in a stable of wood. Jesus You died a hated man and rose as though those three days in Hell weighed heavy on your mind. Places and things often are only known down the road when our subconscience waits on a thought or ance. The best thing I can tell you is it’s a dread You and I will carry forever. So alone that we only have each other. The fantasys of those who study your word and/or make the movies of wickedness touch the macabre’ and susperia of Hell because when the Sun sets everywhere can be that Hell where life goes from death chambers to entire damned cities of night creatures and demonic beings who take to stalking and spying upon certain saints who also have been around. So, I offer you this story of my mind, anyone with a bruised heart, a battered brain, a trick eye and the determination to follow the com of their heart past many thousand yesterdays into the reality of mastering this life to the God given fullfillment of secret prophesys that fell from the mouth of Jesus Christ. As the woes and sins of organized fools doesn’t esteem greatness in others because it’s all about themselves I trust You and I will be alone to undo what the Devil does and did do to humanity for 10,000 years in sending fools to Hell strictly for their notion that ignoring wrong doing and then when evil and violence came upon them crawled into their shell like a crab. So, the tactics of cruel evil will understand the fires of the Lake of Fire when they blind their last victim on God’s timetable as the notion to pay the wages of Sin gets a nudge. Much rather be the solution than the problem. So, as the evil of the world grows to hysterical proportions and all the governments of Satan, which are all of them and the false teachers and false prophets mediocritally hate You I tell You that they hated You and hate You for the exact same reasons as they crusified me. It’s a bitter grape that the feeling that I shrug off is just my conversation and testimoney with you Lord. Blessed be God forever. The Lord giveth. The Lord taketh away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord. 11:13 PM

Wednesday August 22nd, 2012 3:11 PM

You’ve been hauling your cross to this place your whole life long and must now stand and bare the dishonor of crusifixion. The trip to Hell is worth the glory of being through it and maybe you’ll come out of it shining. But no body knows the future except those who understand and realise that it’s just a carbon copy of the past. The future through history is often just surviving the shock that proves many things. People who run a game of jack in the box aren’t worth losing sweat nor sleep over but the blood spilled will be a witness unto itself that Jesus sees every sin and the repentance of sin is the most powerful example of faith and understanding that obedience rests assured of. They can mess me around when they want to but there are some things in life that God swiftly witnesses and to that hands over the advantage to the upright of heart as all the dueces fall back and the victor in this is yours truly. They do play a cruel and wicked game. Yea, they scatter tares in the good man’s field of wheat but the good man patiently waits upon the Harvest and the Lord of the Harvest’s laborers so as to gather the wheat into one place and the tares in another to be burned. Fire is all they understand as the insidious pain of insatiable damnation is the wages of all opposed to the Glorious God of Israel. Some are turned back because their excuses and their hearts are all about a false way that is not good and leaves behind those who disregard the prayers and patience of the Lord and His Saints as naught and nothing. But they are the only thing that’s going to stand when all is said and done. The ravaging murder of the innocents goes on right now and this house is divided as the Storm approaches from Heaven. Fear and terror poltergiests its way down the road hell bent for leather but the road ends when the ambush turns malady into a rambling, abnoxious parady of just born yesterday liars and fools who think the world has something for them that is better than this. They think God is going to bring Heaven to Earth and make everybody feel high. Just a patient wait for the reality that marks us all as pilgrims and sojourners who are alone in the mix before the fix of junky Satan to set up his buddies to propagate his delerium over four fools whose dicks and a six pack are the answer to the situation they proudly display as a good work and live in no man’s land while the wheels of rock and roll churn out their tin pn alleys and killing floors. Rest assured that the Arm of the Lord is not shortened that it cannot save. Guide me with Thine Eye, Oh Lord. Save me and I will be

