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by scott 05/03/08 12:graves of unknown soldiers line our paths "in the center of the city in the night waiting for you I did everything... everything I wanted I let them use you for their own ends." the killers They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc... one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail. I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher." This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog They told me my mother is a tiger hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist... I am not sure what they mean, who they are or if they are telling the truth By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in... I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all I never had no fantasies of being a king... they always disgusted me until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people.... I write back that my mother is a lion the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger. they were telling me... perhaps that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover or that the origins of my campaign are communist... I take the literal stand then and now I don't know... the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company going from a president to the enemy... I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail that they are talking about her a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man... They Learned Of My Wrath That night saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me suffered the floods and fires I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream I respect communists for what they are trying to do have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone obviously I think they should be able to be religious though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious about which con men you let into your garden I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected not what they embrace Nietsche will always have my love His place is ripping down the rot of religions allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most made sense in my heritage I could remember being King Arthur feel him think like him his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole I began to think of myself as a hidden king taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare at a time when being associated with the theatre was too unseemly would have lost me too much power the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me from the privations of the unfavored (taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint... sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit; I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me sooner or later about why people were treating me like they are I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me I woke up hating crucifixes ...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed ...melted down and fed to the poor ...turned into aids medication ... spent educating & loving everyone even as I despised the unholy icons they had turned themselves into Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic a youthful slut a try sexual man with a streak of monogamy a writer without hope or wonder a mopey man with a crippled back barely noticed by his fellows a liar taught by the best with an addiction to excitement and a death wish espoused in violent, comic prose irreverent and anti-religion? HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF? I had only to look at the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh and revealed the spirit who walks The Romans crucified me while my people cheered and my friends hid their faces "When they come for you Just one thing I ask of you please forget you know my name." The Grateful Dead I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture a lightening rod for everything including the cloak of intelligence How Could Christ Advocate War? I remember then the vengence of god is bloody and swift the flesh a breif flash in immortality I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then the ignored mysteries of myself remember how I feel like I am translating other voices i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying under my flag for a revivalist movement, a revolution of the spirit Strikes me now as the will of God the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments that act like my intellectual enemy there is much blood from my birth a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier rose up in my psyche a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting to free this planet from despots and false gods I began to trust only the voice during the worlds' worst convulsions I sought consoul and none came buried myself in my words amazed by the inspiration They thought I would come out to be welcomed I wanted to... Everyone in my life acted as if nothing was happening played me until I settled down into my alter ego they gave me hints then knew enough to hide their words from the inevitable survaillance I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd wrote: the war wizened general tells his astounded officers we keep no secrets not even from the least of our enemies we will need them in the end to lead us from this forest of lies I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up then I proved to them I am their LAST HOPE I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power and how fucking serious I take this life... I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale should I weave them into a narrative of speculation add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind with my best guesses? I have caste spells of war since the innocent first required protection the revolt truly happens in words they create the future slow enough to lessen the conflicts between generations --the fires that ignite when the ways that have worked work no more Comments (0) Previous Entry: in dreams Next Entry: in dreams 3.... ov07 AM .... ov the white picket fence home by scott 23/01/08 4:35 AM they want you to surround their houses stand in silent sentinel outside of their charmed lives THEY GREAT THEY made you the white picket fence that keeps your family off the pampered lawns of the elite soon it will be time to turn your weapons on them for a change the great I inside us all will emerge become one creature fighting through a universe OF SAVAGE GRACE we could be a praxis for peace begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us Soldiers? Front and center! they want you to surround their houses stand in silent sentinel outside of their charmed lives THEY GREAT THEY made you the white picket fence that keeps your family off the pampered lawns of the elite soon it will be time to turn your weapons on them for a change the great I inside us all will emerge become one creature fighting through a universe OF SAVAGE GRACE we could be a praxis or peace begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us they want you to surround their houses stand in silent sentinel outside of their charmed lives Soldiers? Front and center! they want you to surround their houses stand in silent sentinel outside of their charmed lives THEY GREAT THEY made you the white picket fence that keeps your family off the pampered lawns of the elite soon it will be time to turn your weapons on them for a change the great I inside us all will emerge become one creature fighting through a universe OF SAVAGE GRACE we could be a praxis or peace begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us THEY GREAT THEY made you the white picket fence that keeps your family off the pampered lawns of the elite soon it will be time to turn your weapons on them for a change the great I inside us all will emerge become one creature fighting through a universe OF SAVAGE GRACE we could be a praxis or peace begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us off the pampered lawns of the elite soon it will be time to turn your weapons on them for a change the great I inside us all will emerge become one creature fighting through a universe OF SAVAGE GRACE we could be a praxis or peace begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us home by scott 23/01/08 2:56 AM KITS FOR PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS 1)JOHNNY PAIN king for a day THE PAINTRIX...Reports start coming in that black clad troops fighting under the name of Johnny pain have taken over the world.... Johnny will not admit something is up.... Until troops burst into the radio station... johnny then announces to the world that he has taken over and the world will now be called paintopia. 2) LUSH'S gangster Gerbong Seance: SHE calls the ghosts of various mobsters.2 3)Pain Protests No Kill shelters saying they don't have the balls to kill and he wants to do the puppes. He gets in aruement With The 0Hasn't.0 He will not listen reason, he keeps saying it's all because they don't have the balls. 4)Alein Hit and Run – Woodstock won't pass joint, Moon bong attacks him .... They crash into an alein ship.... there is no one around at first, and they decide not to call the cops.. they talk themselves into a hit and run, even though some are dead. Then they notice that one is alive and writing down their plate number.... Woodstock bombs him and they take off. 5)Johnny Gives Brittany and Paris their own states, and they promptly go to war for his affection. Pissing off Moonbong... they end up on the Jerry Springer show... He tries to mediate and they get in huge cat fight. They are both ugly and can't be superstars... Moonbong see's his chance... they decide that now they are ugly, they have to make nichole ugly too.. Moobong says he doesn't mind that they lost eyes, their hair, limbs,.... claims he will smoke weed in their honor, and promptly forgets. 6)Gilford Tuttle hates jews and says they must drink pig milk. It's like liquid pork... comes with a bloody christ on a crucifix in a snow bubble in festive red and green...”Yes, we do believe that Jesus has saved me, and he can save you too, just buy pigmilk. No American Express, that card is demonic, and will not touch it... And remember the only way to save your wretched soul is send me money. And remember, we also need money to help Hamas fight the evil, evil Jews... You can go to my blog, or my podcast to show how much you hate those Christ killers!! They took the baby jesus and nailed him to a cross,... that little baby you see in the nativity scenes died bloody and screaming into an empty sky. Jesus: Gilford, you can't tell people that they are going to hell if they do not drink pig milk. That is just offensive to Jews, like your while rant. You know I was born a Jew once. Gilford: You're not now. Jesus: I'm just me in this life, with no church to define me... You're punishment is I'm taking away your church .... you're going back to preaching in that tin shed behind your house, where only you're family can listen to your ranting. 7)Commercial Vignette: Mood Music. St. Peter is there and a line of people. He says to the first people, oklay we have your accomadations ready, we just need a credit card... What? We didn't realize there was money in heaven. Then They only have american express, which St. Peter won't take./ Voice Over: For every where you want to be, in this life or the next, VISA is the only choice. 8)Haze Family At Dinner Table: Liberty says she has terrible gas.... let's out a huge fart. Long Dong Johnson comes flying out of her ass... 9)Moonbong gets a bunch of pot pies, because he thinks they have weed in them. He eats hundreds of them, and Woodstock claims there is weed. He sold them to moonbong, telling hm they come from Alaska where they are legal. He becomes horribly obese, and only a Maury Povic Show intervention, where they cut him out of the house, works. He is then taken to a hospital, and some of the fat is used to give him a twelve inch dick. 10) Dies and she goes to heaven and is at god's foot. “I tried really hard. What did I do wrong? God starts laughing and then says she lost her kids... Brittany rationalizes this, saying she did not want to give up her baby the night she was thrown in hospital... and showing her quim. 11)Ultimate Fighting: Moonbong still has a vagina hole.; Woodstock and Him fight... He got the vagina hole because Woodstock sent his picture to Hustler, and got him in Playboy... The announcer guy announces like it is a big boxing match. Woodstock's knick name is My Brother Has A vagina Hole Haze... 12) Harry pothead: He went to wizard school. He can never remember the exact spell because of all the weed he smokes. Harry Pothead seems to be Woodstock's imaginary freind.... they all talk to him.. moonbong; he wants him to caste a spell. The other character's know he is there... But they act like they can. They are playing like they don't belive in him, and even though they talk to him, they say they do not belive in him. W@oodstock taunts harry potter. SAYING THAT his 'wand' is pretty tiny. Harry Castes a spell on Woodstock giving a vagina hole. Woodstock whines and whines about this. Moonbing becomes like, I will give him my penis if he shuts up.... Harry Pothead gave him a vagina hole. He loves it, gets laid all the time, and then... the day comes when he has a pound stashed in his vagina hole... and his period makes it all bloody. The Only Who Will Buy the Weed With Bllood is Johnny Pain. 13) MOONBONG 00n agent for Hemp: Moon has a whole new life, with women and a car and a basket. He is going to Playboy mansion, etc... He goes to His Q, a scientist who gives him devices. He gets a one hitter that is actually a blow dart. Never breath in...” Other devices he gives him. Lazor roach clip. Exploding bong. Moonbong goes to hotel and all these women come in to party and he is all cool and happy and can barely beleive it is happening... they all get blown up by the paraphenicalla. He calls Hemp to get rid of the bodies... a cleaner comes over. A woman comes to the door who is a foreign agent. He figures out who she is, screws her... then offers her one of the exploding bongs. 