Letter to Jesus

Dear Jesus,

You don't exist

Sincerely,

Another nonbeliever

God Won't Win

I might just kill her

Stab her non existent heart with my sharp knives

But for now her I'll just kill her with my words

Hoping that karma will come through

If there is a God, I will pray that the cockroaches of the world

Will not survive the nuclear war

She is the leader of the cockroaches

And even if I must fight God for his thrown 

Just to throw her into Hell

So be it, I will stomp and trample you 

Like the worthless bug you are

And So the World Turns

And so the world turns

Along with my vision, along with my thoughts

All swallowed                   up by the dizziness

He is no friend of mine

The sound of the telephone 

And the sound of the television

Morph together and become the blur

Make it stop

I'll soon throw up

Sorrisos

What does a smile say?

Hello.....

I missed you.....

I love you.....

You're cute....

You're funny....

I'm utterly and completely 

Happy

How nice a smile is. 

I really liked this painting. It's Mother Teresa of Calcutta, and she looks utterly and completely happy. Like she knows the secrets of the world. 

The painting is by Dan Lacey. Painter of Pancakes.

And to paint such wonderful and joyful people must mean that he is utterly and completely happy. And he wants to share that happiness with his canvas. 

I only dream that one day, even for just a minute. That I will be utterly and completely happy. And that my smile will tell you exactly how I'm feeling. 

What would you do if a guy strung you along, and then decided that he wanted someone else?

Because he liked them more

And then he told people that you liked him and you chased after him

And that he never flirted back

Even though you know perfectly well that he did 

Because you still have the messages to prove it

I barely know him but I can't deny that my feelings are hurt in a way I couldn't have imagined

My pride is shattered 

I hate being anyone's lost puppy

Oh dear God, what have I done

Another day missed

Another argument awaits

How many times will I break these promises

How long until someone finds me and forces me out of hiding

I know that day is soon

And yet 

I let it Spiral

Fuck the Eighties Purple

I try and put my emotions into words but I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't seem to do any good.

For example, when I tried to explain how I felt two days ago, it came out as something like this

  I want to roll around on the floor and fuck the eighties purple

........ yeah

The Beginning of the Nonsense

Words are lovely.

Like

albatross

and cellar

and daggers

and eloquent

and other such nonsense I suppose.