saved. 3:37 PM

Friday August 22nd, 2012 5:17 PM

Is it a lose-lose situation? When you abandon all hope and live to tell about it something always comes up beyond conversations of the WALL. Viable indeed when the chips are down but the cards are starting to come around although gambling is cheating to a successful gambler and flat out thievary when it comes to a fool and his money being soon parted. But, here I sit in America just sitting on the Devil and ready to bruise and lose his control spiritually and carnally on my broken body. Some that are not in league with Satan know certain things are spelled out in Scripture and scripture is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth as babylonian chatter sings the blues news in 4 chords. Some just are balls to the WALLS about the task of changing the world for the better as the assassinations are the news every other week. Somebody gets so vexed by evil that they get a gun and go downtown where the green grass doesn’t grow to find out a lonely world with lonely people out to prove they’re not lonely. Yea, paint the town red as mystique, myth and spiritual winds tells you more of a story that the local rag ever dug deep enough into without getting bagged and/or free as a common street preacher whose repentance theme and shouted out prophesys carry over to the same persons loyal drunk best friend, namely himself kinda starts wondering what it all was for. Maybe being tried by fire is all that it seems to be as a painful decision to stop, drop and roll returns in old life with the scar faced person caring for things that the world don’t give a hoot nor a hollar about because they eat every meal lke it was their last meal. More than romantic, it’s a devotional. No better than you brother just chosen. Blessing or a curse both face down in their own blood because my shock, trauma and memory it like a lot of yesterdays piled up for the faiery man to get them to the other side so here we are, the other side. As you imagine forever don’t think it’s not going to be as exciting as a full body seizure because the only boring part about life isn’t when you get your face held into the fire of Hell it’s coming back to report that Satan the Devil and Hell itself will fall and small fish are just bad fish that go with the territory in a great big lake. Make your common acquantences your friends by patience and kindness but when it’s time for the shit to flow it flows downhill, payday is on Friday and don’t bite your fingernails. 5:39 PM


Justifiable homocide. The right to kill. Is my anger that important to go from this slavery to the slavery and confinement of prison? No, but we’ll find out if I take a life because certain people took my freedom. Or, they just play a wicked and cruel guinea pig game with their tyranny and bigotry which they don’t care enough about to let down their gaurd and let me enjoy my freedom. So, justifyable homocide is more of a nervous breakdown thought because they are driving me crazy. The pressure and stress came into my nightmare yesterday. I will not be yoked with fancy derogatives which was there where the test of rich and educated treachory and the songs of the drunks pick me apart everytime they cower in their paranoia because the wars and the acts of mother nature are going to show up on the boob tube where they can murmur against someone besides me as I take the abuse with a grain of salt as they humiliate any idea of creating a form of justice that isn’t a setup and controlled by cocaine sniffing judges and drunken bigot judges and womanizers who killed my son when he was still in the womb then paid visits to my wife to rape her. This is your town because Sodom and Ghomora had the same story as I fear God’s Wrath upon a people whose god is mammon, or power, or just plain prejudice, racketeering and imbezzlement in cooperation with First Premeire Bank and the Veteran’s istration and act so innocent when they betray or when I raise my voice up about crimes and mortal sins and injustice that is so thin it’s going to break their necks when they fall into a place where they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. My life is shortened by a hate crime of extreme violence which happened in California on a military base 34 years ago today and they can’t find the tolerance to do anything but remain silent until they sent the fire department, the police, the sheriff and Dakota Councilling Institute (Pathway) and Queen of Peace Hospital to kidnap me and send me to the insane assylum where they torture me with electricity. The Lord frames mischeif under fraud. If I don’t see you in this world I’ll see you in the next and don’t be late. 6:43 PM Rollin Woodruff

Tuesday August 28th, 2012 10:53 AM

Yet amazing grace sees through this treachorous cloud of oppression, yea, this dark cloud of hurt and much damage where the snakes of society get their stone hearts and their empty oaths and promises gathered like the stubble they have for fruit. They murder with all the dedication of a scorpion as those that survive their outlaw acts lose their hope as the empty souls see a disappointed Jesus Who divided the mind of the wolf with His Rod and His Staff. How long Lord it has been since their deceit has come so close to my mind. I will trust continually in the Lord as the noon day arrow gets set to fly. I will Praise the Name of the Lord while the vile satyrs sound rages and raves amongst the heathen who are a multitude of estranged from the Lord bastards of Satan the Devil. They shall come to war with their false gods and The Lord is aware as He waits like a Bengal Tiger for those that betray the faithful. God is my witness and Jesus the Lord is my strong and high tower. 11:07 AM