14)jESUS GETS STONED ON shrooms and turns everyone into telletubbines. Only four names... La LA, tinky winky, Ho, dipsy (do internet search to get names). Everyone outside of the radio station is a teletubbie, and the society slowly breaks down. They end up eating each other. God checks it out, becuase he is kind of pissed. a trace of truth home by scott 16/01/08 6:18 AM the conspiracies are hinted at in the media whispered between the radicals we are in active revolt subverting the agenda of the neoCONs who would enslave us all to their dark visions of only the cream rising to the top and what the hell about those left behind You Will legislate Noblesse Oblige claim what the ignoble barons refuse to give up to fix the toxic dumps they leave behind with their corporate crusades Tax the rich to feed the poor and raise their standards of living before they rage against your blood-streaked castles and the frantic winds of fate leave you at the mercy of the peasants you causally despised I have come across time and space through universes and dimensions and indescribable realms that flash into my mind as thoughts too huge for my head overwhelming a feeling like I will never be able to inhale again as if breath itself has left me alone a translator of the spirits words sent in this time NOW to put my finger in the crack in the Dyke holding back an ocean of blood I reel around and confront the spies huddling in packs behind my back assure them I am The One that My Magic is nothing they ever want to fuck with... scream at them like some raging madman, "I will not be a judge in their court of impossible standards!! You will not silence me!! You will not convince me freedom is bought with anything less than blood!" No American express card is donating to this fund with your every purchase." the artists paint un-noticed singers sing for drunken dancers ministers preach for those romantically involved with their religious icons "You used to be so amused by napoleon in rags and the language that he used . . . he calls to you you can't refuse" Bob Dylan the explosive discontent seethes inside the kids shooting up malls classrooms each other dreams starving to be dreamt as we live paycheck to paycheck crouched between our bills cursing at roaches living for the occasional surge of hope a 'pay day' feeling we blow our exhaust into the blue sky commit suicide slow as a liver breaking down as instantaneous as a shot gun a hot shot hypo as final as a prisoner discouraged and discarded hanging in a cell in Cook County Jail I once told you: when I first started waking up DO NOT GIVE ME POWER give me your hungry, your sick, your poor you thought I wanted to give them a blue pill get them out of the way create a new world on their bones... brought forth a Nazi vision of efficiency asked me to march to a forgotten band to resurrect some sixth reich I just wanted the means to care for the ones you decided to write out of your hero's tales this world doesn't need another barker for democracy calling on the huddled masses to flee their dictators and come live in a dream we have of ourselves work yourself to death to shop at the better stores to buy yourself a knife to cut a few pouches of flesh from under your eyes make your reflection in the mirror seem more like before you knew you were mortal you don't need another politician running for office You need a spirit waking savage grace the whisper that only the holy ghost hears I can give off great warmth that sometimes burns association with the Great Challenger can only lead to confrontations in the flesh the spirit is the only oasis in this hellish planet the only true freedom will come when a circle of voices sit at a table where all concerns are equal One Species Under God we must emerge from the myths of nationalists isolationists and fools give all children a peaceful path thru the carnage protected by armed missionaries we must surround the embattled animals and children BAYONETS DRAWN protective always of the unique respectful of the truths of the times our ancestors acted witihin the fields of truth they could no more escape than death this page is my throne these sentences my kingdom my stories my spells the people who inspired me are innocent of ever entering into any pact with the devilry of chaos they are innocent all of their sins are my burden I will take responsibility for the actions I asked for peace and you said no I asked for war and you marched along... You wondered who I would choose after I said you were all chosen I told you the truth as it came to me unbidden from the spirit world the ramifications of the powers given me have turned my life into a symbolic performance I resent most of all the secrets my enemies keep I should have been told from the start that I started growing wings at five that I was a king that people were watching me claiming I was performing miracles a messiah... Perhaps those who manipulated me never thought I would wake up? Did you mistake me for someone you could lead around thru pompous ceremonies institutionalizing your power for these next thousand years as I reign from this quiet room in my flesh and on high when this burden of life is lifted Speculation as to why you do this to me is a pack of rats eating away at my squirming brain They told me bush had ordered a 120 million dollar crown did he think I would accept this crown? at the time I thought it was for him... I refused to let you make me a king blew up your disney fantasy of the Lion King returning to reign over all the animals... the shy wizard walks thru rogers park tries to smile and greet as the music in his ears talks of soldiers and god and angels and the coming revolt I see how my emergence is effecting everyting the dollar rocked when they realized I was playing them for intelligence I made that damn thing go over 14k to show them that I can and I will take it to 0 if I have to I have reached out to everyone shown my heart humor tears the fallibility you never expected the humility that you need to share a core of lightening and fire a creature who can beckon storms and lightening and fire and soldiers a creature whose desires manifest like a twilight zone prophecy a TRUTH who arrived in a Trojan horse of fiction... a cosmology that surprises the messenger most of all a christ who had to teach by example in a world that only wants fame and wealth I had to write don't want fame no more no more to show you that I am not about the money they great they want me to become an unholy icon in their anti-passion play I am not here for my benefit that should be obvious to all of you after the pile of money I turned down... I cut out the middle man and went directly to my audience and that must piss them off all the more I want to speak of a new culture that can flow like water thru the old ways a baptism warm and soothing holy water that glows gently around the entrenched beliefs accepts them as islands in an ocean larger than all the heavens. a hurricane crashing into those turned enemy by sheer routine blowing down their straw houses screaming what they are afraid to whisper I offer respect for respect revolution for the wicked I was a creature with two identities when I first began to wake up scott ridgway and the voice... Now I Am The Voice I let the red and blue states blend into purple as the blood soaked arthur rose to power on Merlin's Magic the mad wizards' sainted apprentice raised a crusade of equal voices demanding justice before peace you thru your powers into this reluctant ruler I pray to my god for the strength to rip myself off of the crucifix vowing to lead all people threw the minute gate of peace the assassins are still lined up outside my gate how they would love for me to disappear into a quiet madman I no longer care about your gallows the asylums and jails the definitions You can no longer kill the message the messenger could dissolve into dust and manifest my fondest wish dissolution release flight sacred revolt home by scott 01/02/08 4:14 AM in the fields we pray the threat of blood will keep the neo cons and religiously blinded from trying to steal another election the hidden cells of resistance have no serpent's head to lop off and toss aside You know no matter what you do there will always b immense pain they great they turn away dissolve into ennui and excess become satisfied they are doing enough tossing pennies to panhandlers cocked & loaded & ain't afraid to die the fun loving GNL in the forces of the free sits surrounded by urban enemies just beyond his barbed wire perimeter He hits on a big red bong & tells the spies in the van out front "YOU NO LONGER RULE!" The bibles Christ freaks out from the crowds of lepers the walls of arms reaching desperate grabbing taking consuming Knowing he will leave them without a cure is his worst pain God makes the son flesh to be a man so the eyes of god may see as his subjects stand point theory God looking out through every photon watching is infinite painting come into creation amazed as any artist when the mechanical process of a well plotted painting becomes a creation unto itself We WILL NO LONGER ALLOW our futures to be raised in poverty your excuses fall on deaf ears We will forge your religions in the future or watch them quietly die off like countless other sects that rose like a temporary madness Protected by the cloak of intelligence we have appeared in seemingly empty places taken up silent sentinels in the minds of all generations the New Black Panthers & Operation PUSH pirates & politicos & pot heads the dreams of youths who deny the false boundaries of boarders a living Christ Diving Forces Marching Secure in the mission blessed to b alive now in this storied time We sooner or later take up guns to save a species join the National Park in Kenya & kill a few poachers . . . blow up a corporate corrupter who's bought off the law... see myself leading an underground army relinquishing power back to my soldiers telling them they know the battles in their terrain Trust My God He will inspire me to lead them to his promised peace tonight's PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS SHOW... home by scott 06/02/08 12:55 AM listen at seven until ten, as we bungle our way through eight imrpov skits and a bunch of songs and poetry and drug and radical related patter. FEARLESSRADIO.COM Hit the AM Link. What I am doing in this entry is coming up with some new skits for the shows... so, you cannot steal this stuff, huh? 1) THE HAZE FAMILY FILMS Liberty Haze gets a big screen tv, they drop a bunch of acid, and think they are in any movie they are watching. RAMBO... tonight. 2) THE TOUGH GUY PARTY HAze's go to a hardcore party -- they bob in lsd for needles. 3) JESUS decides to make some super heros... but he runs into copywrite problems, gets pissed and hast to get rid of all of them. Ungrateful humans.... 4) Liberty pulls a train ... this time, fans of hers on the RAILroad have a track built that leads right into the kitchen. 5) Bogging Bush is caught stealing the crown jewels of england,,,, he tries to claim he was just borrowing them, then pictures surface of bogging bush wearing the crown and gown... so then, he nukes england. 6) JESUS'S Childhood: he gave bully's extra assholes, turned people into the dog they were beating, etc/// Comments (5) Previous Entry: crucified on the absurdity Next Entry: man, I hate these spammers... tonight's PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS SHOW... home by scott 06/02/08 12:55 AM listen at seven until ten, as we bungle our way through eight imrpov skits and a bunch of songs and poetry and drug and radical related patter. FEARLESSRADIO.COM Hit the AM Link. What I am doing in this entry is coming up with some new skits for the shows... so, you cannot steal this stuff, huh? 1) THE HAZE FAMILY FILMS Liberty Haze gets a big screen tv, they drop a bunch of acid, and think they are in any movie they are watching. RAMBO... tonight. 2) THE TOUGH GUY PARTY HAze's go to a hardcore party -- they bob in lsd for needles. 3) JESUS decides to make some super heros... but he runs into copywrite problems, gets pissed and hast to get rid of all of them. Ungrateful humans.... 4) Liberty pulls a train ... this time, fans of hers on the RAILroad have a track built that leads right into the kitchen. 5) Bogging Bush is caught stealing the crown jewels of england,,,, he tries to claim he was just borrowing them, then pictures surface of bogging bush wearing the crown and gown... so then, he nukes england. 