What happens to us in the afterlife?
This is the WORD.
I've been in love with every girl I know.
0300 They call this feeling “grief.” Don't fight the beast. It will consume you; let it. Don't resist. Then, once you are inside, it will digest you. It will break you down. It will absorb your nutrients, your fibers, and your bones. Then, it will shit you out. Then, you’ll be free, and back into … Continue reading 12162021
2200 I just made up this word: “jannatic.” It means “Like Paradise,” or “Heaven-like,” because the word in Arabic for “Paradise” is “Jannah,” then the English suffix “-ic.” I like it. I’ll be using it sometime. A corporation is not a person. How did any of us fall for such a thing? “Corporate personhood.” Can … Continue reading 12132021
1159 See that wind last night. I mean, tonight. Fifteen Thousand Angels down the hall, Seven on the roof, and Twenty-Five are holding back the chimney from the wind. And in the trees, the wiggling demons dance and howl vaulting curses so perverse that bushes bend away revoltedly. O Western Wind—Tsunami of the Sky, O … Continue reading 12112021
Love is not supposed to be this difficult. 2100 You won’t believe me, but I tried to be the person that you wanted me to be. I tried to be your happily ever after, honestly. But sometimes it becomes too hard to try. Sometimes I sit and wonder if it matters. What matters is that … Continue reading 12092021
1200 Destruction is not hard, but to Create takes COURAGE. So, whenever they destroy, we must create again. We call that LOVE. When they destroy again, then that is when we shall create their Devastation. That is what we mean by “justice.” That is GOD. Have COURAGE. For the LOVE of GOD, Create.
1800 My God, a week. It’s only been a week. The problem is, you do not understand, and never will, and never dared to try. We made it. Now, we have a house and dog. And now, we have a Christmas tree. And now, we have a brand new Bentley, and, because the neighbors don’t, … Continue reading 12072021
0300 There is an itchy man beneath my bed. He itches and he scratches and he peels. I tell him that he shouldn’t scratch so much, but he replies, “I rather like the itch. An itch is just a tickle, is it not?”