Friday August 31st, 2012 1:07 AM

The middle of the dead in the middle of the night. I wouldn’t cover the sure bet of your life being worth much more than a squeezed out rag of the next abortionist’s next three meals. Anyway, the nighmares you have have only been a taste of the recompense of your faithless debauchory which you delve in like shoveling coal in your dreams, er, nightmares. So, yea, cold sweats, anxiety, mania, depression. This has other strange powers than just the strange powers of darkness but you’re too much of a traitor to dig into the truth of Scripture. I laugh because now I see how less than worthless less than worthless truly is doctor, er, vampire. What, did you think you could fool your own snot which courses through your veins as the plasma of a Vamp? Surely you will be gourging on another poor american girl’s fruit of her womb but the chase will burn you at the stake with an inferno of everlasting flames when your demise hits the righteous spite of a hungry fool down in an alley in a forsaken and ever illusive Hell. You’re not scared because you are a sold out fool, a viper and a scorpion given to Oliver Twist by a righ pig who handed it to the lad when he asked the fat assed bastard for a fish. Just an old story about how God is good to those who persevere until the end no matter how long the road is nor how long it takes for the sure noonday arrow to find its mark on a sold out cannibal who not only tasted of human flesh and loved it but also smugly drank the Blood of Christ to a fate further than death, hell and the grave could ever imagine. Imagine that as you toss and turn and your bed of lust becomes a turnoquit and a turmoil that I promise will never end. Whatcha gonna gonna do satanist? You going to come at me like a strong man who will taste death when I bite your face off you fucking freak of a demension that came out of Hell and expects to abide like a big secret as the blood flows up to the horse’s bridle in america? Yea, fag out you loser because you’re so fucking demented that the sinister ways of the occult feeds you fools piss and raw chicken as you just can’t walk away from the web of the Black Widow. Man, when God made Hell He Made it to last longer and made it deeper than your vain imagnation will ever figure your escape to be. By the way, a platoon of 80 mad nazis just left the Nebuchandnezzer dictrict of Babylon in Ghehenna dressed in black and carrying lead pipes en route for your ass to knock the snot out of your brains and leave your body to the damned witches who will cannibalize what’s left of you. Consider this your invitation to

a justice they said could and would never come. Well, it arrived just as well as the 3 AM train will be leaving Berlin 1945 in 95 minutes. I don’t think you’ll be needing your luggage you hypocritic monster. 1:25 AM


The crapper is full. Now the crapper is going to be flushed. From bad to worse went america and brainwashed thieving beaurocrats want nothing to do with the Justice God is going to meet out. They proudly betray and boldly rip off when lame american justice is a bad joke as the pigs kill their way into tomorrow and fuck them because they are very fond necropheliacs. They are now possessed hypocrites and they live and fuck and manipulate their way through the night with the dead which they blindly love. Sam Cook didn’t know what I know. 8:12 PM