6) JESUS'S Childhood: he gave bully's extra assholes, turned people into the dog they were beating, etc/// Comments (5) Previous Entry: crucified on the absurdity Next Entry: man, I hate these spammers... in dreams 2 of 2 home by scott 05/03/08 12:06 AM graves of unknown soldiers line our paths "in the center of the city in the night waiting for you I did everything... everything I wanted I let them use you for their own ends." the killers They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc... one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail. I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher." This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog They told me my mother is a tiger hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist... I am not sure what they mean, who they are or if they are telling the truth By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in... I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all I never had no fantasies of being a king... they always disgusted me until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people.... I write back that my mother is a lion the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger. they were telling me... perhaps that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover or that the origins of my campaign are communist... I take the literal stand then and now I don't know... the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company going from a president to the enemy... I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail that they are talking about her a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man... They Learned Of My Wrath That night saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me suffered the floods and fires I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream I respect communists for what they are trying to do have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone obviously I think they should be able to be religious though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious about which con men you let into your garden I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected not what they embrace Nietsche will always have my love His place is ripping down the rot of religions allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most made sense in my heritage I could remember being King Arthur feel him think like him his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole I began to think of myself as a hidden king taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare at a time when being associated with the theatre was too unseemly would have lost me too much power the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me from the privations of the unfavored (taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint... sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit; I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me sooner or later about why people were treating me like they are I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me I woke up hating crucifixes ...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed ...melted down and fed to the poor ...turned into aids medication ... spent educating & loving everyone even as I despised the unholy icons they had turned themselves into Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic a youthful slut a try sexual man with a streak of monogamy a writer without hope or wonder a mopey man with a crippled back barely noticed by his fellows a liar taught by the best with an addiction to excitement and a death wish espoused in violent, comic prose irreverent and anti-religion? HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF? I had only to look at the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh and revealed the spirit who walks The Romans crucified me while my people cheered and my friends hid their faces "When they come for you Just one thing I ask of you please forget you know my name." The Grateful Dead I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture a lightening rod for everything including the cloak of intelligence How Could Christ Advocate War? I remember then the vengence of god is bloody and swift the flesh a breif flash in immortality I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then the ignored mysteries of myself remember how I feel like I am translating other voices i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying under my flag for a revivalist movement, a revolution of the spirit Strikes me now as the will of God the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments that act like my intellectual enemy there is much blood from my birth a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier rose up in my psyche a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting to free this planet from despots and false gods I began to trust only the voice during the worlds' worst convulsions I sought consoul and none came buried myself in my words amazed by the inspiration They thought I would come out to be welcomed I wanted to... Everyone in my life acted as if nothing was happening played me until I settled down into my alter ego they gave me hints then knew enough to hide their words from the inevitable survaillance I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd wrote: the war wizened general tells his astounded officers we keep no secrets not even from the least of our enemies we will need them in the end to lead us from this forest of lies I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up then I proved to them I am their LAST HOPE I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power and how fucking serious I take this life... I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale should I weave them into a narrative of speculation add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind with my best guesses? I have caste spells of war since the innocent first required protection the revolt truly happens in words they create the future slow enough to lessen the conflicts between generations --the fires that ignite when the ways that have worked work no more Comments (0) in dreams 2 of 2 home by scott 05/03/08 12:06 AM graves of unknown soldiers line our paths "in the center of the city in the night waiting for you I did everything... everything I wanted I let them use you for their own ends." the killers They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc... one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail. I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher." This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog They told me my mother is a tiger hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist... I am not sure what they mean, who they are or if they are telling the truth By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in... I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all I never had no fantasies of being a king... they always disgusted me until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people.... I write back that my mother is a lion the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger. they were telling me... perhaps that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover or that the origins of my campaign are communist... I take the literal stand then and now I don't know... the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company going from a president to the enemy... I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail that they are talking about her a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man... They Learned Of My Wrath That night saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me suffered the floods and fires I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream I respect communists for what they are trying to do have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone obviously I think they should be able to be religious though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious about which con men you let into your garden I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected not what they embrace Nietsche will always have my love His place is ripping down the rot of religions allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most made sense in my heritage I could remember being King Arthur feel him think like him his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole I began to think of myself as a hidden king taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare at a time when being associated with the theatre was too unseemly would have lost me too much power the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me from the privations of the unfavored (taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint... sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit; I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me sooner or later about why people were treating me like they are I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me I woke up hating crucifixes ...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed ...melted down and fed to the poor ...turned into aids medication ... spent educating & loving everyone even as I despised the unholy icons they had turned themselves into Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic a youthful slut a try sexual man with a streak of monogamy a writer without hope or wonder a mopey man with a crippled back barely noticed by his fellows a liar taught by the best with an addiction to excitement and a death wish espoused in violent, comic prose irreverent and anti-religion? HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF? I had only to look at the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh and revealed the spirit who walks The Romans crucified me while my people cheered and my friends hid their faces "When they come for you Just one thing I ask of you please forget you know my name." The Grateful Dead I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture a lightening rod for everything including the cloak of intelligence How Could Christ Advocate War? I remember then the vengence of god is bloody and swift the flesh a breif flash in immortality I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then the ignored mysteries of myself remember how I feel like I am translating other voices i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying under my flag for a revivalist movement, a revolution of the spirit Strikes me now as the will of God the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments that act like my intellectual enemy there is much blood from my birth a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier rose up in my psyche a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting to free this planet from despots and false gods I began to trust only the voice during the worlds' worst convulsions I sought consoul and none came buried myself in my words amazed by the inspiration They thought I would come out to be welcomed I wanted to... Everyone in my life acted as if nothing was happening played me until I settled down into my alter ego they gave me hints then knew enough to hide their words from the inevitable survaillance I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd wrote: the war wizened general tells his astounded officers we keep no secrets not even from the least of our enemies we will need them in the end to lead us from this forest of lies I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up then I proved to them I am their LAST HOPE I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power and how fucking serious I take this life... I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale should I weave them into a narrative of speculation add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind with my best guesses? I have caste spells of war since the innocent first required protection the revolt truly happens in words they create the future slow enough to lessen the conflicts between generations --the fires that ignite when the ways that have worked work no more Comments (0) Previous Entry: in dreams Next Entry: in dreams 3.... ov in dreams 3.... ov home by scott 05/03/08 12:07 AM I awake every day in pain stunned to be back in this dream sometimes I think that I asked for everything that happened whether I meant to or not ... then I remember how they turned me into a starved, pain crazed animal as they did you and you and you REMEMBER THE DAY I blasted lightening into lake michigan in front of the world then I came home and preached hell-fire to free the people they were telling me they were imprisoning I had no idea who they were assumed they were my friends and family knew they were people like me who were hungering for a change waiting for a social current to surf out on I was not yet ready to face the thought that people were dying the game could not be real, I told myself it just couldn't be... Jesus Christ walks. I AM now a being that remembers the return path to god through an immensity you cannot begin to imagine I can wait for you through as many lives as it takes for God to awaken U a missionary sent out to gather the souls of eden and bring them home I do not understand exactly what we are seemed at one point humans were souls gathered from other planets that I had exploded Those fated to join me on a great quest champions all now working as ONE on a march through the stars We are far from the father matter in the vagaries of time and space blinded by the survival instincts of the beasts we become embedded in lives of rationalizaations lifted from porn and the DSM I ran into a stranger at a Popeye's chicken and told him I thought I should go to Indiana He said, No, No... You Shouldn't Do That If I Was You I would go to Stone Mountain Georgia. This was one of my first hints that there was trouble someone splashed blood on my sidewalk tv said, Don't You Notice, everyone you