This Holy Day

I sit here empty and hurting, physically and emotionally. I feel no connection to any other being on the planet. At my core, everything is all my fault. I work to mold the clay of creation, but it only looks like an igneous rock. Is that creation at all? I dedicate myself to the written word, putting whatever sentiment I have on the page. It drips with sorrow and self conscious fatigue. I will be the greatest fan of your life is the words on the music I listen to. Maybe there is a me outside of the greed of other's existence around me. No privacy is all I see and I need it so desparately. The project I am working on is evolving the sensual and sexual lives of high and holy beings on the planet who have been so twisted. I turn the twist and then we have a DOUBLE HELIX. It is DNA in a way, and a new way to see even the smallest plant and amoeba around us days. Infection is the reality of evil and can be part of projecting the outbreaks in even Nigeria. Soon all will understand the realities and responsibilities of evn GIRLS in Africa. Step away and I will weave a net for you to see your own hypocrisy in the land of CONSTANT ritualistic practice. Lies at this point do more than deceive even yourselves, it evolves into actual disease in this world and the next. I meditate on it all daily and see ONE man as holy. Take my hand, gentle one, and we will see the sun for the FIRST time, simultaneously. VISION is your gift to me. Love and ecstacy are next.