What Will Be

The shot goes in, and then there is sin.  I walk along and rejection is the one thing I can count on.  There is no poor me in that observation.  I just say and walk away.  Experiences move through and people do too.  Two Bahigh monks came to Caribou today and I did not speak.  I chose to walk away.  I came home and washed it down the sink.  I look to see the demon dog handler from the MOA in a teleform on my back lawn.  I knew the invitation to religious gathering would be recinded for tonight.  It is best when they have so many Gremlins showing their personalities.

All the faiths of the world will soon be shut down without even a memory.  Everyone will be left to function all by themselves.  Other lands have tried, but Jews have survived and then it all starts again.  Religion is infection and is always diseased deceit.

You sit there and you have dramatic flair abount my hair.  You do not care, but you want to stare.  I think I have killed your evolving imagery.  It is best; you would be stressed.  Do not let people see or you will never be free.  You are just boring to everyone.  You stress far too easily.  I find you uptight, and you just don't think right.  You are not him, and you are not you.  I might as well call you Mr. MaGoo.  I can sense your latent homosexuality.  You lack of good reasoning and rationality could cause a nasty fatality.  Everyone is making fun of you, and you don't know it.  When you start fucking dogs, the whole Mall will know it.  They do not like you Mr. MaGoo.  Don't touch them, they are working.  Has anyone ever said that your hips are growing?  Oh yeah it is funny to you, because sex is just an analogy for you.  At least I eat publically so people can see that I am like koala, I chew my food well and without witchcraft complication.

I really want to like you, Mr. MaGoo, but there is a little too much Garrison Keillor in you.  Your body is not sacred until your thoughts are original and just.  Otherwise you are just a dangerous book end bust.  Think before you drink.  Be special in your original unprogrammed ecstacy.  Go ahead and tell me what you think it should be.