I went to the VA today and found the same people just waiting there to upbraid the notorious military that has met their match. When people find no hope they abandon that hopeless sorcery for regular life. A life crusified indeed but also a soul that has an appointment with Heaven. But they are not. The bedevil with injustice until the only justice can and will come from Jehovah until my enemies are destroyed. Live by the sword it’s the price you pay. Fighting a cheated life story as those sworn to defend civil and constitutional rights are just plain scurvey and comes a time when they and their bodies will suffer the consecquences of their proud persecutions, kidnappings, embezzlement, crusifixions and human sacrifices. Time is on my side today because I walked out on the VA and their apostacy of being little more than a full blown abomination of desolation as God has now turned His Back toward this crowd of narrow minded non understanding bigots. The sure mercies of my Goed toward me are sure mercies indeed and your judgements are false and phoney as the fake leaders lead you right into a national disaster and a federal conspiracy that will get much more violent than phsycological violence. The trap is complete and the only thing they can’t have is the answer because they were not chosen and if they were called they are the same unjust people that are opening the abortion clnics for more human sacrifice as I speak. I believe God will guide me with His Eye as the culmination of ages wreaks havoc upon a dirty tricked world and the chiefest in line for rebuke is here. When these people enslaved me with a hate crime so heinous that it angers Jesus to this day and then made the lie that it was because of my own willful misconduct that made the lie they love to this day for it has been very profitable to them to enslave the soul of someone who hates this country because it did. I’ll tell you right now I’d rather be dead. As the noose starts to slip from my dead corpse and I have been taken to Heaven I will check on your life death circumstances and there are some of you, you know who you are, there are many who will be hung at the Gallows of Sheoul of both men and women. This world and this country will fall because of greed, murder and austere injustice. I am an Israelite and will die an Israelite. What do I want from phoney Babylon america? You’ve proved your treason is the winner and the betrayers were better off that they had never been born. We’ll find out in the long run. 9:17 AM

Monday September 10th, 2012 5:11 PM

Get your tallywhacker on talley whackering detail and may you tally whacker yourself right into your taj mah hall of free electricity, free food, free drink, free housing and free to think how ever you want to think you little tally whacker. If Jesus asks you any questions tell him the same. Tell him to go play with his tally whacker where no one will see how human he is. Oh, he’ll understand alright; especially after he leads the grand parade of subverted by non tally whackers tally whacker grand dominance total submission tally whackers and hard rockers who don’t care if we tally whack ourselves blind and burned if that’s the only option we have you pig. 5:17 PM


The graves bear witness that death is a done deal. But the tomb I died in offers no retaliation to survived murder. Surely the blow to my mind brought me to the dregs and visciousness of dark dark insane places as I fought with everything I had to escape the grim reaper. Don’t die easy cabrone. Someday you will rest in peace. Flimsey junk is murder when it comes up against the Name of Jesus, the Christ of God. It just doesn’t measure up. Peace will have this day, long and comfortably warm. Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you. Like a war horse chomping on his bit. He will know what to do and what for when the day of battle stands and/or rides at Har-Meggon. It’s just a matter of time. Jesus our Brother, kind and good, was humbly born in a stable of wood. The friendly beasts around Him stood. Jesus our Brother, kind and good. Victory is never cheap but someday we will be victorious. The piece of the pie today is just the Comforter in a careless and trying to cover its ass world that woulda, coulda, shoulda before their alibis proved another damned drunk doesn’t a thing. Such, as is, the story will go because I stay stone sober and don’t take to beating the servants as I do my repentance prayers and pray for us sinners now and the hour of our death. In spite of that I will wait upon the Lord Who Is Coming Soon. Today is an uncloudy day. I hope you’ll take the time to wait and watch also. 11:40 AM


There is no we the people there is a con. They hold up in their government institutions, agencies and federal buildings and make laws against me because they don’t honestly exist to do anything but defraud the annointed one. They slander and deceive with their self importance as their integrity bailed out way back in 1980. What bought this about was the greed and the injustice which has profited them to the tune of 17 trillion dollars in the hole. It all started there and it’s not going to change so just button your butt down and kiss off. Some of the music is so heart breaking that I have to leave the decision of what to do for Jesus and Jehovah but try to reside in the Holy Ghost because this world and the VA is a corrupt and buggy organization that steals from anybody and every body that crosses their threshhold and trusting them is a mistake because their integrity is shit. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. 2:49 PM

