So, I am either Jesus Christ, or they fucking brain washed me when I started and athiestic campaign for peace. I suddenly had a weird seizure, and my girlfriend was told I was sleeping for 30 hours and there was no point in coming in. Yea, right. I forgot who I was. A personality of the Christ began rising in me.... the miracloe is a little harder to explain, let alone the dreams of God's face, and white lightening and fire flowing from my chest and back. There is much,much more.. phone tapped, filmed in my house, even on the toilet. A lot of people were privy to this. Are you one? Then why do you not come help me get the fuck out of this prison of Chicago, where they have assigned me freinds and a lover.
You can read all about it in http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com
among the occurances: they got tv personalties to talk to me about running a revolution... I do not know if everyone noticed or not. I assume they did. They referred to my campaign as Political Theatre in the Senate, until they saw me pulling off miracles.

Saturday, July 26, 2008
the police in new york are driving around with the head of a dead black person
below is an article on cops driving with a black head on their attenna
THIS SHIT HAS TO STOP. THEY ARE STOPPING OUR Y0UNG AND MAKING THEM FEAR THE POLICE. this is no way to support crime eradication. THE COPS MUST BE FIRED. PERIOD. OR.... YOU GOING TO BE WONDERING WHY SOMEONE IS KILLING ALL THE COPS IN HARLEM. WE ARE GOING TO START KILLING THEM IF THEY LEAVE US NO CHOICE. PASS THE WORD. By the way, this is a work that says it is fiction, and most people think Jesus is fiction, so it stands... I will be writing out hit lists and shit. I do not want anyone dead, just attacked with words... but if they use those black heads, like they did in the slavery days, when they hung slaves heads on sticks... for bullshit.
below is an article on cops driving with a black head on their attenna
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/26/nyregion/26harlem.html?ex=1374724800&en=76c875238ea1356a&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink
You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some.
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