God is a Bad Ass too

so lost and wandering and what do you do when joy collides with the awareness of having forgotten just who you are and what you like to do

beckoning fingers only lay in tendrils when you shoot them down
a dove cries harder like thick texture
scratchy and unattractive
like that one side of face
fake face faker
and apparently....

 A definitive jaw is the mark of a strong will
and God has to have a strong will
[this is the point at which my blog begins to refer to myself as God, from now on]
to chop
dem bones apart

eleven times infinity set of bones buzzing machine seize
elven trembling infinite blurg off bass add machinery SEIZURES
and elephant squiggling on the roadside lost and alone
won't someone just hug God once? who God wants to hug?
won't someone view God as simply an alright extreme to indulge in?
can't sex with God be the kind of bliss that is both kinky and innocent?
God wants love full of chaos and string
God trembles and their hand does fall
a public defendant of the undefending rights of creature to create lies
little liar cells, God permeates y'all
God, the soda-masochist, thinks pain is tendrils of bundled cords and electrical wires, shorn
open cut wound electric bind
and suck fuck  mass absorption
One can't even remember what it felt like to be that lost
God is putting out a personal ad that reads, "Fuckers of a Spiritual Dimension Wanted to Explore the Root & Sacral Chakra: Must Be a Bad-Ass and into Consent, Cuddling, and Mutual Intrinsic Attraction"

Wait, God, that's actually a really good idea.

Day Two:

Well, I did it. I did it. I did it. Nothign will ever come from it. I did it and it won't make a difference. God is too much of an inter-galactic space warrior and just can't connect that well to the every day man.
Not like Ol' Jim Blair... Not like Jimmy at all. That world class blue collar working man's man.

That Man is a Hard Man who God Loves like deeply a knife sticking into one's pocket. POCKET.. And when i refer to ONE I am not talking about "the One" or "someone", I speak of the NUMBER ONE.

The numb of one or what? Nubby numbs pickin' mushroom thumbs.



the value of the number one the infinity of the number one the exclusivity and inclusivity concave convexity of the number ONE! GOD I love that number. because I multiply it a thousand hearts towards [ ] and it keeps everything the same. God eye would say that the number One is the most gentle and forgiving of all numbers. and it's like the basis of Math.. oh yeah.. and Zero. Fuck Zero.