Monday September 17th, 2012 2:42 AM

I was awoken by the pain of my crusifixion and the turmoil of having every bone in my body and face broken. Yea, I realised that help is just being involved with liars, thieves and murderers who don’t plan on changing. They’re happy they can weasil their way through life in their hopeless condition that won’t come clean though it were washed in fuller’s soap and scubbed and scrubbed. They are set up for destruction. A purpose measured out 34 years ago as they childishly treasoned their way into a government perfect murder. I have collected a lot of the damned for the Lord as the darkness understands this horror of murder and treason that leaves me so alone. But the game of death has them sleeping with the dead and saying “we have profited.” Until the end of the world these people will stick out in your life as the dread of Christmas pretends Jesus was here again but Jesus has gone away to pepare a place for us and will be back soon. Their corruption is a severe disablity to those of us who fell victim to the proud crimes of the community, state and federal agencies. They are no more responsible than a red handed goof. Say goodbye to Hollywood. 2:51 AM

Thursday September 20th, 2012 10:51 AM

The treachory of the VA is something that cheats the soul right out of service people from any justice as the lie and say God Bless America when half the times it comes out of me by being betrayed by 34 years of treason which makes me sing God Fuck America. Okay? You’ll have more fun wishng it than you’ll ever accomplish because arrangements for your life in the hereafter isn’t pretty you fucking swindlers who make like you’re honest beaurocrats and enslave me with threats of incarceration, kidnapping, insane assyum committment and torture which you not only did many times in my life but will try to do again. I will never fight in your bogus military and when street fighting breaks out I hope you are killed and the violence you killed me with is right on your face you treachorous bastards of yo daddy. You are very carefull but thieving practices until of yours is exposed. Nothing will change and God knows you at a great distance which shall be removed from with a WALL of fire. Go to Hell yankee. 10:59 AM


I let the enemy come to me so as to deliver both barrels of buckshot to his presence. Since the beginning of my adult life this society has hated me with the hatred of a demonic cult. Such is the phoney paradise on earth with its adulterous fools who take the seven cardinal sins and bust them over your head while keeping records so they can play god with justice and judgement like they are the absolute rainbow’s end. I rejoice when they are stupifed by the last relgion whom the benefactors neglected with fraternizing with those who are as vain and damned as the non give a fuck mass murderers of every government that has ever bought Saint Peter’s lie of respecting those bastards as the Gallows in Sheoul are now ready and will be waiting for them to swing like the blowjob embrassarios of the lovers of whores and the justice of the marine corps perfect murders and conveniant legal assassinations. The crusifixion of myself just proves that they are now exposed to broad daylight and will seek to destroy the land of the free and defraud the home of the brave. So, what am I going to do? Not much dfferent. Keep prophesizing against phoney bologna and the phoney bologna train that will grow old and undeniably more fixed and exacted upon like this war is just like all the rest. Will God the Father suffer His children to be persecuted? Yes, He will for a reason. Don’t worry about it. Their time’s coming, they have decided upon retrospect of an event that tried to blind the eyes of the seer who saw enough to know that pagan, heathen reprobates will always find they are in a spot where Jesus drinks with the best of them because, yes, this is a book upon a few brave men who desire to destroy the works and the person of Satan the Devil and the Galaxy of Hadees with a nuclar arsenal to get rid of the dreaded darkness which spews out evil just like the oil that spewed into the Gulf of Mexico. If I don’t make it there will be others just like me now Satan as you are nothing but a perverted cowardly liar and child killer who would be better if you had never been given the advantage of a victim who is out to blind and paralyze you before death and hell and all you are about are delivered to the Eternal Lake of Fire. The Omega itself will prove itself to imagine revenge and vengeance by the justice wraught in the dangerous and violently morbid assassnation chambers of an ancient way of torture that told God about it and now does nothing but wait on the Lord God. 3:43 PM