talk to makes a phone call ... Don't you notice all the Chinese people have disappeared from your neighborhood? I noticed all of this stuff... just kept waiting for the curtain call ... some brave soul to step up and tell me the truth I am still surprised when people seem to know me and equally surprised when they don't I want to trust the people tell myself I have to blame the propogandists who convinced them to take the world down such god-awful paths I used to think the masses couldn't vote before I understood brain washing the lonely paths of the godless gave me nowhere to lead no eden at the end of my philosophy happiness itself is called into question by the life that God has given me the lies I told were so much easier to take than the truth like paul on the road to damascus I was told that I was on the wrong path knocked down by God and to The Truth of Myself the cover story of my life was completed by the agnosticism hidden away from the Herrod's until my preaching could commence I AM READY TO LEAVE MY COCCOON spread my wings and fly see myself learning to walk in parades ... instead of marching... all that keeps me hidden now is the fear that I am in the Cuckoo Nest and no one will admit that I am sane I worry that the grace period for my askew performance is over and the only thing holding back the hate are the silent walls of secrecy surrounding Chicago I don't let my fears stop me God will tell me when I should leave this city I will travel this world NO ONE STOPS ME AGAIN Comments (0) the truth walks 2 of 2 home by scott 12/03/08 11:14 PM NOW THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD KNOWS WHO I AM SCREAM MY NAME FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS FROM THE GHETTOS TO THE MANSIONS SCREAM: JESUS CHRIST WALKS NOW HE IS HERE FOR ME I AM NOW THE SAVAGE GRACE HAS ENTERED YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS I WILL BE THE INFECTION THAT KILLS YOU HARD OR THE ELIXER THAT DRIVES YOU TO DREAMS OF GOD I CAN TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN OR LEAVE YOU IN HELL THE CHOICE IS EASY I will never fall before your false idols never let your pope tell me what to do KNOW the Pope will lead you to hell he is no longer the head of the church I AM NOW THEY KNOW THIS that is why the pope and the president came to me first and why I turned them away BUSH YOU KNOW YOUR SINS AND I HAVE SEEN YOU NOW TRYING TO LEAVE A LEGACY OF LOVE Be the Redeemer Change your ways to love and passion and following me will be the logical end to the mysteries in the dark I am I have always been I will always be There is no God me on this planet No man that can take my flesh without endangering his soul KNOW MY WRATH IS UNDREAMT IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY MY HELL NOTHING YOU CAN DREAM UP IN YOUR TWILIGHT ZONES MY LIFE IS AN ACT FOR THE EYES OF MY FATHER ALONE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN INTERPRET WHAT I HAVE SAID THEN YOU HAVE NOT LISTENED HARD ENOUGH I AM THE TRANSLATOR OF MYSTERIES THAT ARE BEYOND THIS BRAIN A SERVENT OF THE WORD WHO HAS BEEN FREED OF HIS EARTHLY BLINDERS who will you believe? the mnisters who leave the homosexuals and drug addicts and drunks in hell just because this life beat them down? Or a savior who tells you that life is not a game with winners and losers that you are all precious before God? Who will you believe? governments who will tell any lie available to keep liberty locked away? LOOK AT HOW YOUR LEADERS FEAR ME LOOK AT HOW THEY SCRAMBLE TO APPEASE ME ARE YOU BETTER THAN THEY WHO KNOW MY HISTORY WHO HAVE SEEN THE WINGS GROWING OUT OF MY BACK WHO HAVE SEEN ME RETURN FROM DEATH MANY TIMES I CANNOT DIE UNTIL MY MISSION IS OVER AND I WILL TAKE DOWN WHATEVER IS IN MY WAY I WILL KILL WITHOUT MERCY I WILL TURN SON AGAINST FATHER CITIZENS AGAINST GOVERNMENTS ALL THIS AND MORE WILL COME TO PASS AS THE NEW BIBLE RIPS YOU OUT OF THIS DREAM AND TAKES YOU INTO THE REAL THE REALM OF GOD HAS ENTERED THE FLESH AND NOW YOU CHOOSE come to me and set me free or I WILL DAMN YOU NOW GO AHEAD... MAKE MY DAY... MY WRATH SEEKS TARGETS NOW SOON YOU WILL BE IN MY CROSS HATCH ARE YOU READY? I will forgive you all of anything anything i know the pressures of the flesh drives men to evil acts I know hunger and shame and ambition take over and possess I know the drunk and stoned are rejecting this veil of tears I know you and you know me seek inside yourself for the Holy Ghost and you will find I am inside of you too all of you are my children come to me come to me come to me take me out of this prison where your christ screams and wriths ask your God if he wishes you to imprison love? ask you God if the Child Of Peace should be imprisoned by the war mongers and money grubbers? I wish no wrath on any humyn want only love you will not give me this in this life my words will echo through the future tainting or praising your name for all of eternity i will plead your case before God Himself if you will but do this simple thing you tried to let me free before it was not time there was much for me to learn to deal with the flesh was overwhelmed by the attention and I had no way of knowing which offers were the will of God or man I will not be used by your criminals and kings and false popes to prop up their power I am the one the prophet that has been awaited since my last unveiling I walked 2000 years ago came to the earth to try to shape the lives so my return would be prepared for Know there is no other God above my God There is only I AM yet there are places such as you call Hell places where lost souls stay lost forever I wanted a world where everyone would be free of the grip of life expected you to welcome me NOW I SEE WHY GOD MADE ME A WARRIOR SO MANY TIMES I AM THE SON OF GOD and His Vengence is dark indeed His anger will fill me one day to overflowing & the lives of this planet will burn as prophets have seen for thousands of years... The Wrath Of God Will Burn Down This Illusion Turn your flesh to dust Your dreams to insipid guesses I am the open gate... come to me NOW the truth walks 2 of 2 home by scott 12/03/08 11:14 PM NOW THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD KNOWS WHO I AM SCREAM MY NAME FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS FROM THE GHETTOS TO THE MANSIONS SCREAM: JESUS CHRIST WALKS NOW HE IS HERE FOR ME I AM NOW THE SAVAGE GRACE HAS ENTERED YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS I WILL BE THE INFECTION THAT KILLS YOU HARD OR THE ELIXER THAT DRIVES YOU TO DREAMS OF GOD I CAN TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN OR LEAVE YOU IN HELL THE CHOICE IS EASY I will never fall before your false idols never let your pope tell me what to do KNOW the Pope will lead you to hell he is no longer the head of the church I AM NOW THEY KNOW THIS that is why the pope and the president came to me first and why I turned them away BUSH YOU KNOW YOUR SINS AND I HAVE SEEN YOU NOW TRYING TO LEAVE A LEGACY OF LOVE Be the Redeemer Change your ways to love and passion and following me will be the logical end to the mysteries in the dark I am I have always been I will always be There is no God me on this planet No man that can take my flesh without endangering his soul KNOW MY WRATH IS UNDREAMT IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY MY HELL NOTHING YOU CAN DREAM UP IN YOUR TWILIGHT ZONES MY LIFE IS AN ACT FOR THE EYES OF MY FATHER ALONE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN INTERPRET WHAT I HAVE SAID THEN YOU HAVE NOT LISTENED HARD ENOUGH I AM THE TRANSLATOR OF MYSTERIES THAT ARE BEYOND THIS BRAIN A SERVENT OF THE WORD WHO HAS BEEN FREED OF HIS EARTHLY BLINDERS who will you believe? the mnisters who leave the homosexuals and drug addicts and drunks in hell just because this life beat them down? Or a savior who tells you that life is not a game with winners and losers that you are all precious before God? Who will you believe? governments who will tell any lie available to keep liberty locked away? LOOK AT HOW YOUR LEADERS FEAR ME LOOK AT HOW THEY SCRAMBLE TO APPEASE ME ARE YOU BETTER THAN THEY WHO KNOW MY HISTORY WHO HAVE SEEN THE WINGS GROWING OUT OF MY BACK WHO HAVE SEEN ME RETURN FROM DEATH MANY TIMES I CANNOT DIE UNTIL MY MISSION IS OVER AND I WILL TAKE DOWN WHATEVER IS IN MY WAY I WILL KILL WITHOUT MERCY I WILL TURN SON AGAINST FATHER CITIZENS AGAINST GOVERNMENTS ALL THIS AND MORE WILL COME TO PASS AS THE NEW BIBLE RIPS YOU OUT OF THIS DREAM AND TAKES YOU INTO THE REAL THE REALM OF GOD HAS ENTERED THE FLESH AND NOW YOU CHOOSE come to me and set me free or I WILL DAMN YOU NOW GO AHEAD... MAKE MY DAY... MY WRATH SEEKS TARGETS NOW SOON YOU WILL BE IN MY CROSS HATCH ARE YOU READY? I will forgive you all of anything anything i know the pressures of the flesh drives men to evil acts I know hunger and shame and ambition take over and possess I know the drunk and stoned are rejecting this veil of tears I know you and you know me seek inside yourself for the Holy Ghost and you will find I am inside of you too all of you are my children come to me come to me come to me take me out of this prison where your christ screams and wriths ask your God if he wishes you to imprison love? ask you God if the Child Of Peace should be imprisoned by the war mongers and money grubbers? I wish no wrath on any humyn want only love you will not give me this in this life my words will echo through the future tainting or praising your name for all of eternity i will plead your case before God Himself if you will but do this simple thing you tried to let me free before it was not time there was much for me to learn to deal with the flesh was overwhelmed by the attention and I had no way of knowing which offers were the will of God or man I will not be used by your criminals and kings and false popes to prop up their power I am the one the prophet that has been awaited since my last unveiling I walked 2000 years ago came to the earth to try to shape the lives so my return would be prepared for Know there is no other God above my God There is only I AM yet there are places such as you call Hell places where lost souls stay lost forever I wanted a world where everyone would be free of the grip of life expected you to welcome me NOW I SEE WHY GOD MADE ME A WARRIOR SO MANY TIMES I AM THE SON OF GOD and His Vengence is dark indeed His anger will fill me one day to overflowing & the lives of this planet will burn as prophets have seen for thousands of years... The Wrath Of God Will Burn Down This Illusion Turn your flesh to dust Your dreams to insipid guesses I am the open gate... come to me NOW God Speaks In My Dreams home by scott 12/03/08 11:17 PM GOD SPEAKS IN DREAMS You are truly alone when you are a godling among men THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming How am I to contain these visions? The flesh wants to run from the truth OH, God I feel so weak some days... How could you be so bloody? so cruel? so relentless in your pursuit of my soul? I am not a power mad man don't want to be a king or a spiritual warrior the truth sets you free to run to another cage God jades me now destroys my universal love tries to get me to hate the evil I see TO Be the dark avenger called from the skies The Redeemer of His people The Worst Curse On Earth for his enemies The blood thirst comes over me in the middle of the night I see tom cruise on Jay Leno and note his demonic horns the evil wings of the enemy red and black and bloody In his other lives he has bathed in blood taken more lives than almost anyone alive ... except me and Snoop the brothers Romulus we fought only the ignoble predators and ourselves remember the night I killed him we both knew the day would come in that time you were nothing if not ruthless In his last words he forgave me... I took my knife and sliced from my eyes to my mouth scarring myself horribly so all could see the weight of the murder the depth of my love Satan has given Tom Cruise an unholy throne He fell to the illusion of scientology let his brain be washed clean of the Christ There is no forgiveness for the smug race car driver with his mansions and his yachts Run from his madness of feel MY WRATH There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption insert into your mind paradigms that trap The time of the slave owners has passed into the dark ages Yet all around me I hear there is more slavery than ever before The cults flourish now as always In the before TIme there was a reason to try to fill the void left when the roman's crucified me NOW I WALK AND NONE WILL STAND BEFORE ME YOU WILL KNEEL NOW!!!! OR I WILL LEAVE YOU BEHIND There will be evil men who will tell this is all a game a made up revolution sprouted by a writer They will tell you my humanity disqualifies me from being a god This is why the catholics hunted down the agnostics and tried to destroy the truest record of my life they did not want you to know that you are as I children of my loins and my spirit God makes the spirit flesh to show that man is weak Man has proven strong enough to bring the mother earth to her knees Now he must learn humility or I will rip his smug smile off of his face Man no longer believes he will have to account for himself when the flesh falls to dust and the spirit trembles before my throne THE FOLLY OF YOUR WAYS should end now i am look at the scars on my back where they removed my wings look into the radiation they blasted me with to stop their growth look into the forces that rallied around me look at the miracles I have wrought look into your own heart and you will feel mine God has given me