What have I been 'TOLD' to receive in Heaven?
And then freely give away to fools........
Tell Me?
Line us up in front of a firing squad before a pit and open fire with machine guns.......
With the what is real versus the perceived.
What seems to be and the refusal of acceptance.
Weighing our denominators. Like fluids in gallon jugs
Labeled Clear and present danger.
Knocked out of the sky...
Honey BEE
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Red ants everywhere by design
The old man stood at the sink in the bathroom next to the cloth towel machine....
He was 90 years old.. he grinned into the mirror as I was looking on from behind as he said I have Lung Cancer.
Then: Time flashed back to when he had done something really shitty as a young man in the name of some cause somewhere.
He had it all rigged from long ago... planned out... all of his enemies and some of his so called friends... he had laid an elaborate booby trap.... for them... that is why he was smiling.
Why it was absolutely thought out... they should all perish.... but not before being bitten and running from millions and millions of Red Ants... in pursuit... of their fear.
He opened the bathroom stall.. and there he was the old fuck with a single self inflicted gun shot wound to the forehead.
Dead as a door nail... and blood running down...
This triggered the release of the marching red ants... he looked out the buildings windows and there they were riding the rivers.. and streams and creeks to here and there and everywhere...
they touched and tormented everyone....
The old Fucker was smiling even in Death.
His Red Ants were going everywhere by design.
He was 90 years old.. he grinned into the mirror as I was looking on from behind as he said I have Lung Cancer.
Then: Time flashed back to when he had done something really shitty as a young man in the name of some cause somewhere.
He had it all rigged from long ago... planned out... all of his enemies and some of his so called friends... he had laid an elaborate booby trap.... for them... that is why he was smiling.
Why it was absolutely thought out... they should all perish.... but not before being bitten and running from millions and millions of Red Ants... in pursuit... of their fear.
He opened the bathroom stall.. and there he was the old fuck with a single self inflicted gun shot wound to the forehead.
Dead as a door nail... and blood running down...
This triggered the release of the marching red ants... he looked out the buildings windows and there they were riding the rivers.. and streams and creeks to here and there and everywhere...
they touched and tormented everyone....
The old Fucker was smiling even in Death.
His Red Ants were going everywhere by design.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
The Sandstone is melting
Ever notice it is kind of hard riding the bus back 'OUT' sometimes?
Where the Fuck is it?
It was easy enough to get here...
Maybe you are new in town or in the village and you don't know where the bus stops etc... and everything is in a different language... and there you are pretty lost.... whatever you do don't take out the tourist map on the corner and look.... hide that camera... the natives are restless you know...
You don't want to become a victim out of their hunger.
Red Bay used to be like that...
HE was in his boat gently rocking the halyards were making a bell ringing sound as they slapped the hollow aluminum mast... why he can still hear them...
He thought about one of the greatest lines he had ever heard in his life.. of 60 plus years...
'Don't Worry about it'
He thought:
Still, Still Sleeping?
and what about the validity of danger associated with religion?
How quickly they can turn... zealot
To indignation and self righteousness
His only resolve........... was
The Sandstone is melting..........
HE recalled a friends saying.....
Who's God? Which God? What God?
Their God?
He reasoned for himself anyway.......
God and Religion were two separate entity's ....... why perhaps more even......
how ironic...... Wars are even fought over it..... in someones name.........
Laugh in was a good show.
The Sandstone is melting....... He prayed.
Where the Fuck is it?
It was easy enough to get here...
Maybe you are new in town or in the village and you don't know where the bus stops etc... and everything is in a different language... and there you are pretty lost.... whatever you do don't take out the tourist map on the corner and look.... hide that camera... the natives are restless you know...
You don't want to become a victim out of their hunger.
Red Bay used to be like that...
HE was in his boat gently rocking the halyards were making a bell ringing sound as they slapped the hollow aluminum mast... why he can still hear them...
He thought about one of the greatest lines he had ever heard in his life.. of 60 plus years...
'Don't Worry about it'
He thought:
Still, Still Sleeping?
and what about the validity of danger associated with religion?
How quickly they can turn... zealot
To indignation and self righteousness
His only resolve........... was
The Sandstone is melting..........
HE recalled a friends saying.....
Who's God? Which God? What God?
Their God?
He reasoned for himself anyway.......
God and Religion were two separate entity's ....... why perhaps more even......
how ironic...... Wars are even fought over it..... in someones name.........
Laugh in was a good show.
The Sandstone is melting....... He prayed.
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