Raise the standard and gather around it for the fuss and the must of the war which is ripping and tearing, imploding and exploding around the kid who saw the danger to eternal retribution like God had given the forces of warfare to calm down the riddling boil of vengeance until the last shot is fired. Tough world for the little girl who has come to offer sacrifice and forgiveness for my sins and your sins brother that we stumbled into like the california tarpits where everything comes together in a tomb of perishing fate. But she has reached far into the future, probably further than the deepest and most lost dean’s zone where we chase the dragon from shadows and WALLS with a particualar dark tin pan alley that tells no tale but just being there and doing the remainder of rambling security I know now that evil does the duty of do or die. So, yea, I walk on as though the danger can wait until Christmas Eve where we who are the descendants of Hebrews, Israelites and Judah with all the pure mixture of the Blood of Christ and His descendants will do another night of telling you to hold the hand of someone who has only no choice when it comes to go forward to the return to the alley to the back door of horracious Hell. You better believe they’re out there to kill you and whether they are human or fresh sold virtual vampires you and they will find out the mercy of God upon you and your provisions over them and their predicament. For all the gods there are there is only One True God and His Son will do exactly the same plus more that any would do as a very present help when you can’t think for the calamity which is trying to oust you from your zone. When darkness puts a grizzly quiet upon a night in a land that God forgot it will be one more night just like tomorrow will be one more day just like an angel gaurds the barometer of you pulse and resperatory system so you can make the clean kill of an enemy who comes from an enemy as we bury our tortured to death men and/or women who sometimes make it home right on schedule to find everything gone of this yesterday and those yesterdays. I died in vain because I died in the only justice one poor lady could afford which proved right to the Lord and me and all my dead friends come out on a Saturday night which begins tonight on a Friday to breath the free air which my captors could condemn no more because I proved to them there is One God and One Judge and One Lord who laughs at you who only kill in the middle of a period when the asssault is chasing like a demonic bandit. He made it about 1 foot from the

murderered victims before the demon was Killed In Action. Yes, I did survive to tell the tale and will know the United States and it’s Armed Forces took down many evil beings and they nor I will stop until the Second Return of The Truth Who Is Christ the King and Protective Presence. 7:22 PM

Monday October 1st, 2012 7:36 AM

When love is no more than a conversation betweem two believers as the dieing ended up dead then you’ll find out how empty this full of shit world really is now. As empty as the Artful Dodger’s latest victim’s pocket. But your imagination may not be working well because the just punishments of the Lord and the murderous blows of the crusifixion have you feeling every bone in your body. Maybe talking about pain brings nothing but my body feels like a square peg in a round hole. Just so jammed and aching so that I am physically and mentaly flaberghasted. The entire dreamworld is like walking on the beach as the waves roll in and crash with a roar. The Western Heroes find fights they think they will always win until the bank takes the world to the knothole to drag them through legal legislated thievary as I flip off the sniper at the edge of the dawns early light. Mischief always gets a conscienceless job as derilection of duty is this state’s main occupation as the business as usual is praying God gets even. In the meantime you get in your car or walk to the refridgerater and malinger in the stupid zone of silent indifference which acts tough until it chicken shits out because it didn’t expect to play the game of death with a sideshow of russian roulette going on in the Netherworld. None the less the bluebirds sing a happy song as the twinkling stars are turned to a grey light and traffic burns the 4 dollar a gallon piss off. I’d rather be a hammer than a nail. If I could I surely would. 7:58 AM