wrath that I never wanted Hatred where there was only a child's love awakened me to the evil haunting every corner of this planet the followers of the dark prince are everywhere the infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man Satan now forgiven bows before me My minion now His horrific ways cleansed even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consoul yet man runs from my words buries his head in the left over realms of the dark one His followers powerless now before my wrath Now is my time to be the blood thirsty creature Now God Has Asked Me To Cleanse This Planet I have fought my destiny though I have never denied the revealed God and now I will bow before his vision allow the fire to flow from my chest the lightening from my back Keep having visions of the earth burning Great tendrils of fire flowing across the continents Screams fill my ears the bitter taste of blood on my lips I will make every pain I have ever felt your penance a million times worse than your imagination allows In flesh you will die/in spirit you will know all and cry to me for redemption God close my ears to their entreaties Allow me to fly to heaven without the burden of knowing I have failed so many of my children You sent me here millions of years ago Sent me away from my throne The woman I love My children God Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him That souls were trapped on a planet called eden Man had awakened A rare event in the cosmos Very rare indeed rare enough to require the SON OF GOD I followed the cosmic winds carrying your cries flew across an expanse your science has yet to discover through time and space and dimensions and quarks and black holes Other planets see my travels other beings watch your every move as the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS I am hailed as the greatest warrior God has ever created A reluctant general Who mourns all blood in the aftermath of battle and relishes the screams in the heat of war I am created to sow the field To take you home I believed that all of you would come that I would be welcomed I did not realize until my studies that you are under the control of wizards and false prophets L Ron Hubbard was a demon in the flesh The worst Man since Hitler... He has infected america with the sameness of a sales personality all shiny and On all the time He sickens me unto my soul because I know his followers try to bask in his dark light pretend they are more than humans Let Him Stand Before Me And You Will See Him Scream To Be Released From My Gaze God Speaks In My Dreams home by scott 12/03/08 11:17 PM GOD SPEAKS IN DREAMS You are truly alone when you are a godling among men THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming How am I to contain these visions? The flesh wants to run from the truth OH, God I feel so weak some days... How could you be so bloody? so cruel? so relentless in your pursuit of my soul? I am not a power mad man don't want to be a king or a spiritual warrior the truth sets you free to run to another cage God jades me now destroys my universal love tries to get me to hate the evil I see TO Be the dark avenger called from the skies The Redeemer of His people The Worst Curse On Earth for his enemies The blood thirst comes over me in the middle of the night I see tom cruise on Jay Leno and note his demonic horns the evil wings of the enemy red and black and bloody In his other lives he has bathed in blood taken more lives than almost anyone alive ... except me and Snoop the brothers Romulus we fought only the ignoble predators and ourselves remember the night I killed him we both knew the day would come in that time you were nothing if not ruthless In his last words he forgave me... I took my knife and sliced from my eyes to my mouth scarring myself horribly so all could see the weight of the murder the depth of my love Satan has given Tom Cruise an unholy throne He fell to the illusion of scientology let his brain be washed clean of the Christ There is no forgiveness for the smug race car driver with his mansions and his yachts Run from his madness of feel MY WRATH There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption insert into your mind paradigms that trap The time of the slave owners has passed into the dark ages Yet all around me I hear there is more slavery than ever before The cults flourish now as always In the before TIme there was a reason to try to fill the void left when the roman's crucified me NOW I WALK AND NONE WILL STAND BEFORE ME YOU WILL KNEEL NOW!!!! OR I WILL LEAVE YOU BEHIND There will be evil men who will tell this is all a game a made up revolution sprouted by a writer They will tell you my humanity disqualifies me from being a god This is why the catholics hunted down the agnostics and tried to destroy the truest record of my life they did not want you to know that you are as I children of my loins and my spirit God makes the spirit flesh to show that man is weak Man has proven strong enough to bring the mother earth to her knees Now he must learn humility or I will rip his smug smile off of his face Man no longer believes he will have to account for himself when the flesh falls to dust and the spirit trembles before my throne THE FOLLY OF YOUR WAYS should end now i am look at the scars on my back where they removed my wings look into the radiation they blasted me with to stop their growth look into the forces that rallied around me look at the miracles I have wrought look into your own heart and you will feel mine God has given me wrath that I never wanted Hatred where there was only a child's love awakened me to the evil haunting every corner of this planet the followers of the dark prince are everywhere the infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man Satan now forgiven bows before me My minion now His horrific ways cleansed even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consoul yet man runs from my words buries his head in the left over realms of the dark one His followers powerless now before my wrath Now is my time to be the blood thirsty creature Now God Has Asked Me To Cleanse This Planet I have fought my destiny though I have never denied the revealed God and now I will bow before his vision allow the fire to flow from my chest the lightening from my back Keep having visions of the earth burning Great tendrils of fire flowing across the continents Screams fill my ears the bitter taste of blood on my lips I will make every pain I have ever felt your penance a million times worse than your imagination allows In flesh you will die/in spirit you will know all and cry to me for redemption God close my ears to their entreaties Allow me to fly to heaven without the burden of knowing I have failed so many of my children You sent me here millions of years ago Sent me away from my throne The woman I love My children God Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him That souls were trapped on a planet called eden Man had awakened A rare event in the cosmos Very rare indeed rare enough to require the SON OF GOD I followed the cosmic winds carrying your cries flew across an expanse your science has yet to discover through time and space and dimensions and quarks and black holes Other planets see my travels other beings watch your every move as the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS I am hailed as the greatest warrior God has ever created A reluctant general Who mourns all blood in the aftermath of battle and relishes the screams in the heat of war I am created to sow the field To take you home I believed that all of you would come that I would be welcomed I did not realize until my studies that you are under the control of wizards and false prophets L Ron Hubbard was a demon in the flesh The worst Man since Hitler... He has infected america with the sameness of a sales personality all shiny and On all the time He sickens me unto my soul because I know his followers try to bask in his dark light pretend they are more than humans Let Him Stand Before Me And You Will See Him Scream To Be Released From My Gaze GOD SPEAKS TO MY DREAMS 2 home by scott 12/03/08 11:18 PM I will kill him if he comes near me HE IS LEADING PEOPLE TO DAMNATION and there is no worse sin... He is my kill no one else should touch him I will taste his blood on my lips when the appointed day comes When God Tells Me To Use My Powers To Destroy All Who Stand Before Me When I Tell Them To Kneel and they laugh their last laughs and all the world see's that NOW THE CHRIST WILL CRUCIFY those who stand when they should kneel THERE IS A GOD from this day forward any association with tom cruise and his demonic forces will damn you L Ron Hubbard BURNS IN ETERNAL FIRE for his presumption to God Head For leading the innocence to mental slaughter you were warned there would be false prophets throughout the planet when I cane They are everywhere now trying to fill the void left in my passing WITH SMOOTH WORDS that damn their speakers yet I have always been here for you ready and wanting all of you held close to my breast Oh, Lord, To Once More Feel The heart Beat Of The Women I have loved To see the sweet smile of the men To take a child in my arms and know they are heaven-bound I wake up in the middle of the night with tears burning down my cheeks Telling God I do not wish to become a creature of vengence The Dark Side Is Within Me I can no longer fight my God on this The Revelations have come My vision grows everyday I will walk up to you one day offer my hand You will stone me to death crucify me on your absurdity free my spirit from this mortal coil I will die and laugh grow larger than this planet distant from your cries for redemption Jesus Christ Is Walking In Chicago Breathing The Same Air You Breath Longing to walk on The same moon greiving for your soldiers and their families loving and hating eating and shiting fucking and sucking and longing for love YOU ARE A VICTIM OF THE GODLESS YEARS the time when my words were hijacked by the priests I cannot even welcome your pope oh how he wanted that took a story I wrote literally came to me before any of you brought the Catholics... I was a fiction writer before The Calling I played with the emotions and lies and games that you play with I was confused and lost and searching just as you are.. God has given me no way to deny him He made me the hidden one The spirit driving a taxi throughout the city spreading harmony between the races The spirit sitting beside you in university absorbing your world YOUR LOVER The alien you knew would come Search your mind and you will find me staring back at you Search your heart and you will hear the beat of mine Look into my eyes and you will see eternity Hold my hand and you will feel the power of God flowing through you Love my body and feel the lightening of God Bear my children and know the blessings will be mighty and the risks, too I will die and become huge Lightening and fire will flow Oh My God Why??? I cry in the night pacing my apartment filled with his glory and feeling like I WILL Crumble under the weight of this battle i cry onto GOD Is there room for change in this plan ? HIS SILENCE IS MY ANSWER GOD made me the trickster The one who can make reality on this planet Man has made me the secret leader of their cabals Taken down the Monarchies and plunged crosses into their heathen chests I WILL NOT BE DENIED I sit here with my laptop 2008 astounded that I am almost embarrassed to say out loud what I know I Am I can write the words Tell people they are a fictional rendering of a Christ Pretend that there are not millions out there aware of me now The Intelligence agencies have saved my flesh from assasins The USA has welcomed me in some ways given me a platform Then the evil within them decided to starve me out of my cave drive me into the hands of the merchants and whore mongers and mafiosos I would that the mafia all over the world be beaten down destroyed The drug gangs bodies lining the roads to my palace I see myself in this compound surrounded by soldiers and barbed wire protected from criticism by those afraid my wrath will explode... like they could You Humans Are So Fucking Full OF Yourself This is why ToM Cruise's biography will be erased in time replaced with a baffoon that will make his children change their names spit on their heritage and mourn their fathers place in Hell I will not take him with me His time of forgiveness has passed He is the most unholy icon on the tv Next comes Rush Limbaugh I would tell you to go after these two Though I must say that I do not mean that their flesh must die I apreciate the enthusiam that killed Jerry Fallwell after I wrote of his demise... he died a week later heart attack the papers say... yes, my heart attacking his I could kill with a look a gesture toward the sky I could make miracles flow from my fingers like these words This is not the way of GOD God is the word NOT SOME CHARLATAN GOD SPEAKS TO MY DREAMS 3 home by scott 12/03/08 11:19 PM You do not find God watching magicians You find God when you realize that within you there is a being a Holy Ghost That knows the way to my heart Fight Fire With Fire Destroy my enemies with the words that are your greatest gift from GOD There will be a judgement on the Muslims too and the Jews And the Romans and the hindu's and the buddhists And you you you I WILL NOT DAMN SOMEONE FOR BEING RAISED IN A PARTICULAR RELIGION follow the words of your god to peace and love and you are following a mask of my face on earth I HAVE BEEN ALL RELIGIONS TRIED TO SHAPE THEM