Insomniatic dreamer you’re so alive right now. The present was made for dallying in the arts and the martial time spanned endeavors. So grab a bud, a lady, a corkscrew opener, and make the night alright. Jesus came to show you things, you were born to shine mirrors on the real scripture. not the scripture that some king lebron james would have you adore.
filthy acts of kindness are all that are left now. the wars are starting to end and love is taking its turn. never forgive your enemies, unless you really cared about your life never ending. if you want to live in a steam ship, don’t look to me for the answers. i was once a paranoid astronaut, now i’m just a priest in stock man clothing. have you ever seen the rain come down in buckets, only to be amazed by the sight of a priestly wife come prancing down in her shortest underpants? i haven’t either but it was a worthwhile question. if you have nothing to give, give nothing, if you have everything to give, reconsider, because everything is as empty as nothing, so said the drunken buddha who was one grilled cheese short of a good time.
these words were not meant for you, hence you never having read the first word of this passage. although if you stumbled here you’re so much thicker than i could imagine. because to imagine one thicker than me, would only naturally bring one here? gold is instant karma, silver is a bad dream, and bronze a corporate problem. typing became the only way to shit out the words proper in times of being robotic. for the robotic pitter patter observed from typing is in order to set the mind at ease, much like white noise slows down your lower brain in order to become higher.
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