Saturday October 6th, 2012 6:03 PM

Yea, he thought money was not only at the rainbow’s end he thought that’s what matters and that’s what makes a man but he will never get the satisfaction that I talk into my hand. Run my fingers through my hair and the little girls who are grown up enough know this dude ain’t no lady you fucking hippy. Peace, peace where there is no peace. Maybe you should read Pumpkinhead Wilson if you want to know the true story of oboba and his 300,000,000 pagan tribe of gutless cowards who can only kill the innocent and defenseless as the witches gather round a lip smacking cannibal who is going to give them freedom of choice. If I can save the soul of the human being fetus I will and I can in Heaven but the father, the mother, the vampire doctors nurses and all the social enablers who so much had or has one fingerprint of the fraud of the murder and human sacrifice of any and all of them worldwide will taste the retribute of untiring yea tireless extreme eternal thirst and every breath will be so hot they will fight to die but the soul is eternal and they are why there is eternal damnation. Makes some of the ghouls, goblins, hobgoblins, broods of human vipers, dragon men, dragons, vampires, vampire dragons, criminally insane masterminds of humiliation, degradation, terror and torture, mass murderers and here and now an entire american judicial system that will find I don’t mind waiting for just a little while to see them face the reality of their laws, their lies, their murders and maimings which has set Jesus far away from Earth without a care for those who didn’t have time to bother with Him or answer the door when He basically left until you are long extinct and my writing about repentance their owner Satan the Devil will not allow them to do but dig back in the pleasure pot of nazi crank and mammon until life naturally turns worse and worse and maybe God The Lord will approach according to their works they’ll be judged and I know how that proves out. Less than worthless. Bunch of nosethumbing cross desecraters and jump on the bandwagon suddenly sober drunks who now only have 201 problems in my next problem troubleshooting books 101 elephant jokes revised and 101 jokes to tell while skinning a mule. 6:28 PM

Sunday October 14th, 2012 3:37 PM

I don’t want you to breathe air that displays hatred and violence although that’s exactly what we’re in the middle of. Three wishes Lord. Nevermind. I don’t even have one good reason to ask you if I should shave, which I did, or just float around the upper Great Plains where you can’t just set up a tent and serve Easter Dinner. Does anybody even celebrate Holidays anymore or has the world formed the attitude of the more we realize that God Himself came into this wicked, mean and cruel world as blessed and innocent as His Newborness then there are possibilities this person has a heart and if he/she has a heart this heart needs assistance. You are a great person in my diary in my heart. I didn’t comprehend totally what the one thing leads to another infringes upon and I will not let you stand on my neck any longer because the giotine found out. I don’t kill for no reason. The Hell you enjoy is part of my repentance for a sin that I wrestle with because it was such a boogy man evilly spiritual tempter. I am sorry for all my sins but the world better start having better and more honest days than pushing my buttons and acting like they’re James Dean because they wouldn’t allow freedom for their freer. I just did tell the truth postcard chimpanzee. You go back to your grueling or groviling because you don’t need to be your righteous stand as lame as the same Pharisees and scribes who tried to fool Jesus and call Him a devil. Same with me. They try to fool me and they apparently learned their lesson about demonizing man in black 4. 3:51 PM

Wednesday October 31st, 2012 5:16 PM

Like a viscious curse was lifted. No. Not like all the trouble winning the lottery brings as love isn’t in the greedy hearts where something for nothing decided it would actually do something. No. Not like coming out of a trance that ever had a chance of saving the world that Jesus appeared to not a second too soon but a seconde too late so I could be in Heaven for a few minutes back in 1978 so the rascals who glory glory their way can keep glory glorying their way. They don’t know the heartbreak of losing and giving hope a chance to be hope in something that is like a twinkling of the Eye of God like when Jesus smiled at the disciples out on the Sea and said “fear not, it is I” as He headed His Way. He is the Life, the Truth and the Way to get your mind back on track and your soul thankful to The Blessed Trinity when They find a home in your heart and ooh does it feel good to finally have peace of mind. Just like a Red Sunset on the Pacific Oceon as tears of lonliness don’t find the lonliness anything but the place where the mission personal has to now go it alone as the days turned into decades and the diary of a man feels freed from bitter hatred. It has been a 34 year roller coaster ride as the clown smiles on the outside but inside is crying still the tears of that clown who didn’t care if they hated him in the long run because the Power of God Shone upon him like the Glory of Jesus Christ the Master and Messiah of a tired old man who loves her more than ever for being there when the chips were down. She is the Blessed assumption and they all have an agenda with Satan because his wiles still go on like the Serpant who beguiled the first woman. The story never changes because Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever. I may get old but the old man in the window has experienced worse stories than this one but not from Mark Twain and the Hemingway’s are certainly going to be on the to read list in my life because I am still looking for the line that finally gets to you. The chickens got out of the henhouse and the dog done chased them all away. 5:36 PM

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