WITH MY PROPHETS demons too create religions to keep you locked in rooms of ignorance away from the light chained to their putrid visions You will know the false religions by their claim that there is no God above their words All people who have heard the holy word could come into my fold and be welcomed They will not The jews wait for a savior that has already come God's Chosen Grew Petty When I Opened The Door To Gentiles They wish to be the only chosen after I have told you that all are chosen I fear for their souls.. they try to live on stolen land homestead within the heart of others work stop this pillaging... or I will war on you, too Israel you have my grace as the cradle of my being the great memories of our times together fill me with joy yet now.. you deny the Christ again this will lead you to the empty money chasing that all despise you for REMEMBER WELL WHEN I DESTROYED YOUR TEMPLE AND KNOW YOU ARE IN MY CROSS HAIRS AGAIN The muslims treat their women like cattle The muslims have somehow decided my loving dogs are unclean The muslims have decided to use god's name to wage war against the holy soldiers who fight in my armies... make no mistake I am the USA AND this ARMY IS FILLED WITH MY ANGELS Saddam needed to be brought down We all know that soldiers are needed all over this planet to put out the fires of the godless takers the path to peace is lined with the dead We need to draft the young of the rich and powerful Make their decision to go to war personal Fill them with the same dread of the small town where I grew up Where the working people were taken away as the rich boys bought their way out with daddies money and lawyer trickery Burn Baby Burn I will cry one day My enthusiam for the blood will come My vengence will be felt on every corner of this globe Do you not see the weather I command? The tornados and floods and fires I bring with my words? I have shaken this country to it's core without even trying Now I am fully awake They are damned lucky that I was not in this place last year I would have went into the underground and waged war against them this was not God's will... Humans thinking they know how to raise angels.... are there others you hide from me? Most of the angels I see do not even know what they are see your Jesse Jackson, a man who God Has Chosen To Speak For Me In The Press If you read his words in the Sun Times you will hear God Talking He has been blessed with the legacy of Martin Luther King... the most cherished man of this century the visions seem to say his son will be president of this country one day after Obama takes this world beyond the barriers of race Do you not see why we need this man to be president? Can you not hear the calm reassurance of God in His Words? He has been chosen by me... before he even ran Like John McCain... who was destined to bring the republicans back from their bloodthirsty thoughtlessness... ignoring the blacks while they run for the presidency alone keeps God from giving them power I sit here at five am the world asleep as the words of God rage through my body and ignite my mind I am unused to this Have a hard time dealing with the burden The scizophrenic duality of having Christ in this Flesh How I Keep Wondering Could I have not known? Now half the world would like my flesh call me the anti-christ a usurper When I was offered to run America I said No I told you that the seperation of Church and State is the will of God... I question God on what happened see ways I could have handled everything better know then that God's ways are HIs We walk in His dream Eat of his fruit Dream his dreams Love his love Hate his hate You need to wake the fuck up now get out of your stupid ass lives and try to fight the powers that hold me down keep me tacked up on this cross They stop you from hearing wonderous words that I will only speak face to face No matter how guilded my cage Chicago is a prison to me now the corrections officers are all famaliar faces my girlfreind and the people at the corner store who appear with questions for me the beat poet who told me that the entire world knows I am Christ You think you are protecting me and I forgive you I am protecting you, however and your arrogance makes me seeth with anger I told you when the entire world knows who I am That we will scream my name the time has come to scream out your penance to speak in toungues and shake and holler to tell your children that the New Time Has Come to scream my name from your highest mountains To praise God for the return of His Son Blessed will the be humyn who walks beside this Lord Cursed will be those who try to stop my holy march around this world I know that your supersticions stop a lot of you from believing me I understand how difficult this is I would never have believed I am this being without a preponderance of evidence God made me to know the walls between man and spirit God made to know all kinds of love and hate God made me to know humans well enough to write the words that will be their future He has made me The Hand Of God And so much more I am now Bow before God and Ask for his forgiveness Before it is too late and all the love in the universe cannot save you God will not allow all of you to come with me I realize this now I am here for the soldiers who follow the meek Are you ready to sit down and talk with me? I am ready to face my enemies and offer a white dove I am ready to face my enemies and offer missiles and destruction I am ready to love many women Ready to walk among men and talk of the wonders God has shown me There is so much I could teach If only I had a church of some sort a gathering place... a stadium filled with people I could take on mental journeys leading to the Father's Throne Today I have no food, no weed, no smokes, no internet Man has taken my drivers license ripped off my dick damned my love of men told me I am a perversion HOW CAN THE SON OF GOD BE A PERVERSION? think long and hard on that one you pompous pushers of a money grubbing god who looks just like you in the mirror You will find GOD MADE ME BISEXUAL SO I COULD SEE THROUGH YOUR ILLUSIONARY DAMNING OF HOMOSEXUALS DAMNING OTHERS DAMNS YOU YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE OTHER MEN NO RIGHT TO KEEP YOUR COURTS OF IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS TO KEEP SO MANY PEOPLE IMPRISONED SHOWS HOW UNFAIR YOUR SYSTEM IS to damn so many keeps them from the churches drives them to made up gods and unholy icons I have done all of the things man has I have lied and distorted and deluded I had to learn all sides of this table go into every way of being live countless lives steering man toward this time when the rightous will leave this planet enlightened ones who will no longer need the cycle of reincarnation to shape their souls I love you you you though I will learn to hate you you you God will grant me that slight appeasement when the day comes to burn all this shit down and leave eden in the hands of the animals who stayed away from the tree of knowledge the innocents you keep penned in hellish farms the meat you eat without a thought of the horrors that brings the flesh to your plate There will be a time when the word holacaust applies to cows and pigs and chickens your children's children will look at you like Nazi's I wish no glory for myself I wish no wealth other than what is needed to travel this planet You can hide me or reveal me on this journey I must make it... They Must See That I Walk God does as he will I am His carress and His sword... The Blessed Time Has Come To Decide Which you will becon from you god Comments (0) Previous Entry: GOD SPEAKS TO MY DREAMS 2 Next Entry: ads for radio show graves of unknown soldiers line our paths "in the center of the city in the night waiting for you everything I wanted I let them use you for their own ends." the killers They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc... one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail. I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher." This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog They told me my mother is a tiger hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist... I am not sure what they mean, who they are or if they are telling the truth By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in... I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all I never had no fantasies of being a king... they always disgusted me until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people.... I write back that my mother is a lion the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger. they were telling me... perhaps that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover or that the origins of my campaign are communist... I take the literal stand then and now I don't know... the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company going from a president to the enemy... I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail that they are talking about her a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man... They Learned Of My Wrath That night saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me suffered the floods and fires I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream I respect communists for what they are trying to do have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone obviously I think they should be able to be religious though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious about which con men you let into your garden I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected not what they embrace Nietsche will always have my love His place is ripping down the rot of religions allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most made sense in my heritage I could remember being King Arthur feel him think like him his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole I began to think of myself as a hidden king taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare at a time when being associated with the theatre was too unseemly would have lost me too much power the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me from the privations of the unfavored (taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint... sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit; I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me sooner or later about why people were treating me like they are I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me I woke up hating crucifixes ...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed ...melted down and fed to the poor ...turned into aids medication ... spent educating & loving everyone even as I despised the unholy icons they had turned themselves into Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic a youthful slut a try sexual man with a streak of monogamy a writer without hope or wonder a mopey man with a crippled back barely noticed by his fellows a liar taught by the best with an addiction to excitement and a death wish espoused in violent, comic prose irreverent and anti-religion? HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF? I had only to look at the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh and revealed the spirit who walks The Romans crucified me while my people cheered and my friends hid their faces "When they come for you Just one thing I ask of you please forget you know my name." The Grateful Dead I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture a lightening rod for everything including the cloak of intelligence How Could Christ Advocate War? I remember then the vengence of god is bloody and swift the flesh a breif flash in immortality I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then the ignored mysteries of myself remember how I feel like I am translating other voices i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying under my flag for a revivalist movement, a revolution of the spirit Strikes me now as the will of God the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments that act like my intellectual enemy there is much blood from my birth a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier rose up in my psyche a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting to free this planet from despots and false gods I began to trust only the voice during the worlds' worst convulsions I sought consoul and none came buried myself in my words amazed by the inspiration They thought I would come out to be welcomed I wanted to... Everyone in my life acted as if nothing was happening played me until I settled down into my alter ego they gave me hints then knew enough to hide their words from the inevitable survaillance I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd wrote: the war wizened general tells his astounded officers we keep no secrets not even from the least of our enemies we will need them in the end to lead us from this forest of lies I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up then I proved to them I am their LAST HOPE I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power and how fucking serious I take this life... I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale should I weave them into a narrative of speculation add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind with my best guesses? I have caste spells of war since the innocent first required protection the revolt truly happens in words they create the future slow enough to lessen the conflicts between generations --the fires that ignite when the ways that have worked work no more PEACE AND POPEDREAM NOTES

