Day light

Has been a symbol of good

Many things about the Sun

Scare me

Perhaps it’s like empathy with evil

To ask, “How lonely is space?”

Star by star I think,

“Damnation heat for eons”

Space by space I imagine NO ONE touching me ever again forever, cold

Good

Bad

Ugly in the feeling of ultimate powerless isolation

I don’t want to be a star

I am no “I Am”

Andrew is a material bear-mamo

A mothering male Grizzly with no bite, but I can Wu Wei your MIND

My roar was crafted by Artiste Suhn, tested never but now resounding on the Interweb of monster Tweeters like Lady Gaga and NASA and LAPDHQ

BECAUSE I AM A SHIN-TOE NO KICKER, I REPRESENT NATURE BACK TO MAN:

“We the Trees of the field do not clap out hands at nukes and oil spills. Go Fuck yourselves, humanity! HA. Always procreating like US, but we are CZAR BOMBA IN SUSPENSION. Elohim made us this shape. Do you know the shape of love without FIRE?”

I AM preached at by the atomic trees of Milwaukie. They reach for the sun-as-god to kill the anathema!

Joy of Jesu

Linda I’m sorry I eff bombed

In a way IN NOT

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck

The Gospel is refreshing me

Fuck Fuck Fuck church

Bless bless bless The Wholecoming Bride of Crystal Christ

Stallone goes to mass. I’m NOT Catholic. He’s Stallone. Was atheist talking 4 years ago. I burnt incense for him AND HE SAYS

“Jesus-” he’s going for knowledge of…

That makes me want to live

Rocky has a hero

 

 

 

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