I awake every day in pain stunned to be back in this dream sometimes I think that I asked for everything that happened whether I meant to or not ... then I remember how they turned me into a starved, pain crazed animal as they did you and you and you REMEMBER THE DAY I blasted lightening into lake michigan in front of the world then I came home and preached hell-fire to free the people they were telling me they were imprisoning I had no idea who they were assumed they were my friends and family knew they were people like me who were hungering for a change waiting for a social current to surf out on I was not yet ready to face the thought that people were dying the game could not be real, I told myself it just couldn't be... Jesus Christ walks. I AM now a being that remembers the return path to god through an immensity you cannot begin to imagine I can wait for you through as many lives as it takes for God to awaken U a missionary sent out to gather the souls of eden and bring them home I do not understand exactly what we are seemed at one point humans were souls gathered from other planets that I had exploded Those fated to join me on a great quest champions all now working as ONE on a march through the stars We are far from the father matter in the vagaries of time and space blinded by the survival instincts of the beasts we become embedded in lives of rationalizaations lifted from porn and the DSM I ran into a stranger at a Popeye's chicken and told him I thought I should go to Indiana He said, No, No... You Shouldn't Do That If I Was You I would go to Stone Mountain Georgia. This was one of my first hints that there was trouble someone splashed blood on my sidewalk tv said, Don't You Notice, everyone you talk to makes a phone call ... Don't you notice all the Chinese people have disappeared from your neighborhood? I noticed all of this stuff... just kept waiting for the curtain call ... some brave soul to step up and tell me the truth I am still surprised when people seem to know me and equally surprised when they don't I want to trust the people tell myself I have to blame the propogandists who convinced them to take the world down such god-awful paths I used to think the masses couldn't vote before I understood brain washing the lonely paths of the godless gave me nowhere to lead no eden at the end of my philosophy happiness itself is called into question by the life that God has given me the lies I told were so much easier to take than the truth like paul on the road to damascus I was told that I was on the wrong path knocked down by God and to The Truth of Myself the cover story of my life was completed by the agnosticism hidden away from the Herrod's until my preaching could commence I AM READY TO LEAVE MY COCCOON spread my wings and fly see myself learning to walk in parades ... instead of marching... all that keeps me hidden now is the fear that I am in the Cuckoo Nest and no one will admit that I am sane I worry that the grace period for my askew performance is over and the only thing holding back the hate are the silent walls of secrecy surrounding Chicago I don't let my fears stop me God will tell me when I should leave this city I will travel this world NO ONE STOPS ME AGAIN graves of unknown soldiers line our paths "in the center of the city in the night waiting for you I did everything... everything I wanted I let them use you for their own ends." the killers They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc... one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail. I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher." This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog They told me my mother is a tiger hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist... I am not sure what they mean, who they are or if they are telling the truth By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in... I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all I never had no fantasies of being a king... they always disgusted me until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people.... I write back that my mother is a lion the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger. they were telling me... perhaps that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover or that the origins of my campaign are communist... I take the literal stand then and now I don't know... the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company going from a president to the enemy... I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail that they are talking about her a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man... They Learned Of My Wrath That night saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me suffered the floods and fires I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream I respect communists for what they are trying to do have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone obviously I think they should be able to be religious though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious about which con men you let into your garden I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected not what they embrace Nietsche will always have my love His place is ripping down the rot of religions allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most made sense in my heritage I could remember being King Arthur feel him think like him his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole I began to think of myself as a hidden king taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare at a time when being associated with the theatre was too unseemly would have lost me too much power the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me from the privations of the unfavored (taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint... sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit; I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me sooner or later about why people were treating me like they are I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me I woke up hating crucifixes ...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed ...melted down and fed to the poor ...turned into aids medication ... spent educating & loving everyone even as I despised the unholy icons they had turned themselves into Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic a youthful slut a try sexual man with a streak of monogamy a writer without hope or wonder a mopey man with a crippled back barely noticed by his fellows a liar taught by the best with an addiction to excitement and a death wish espoused in violent, comic prose irreverent and anti-religion? HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF? I had only to look at the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh and revealed the spirit who walks The Romans crucified me while my people cheered and my friends hid their faces "When they come for you Just one thing I ask of you please forget you know my name." The Grateful Dead I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture a lightening rod for everything including the cloak of intelligence How Could Christ Advocate War? I remember then the vengence of god is bloody and swift the flesh a breif flash in immortality I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then the ignored mysteries of myself remember how I feel like I am translating other voices i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying under my flag for a revivalist movement, a revolution of the spirit Strikes me now as the will of God the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments that act like my intellectual enemy there is much blood from my birth a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier rose up in my psyche a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting to free this planet from despots and false gods I began to trust only the voice during the worlds' worst convulsions I sought consoul and none came buried myself in my words amazed by the inspiration They thought I would come out to be welcomed I wanted to... Everyone in my life acted as if nothing was happening played me until I settled down into my alter ego they gave me hints then knew enough to hide their words from the inevitable survaillance I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd wrote: the war wizened general tells his astounded officers we keep no secrets not even from the least of our enemies we will need them in the end to lead us from this forest of lies I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up then I proved to them I am their LAST HOPE I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power and how fucking serious I take this life... I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale should I weave them into a narrative of speculation add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind with my best guesses? I have caste spells of war since the innocent first required protection the revolt truly happens in words they create the future slow enough to lessen the conflicts between generations --the fires that ignite when the ways that have worked work no more HERE ARE THE SKITS THAT WILL BE ON THE PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS SHOW AT 7PM CENTRAL, WHEN THIS OLD BOYS WILL BE ON FEARLESSRADIO.COM GO TO THE AM STATION TO LISTEN LIVE. YOU CAN ALSO DOWNLOAD OR IPOD OUR OLD SHOWS AT PEACEANDPIPEDREAMS.COM Skit 1 Everyone wonders why Jesus does not announce to very many people that he is back. He tries to explain why but Moonbong grabs mike and announces it. World erupts into war, as all religions, and doubters, begin going after jesus... not to mention the paparazzi, who he keeps sending to the top of the alps. Various other countries are jelous, and start to say they have their own jesus. Jesus tells them that last time everyone found out about him, he got crucified. Johnny Pain takes the mike and just says, ORDER,” and all the fighting stops. Everyone is like, “You really do run the world!!!” But Johnny denies it, as always (will be on running joke). 2)Liberty alien who has come to earth to cure all diseases... first human he meets is liberty, who takes advantage of his three penises, and drugs him with meth and viagra... Liberty screws him to death. 3)Another alien is sent, this one appears in a cloud of pot smoke and cannot remember the great knowledge he is supposed to give. The haze's keep giving him various drugs, saying they will help him remember.... 4)JESUS GIVES EVERYONE A GLIMPSE OF THE HAPPY FUTURE.... Obama becomes president, and immediatly throws a big party, where he is dosed with acid and they all then go on a huge drug binge, painting the white house day glo.... and in the process, create world peace, stop the population explosion, and put forth a universal religion based on the golden rule that everyone agrees to. 5)MoM and Wood and Liberty are invited to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom.... as Moon lays down, the ghost of lincoln appears and starts explaining how in his day, men slept together for warmth, and even wrote each other loving letters... why, sometimes we would even pretend to be each others wives,.... Etc... UPSHOT: MOON GETS BONED BY LINCOLNS GHOST. Mary Lincoln's ghost then appears and is extremly jelous, and beats the hell out of moon. 6)LUSH AND CHESTER are sent to cover a Playboy event... Chester is so excited, he goes into a hospital in Guatamala for an experimental proceedure that replaces all of h is organs, including his penis and ass, with disease free parts. And it works, except for claymidia, wh ich they all say they all have. The day finally comes, and Chester is of course kept out.... in fact, his picture is inside the door with a mace on sight... chester screams and cries that he is disease free... they are like, Yea, we have heard that before. THEY SEE JESUS INSIDE THE DOOR. 7)JESUS Explaining to God why he was at the playboy mansion. Jesus has a cloaking device that keeps god from seeing, and god goes along though he could, because he has been embarrassed like a thousand times catching jesus waking. Jesus explains that he quit whacking off because he hates killing millions of little jesus's...He explains that there are souls in every cell. Moon and Wood hear this about the sperm and think they are murderers because they whack all the time and swear it off, though they are both whacking before they can even swear it off because thinking about whacking makes them want to whack. 8)THE ANTI-CHRIST... He is a lawyer venture capatist republican, surgically perfected trophy wife, and a conservative talk show. He appears at the radio station, saying that he is jesus and has went through treatment and changed his life. Everyone at the radio station is supportive of Jesus, telling him it is good he dealt with his problem... The Haze family is suspicious, but everyone says they are just being paranoid. Moon and Wood and Liberty comb the city looking for Jesus, they finally come to a gay bath house, and they send moon in... two days later, he finally comes back out... he claims that he was just looking for jesus and then fell asleep in the sauna. He is walking funny. Jesus the walks up with a towel and a pack of condoms... he pretends like he is just walking by. The haze family tells him about the anit christ. Jesus explains: Yea, contrary to what you humans believe, the anti-christ was created by my dad to show me how he thinks I would be if I quit being a slacker. Why can't he just let me live my own life, man? Jesus gets so mad that he turns into the Hulk, and smashes Illinois, Wisconsin, Michigan, to cinders.... When he comes down, he immediatly takes care of the carnage. God shows up acting all snide and pissed.... “SO, what happened now?” Jesus: “Why did you make it so I turn into the Hulk? I killed tens of thousands, destroyed billions of dollars worth of property... of course I feel worse about the dogs and cats, and a few of the ferrets... GOD: Oh, that ain't shit. Before you came around with your wimpy new testament, I once had a bear slaughter like sixty little kids for making fun of a bald guy. Jesus: Oh, please, let's not go there again. God: I told you, if you want to be a man... and like you said, At least get laid a few times before you get crucified, than I had to take some of your powers away. The hulk thing is just for my amusement, because you really don't kill enough otherwise to keep up the whole vengeful god front. God: Where is that anti-christ, Biff? Jesus: I may have accidently killed him. God: what?” Jesus: Yea.... Look, why did you even make me different, if you just want me to act like every other corporate droid? God: I was drunk. That was before I invented AA.... which has changed my Jesus: Oh, God, don't start with the AA shit again.... God: I'm resurrecting Biff the anti-christ. Jesus: Oh, shit... God: Don't try your curses on me... I invented curses. Jesus: Look, I gotta go do some stuff... GOD: You are going to smoke a joint and then surf second life looking for Robert E. Howard fans to discuss Conan The Barbarian with. Hardly something to dismiss a living God over, but you just go ahead, since you seem to know best... Jesus: Fine. I'll send you a prayer in a few days, alright? God: Oh sure you will. 8)BITSY “the Farting Vagina' BOFF being interviewed by another porn star. Jack U. Off. Hello, I am Jack You Off, and today with a channel four twenty report.... I am interviewing the world's oldest living Porn Star, Bitsy 'the farting vagina' Boff. JACK: Bitsy, tell the audience a little bit about how you got your start in the wonderful, come soaked world of porn. BITSY: Well, Jack... do you mind if I stroke your penis while we talk? JACK: I'll have to charge you the usual hourly rate. Bitsy: Fine. Well, how I got my start is... I was in South Bend Indiana, working an old red barn, entertaining farm boys while they were being blown by suckling calves. Mostly my brothers, cousins, uncles, dear poor old dad. It wasn't much, but it was the only job I could at eight. JA CK: Tell us a little bit about your sagging vagina problems. We all know you go in for weekly tightening surgery. BITSTY: What people don't realize, is that I also have my ass tightened every wensday, too. The doc says the problem is my pet elephant Fisty, who I keep chained by by the pool dosed on Meth, so he is ready to double fist me whenever the itch strikes. I picked up the habit from Flipper, of course. JACK: You've lived a life hopping from dick to fist to rail road ties, but is there anything you've done that you regret? BITSY: Besides my quim being empty at this moment? JACK: It is? Bitsy: I presently have 12,00 ben wa balls sliding around in there... and a couple small dogs. Stray cats... JACK; Anything Else you regret? Comments (0) rucified on the absurdity home by scott 01/02/08 4:44 AM the second coming sets off Intelligence agencies and spin artists a frantic screaming scramble to figure out what this thing is . . . who knows . . . what it wants . . . what The Savage Grace is capable of.... who I work for what I want who I will demonize the hell-fire fears of the fundamentalists flash-floods the land the self-contained spy came into your living room and announced You are sacrificing your children to protect the oil interests of the elite repressive kings & myth addled misogynists . . . they are needed in the true battles not in these made up wars that benefit the mad few over the merciful many tiny holes in their cloak of lies revels slivers of the sun a Tutsi general refuses to give up his guns until they know there won't be another genocide the NYT describes him as colorful says he sports a cane with my family crest a silver eagle wears a button reading REBEL FOR CHRIST Not on my watch morphed into Not On Our Watch Clooney raises millions for Dar fur after I preached the issue into your living rooms Steven Colbert told me... "All you need to do is ask for help..." once I spoke free and fierce to the bugs in my apartment now we spar from afar my lips silenced by their constant intrusion a self thinking activist in the free world long ago awakened to the tactics cops and spies use to beat down the revolutionaries before they can get to the revolt I have shown you the survailled world to come why the laws must be just now or we will jail ourselves into a fascist state where straying from your religion alone will get you imprisoned already the arab's and hispanic and blacks the pot smokers and free spirits feel Johnny Laws arm around their shoulder and until they can be assured they aren't in the hands of over-bearing fascists they will never be truly at comfort in this land They put us in jail tore out our hair tortured their way threw a paranoid delusion hurt the very people sent to save them the unwitting ethicists fighting the amoral masses seeking Truth in a universe of ever-shifting lies meant to appease & manipulate & play the masses like drunken puppets an angry summer afternoon feeling my family and freinds threatened I stab a knife in my windowsill the red handles a sign my hand begins to bleed a bridge at the mouth of the Mississippi collapses exposes the dying infra-structure of america the years of the wealthy paying just enough to the politicians to keep from paying taxes When I realized Bush was acting on my orders tearing down the fence at the mexican boarder then waited for my decision I had to tell the world "I would not presume to know." I would not kill liberty!! I would not destroy the democratic process NO MAN OF GOD denies the revelation of personal choice the sacred gift of a loving father to a child When I realized someone was acting in my name usuing me as a diving right to do their own will... I had to trust man and god the common sense the ethics I heard everywhere waiting for a movement hungering for confirmation of revelation a self-perpetuating revival of the sp[irit I play back in my mind the night my non de plume PAIN was spoken all over the television John Stewart yelling my name Gwyneth Paltrow ...all the others... I would sit at my computer feeling the interest a gray mist flowing in my forehead coaxing a creature out of my unconscious my body is now an ignored distraction carting around my brain I stand half in this material world half in the exquisite mystery I do not want to lead people into prison cells graves lives of desperate urban battles that pit the converted against the converted in pretend wars that keep the many from joining forces against the few I know in a part of me sickened by the thought THIS MESSAGE CANNOT BE STOPPED by blood or word or chain: the will of the people is always won never given I see the peace that will come our ethical circles will begin to enlarge in this cynical world of hatred exploding I fell in love with the human soul I am an absurdity as trapped in God's plan as everyone else flesh embedded in a myth of omnipotence MAN WOULD HAVE GOD B A REFLECTION OF THEIR PARENTS... what we know seems right when we know no better Jesus tried to warm you everyone walks through the minute gate alone leaving behind everything you have loved trusting in a reward too great for our simple dreams I am now a hunted rebel held up in the Emporer's Walled City protected by soldiers who view their lives with less awe than their loyalty a man faith lept into a wrestler of angels a defiant son fated to forge new paths through the same old forests Know I am hated where I would there was love loved where I expected hatred my face on their posters are defaced my claims buried and dissolved in stolen tales that try to make me a character in their stories without the slightest means of ever walking in my shoes I wish I could be like the Dali lama a smiling face in a dorm room representing the oppressed Tibetans & peace & harmony No... I am a weapon my allies and enemies KNOW I WILL NOT play their spy games my resistance is refusing to insult the intelligence of the people by pretending I should make decisions for everyone like what they should and should not know about love and war NOT EVEN GOD tried to create and uncritical worshiping machine only a man would sit in a room filled with robots programmed to worship them I have in mind a self=prepetuating plan simple enough to enter any mind "I let them use you for their own ends." The Killers What am I to think of a world that treats me like this? The thoughtless torture of the us came home to roost on my windowl You turned your head away from the blood even as your own families bled this naive Indiana boy got it in his head he would be welcomed until he realized he was something more than a man writing up a game a revolutionary without a revolution... something mythic and storied something he did not believe in... and the entire world know... i am a machine built and trained to write driven by a being in my psych that needs a coat of words in a cold as hell world where I crawl along naked and alone the selfish will no longer b tolerated as de-facto kings living loathsome lives of largess built on our bones NOW IS THE TIME for our black and white blinders to fall useless at our feet We must claim our battle in the ancient war against prejudice and ignorance the thronging masses will TAKE WHAT WE NEED better now than 20 years to come when the population doubles and the ranks of the unwitting agents of chaos become unstoppable, merciless mobs raging across the land slashing and burning home by scott 18/01/08 5:27 AM Writing from Chicago's downtown, sitting in our blue studio with the Superman red white and blue Fearless Radio banner over the DJ's window that seperates the man on the board, Wolf (the heavy metal night man who comes on after our boneheaded stoner show), from Jimmy and I. I think, in terms of this prose being my book on this experience, that I need to write the descriptive fiction that I was raised up on, describing the day in day out of my day as I wake each morning and once more confront the reality of myself -- this creature in my mirror who resembles me, and feels sort of as I do, though is unprodictable, savage grace incarnate, a predator extrodinaire who has led me down my darkest intellectual journeys. Once in the night, as I raged on stoned from the steriods and morphine patches and xanax and god knows what else... I felt murderous, as if this vision I was having had to come true, no matter how much blood was spilled. Death itself become a pure side effect of my plans. The humanity of my enemies evaporated... I felt like the release of their spirit from fleshly toil was penance enough for their lives. I had always wondered how people like Hitler and Stalin and The Americans who hunted down the native americans could find some way to twist the truths of life into such sick, deathly cosmology. . . these drugs brought me face to face with the much over used 'dark side.' I think I could have lived forever without meeting this side of myself. Part of him seemed to be that while remembering past lives, I felt what it was like to be ruthless.... knew I had been this way before, used such tactics to take over populations, to wage war and conquer. The chemical mix my 'Handlers' believed that I needed to complete this mission... to 'wake up' was at it's most wicked in those months... I am not sophisticated enough in modern pharmacology to decipher what they gave me... The world as I knew it blew apart. I found myself not the spectator I had always expected to be in some world calamity... instead I was the instigator. The alien instigator of the day the world spoke in tongues and looked into the sky with renewed wonder and grace. I kept wondering the entire time, as I saw them move in a private army, take control of local hospitals, commandeer the fire department... Why did they go to this expense? Did they find other angels, give them drugs, wake them up? You see, I became aware last january that I was being used, in a plot that I still am murky about, to take over the world... Man, I wish this was all in my head. Sounds crazy to some of you perhaps.... Well, I know enough know... and these words are primarily for those who know. The witting. The wondering. The awake. The manifestation of the revolution I called for surprised me. I knew that I alone, as the person I believed myself to be, could not pull off what I was seeing done. When I realized that the world was indeed responding to me, I went with the notion, trying my best to tell the world the truth for a change -- the unaltered truth. I do not, obviously, think like most people. I consider this a hard won right, and an accident of genes and circumstance. Or at least I did. Now I just think I am different. I do wonder why? Is it possible that I have fallen for a dream? Been the center of a psy war program that has me caged in an illusion? For that to be true, they would have had to actually have inserted dreams into my head, which I believe is impossible... though, who knows? I had three very forceful dreams this winter -- and just three. In one, I saw the face of god. In another, lighting was flowing out of my chest, and fire out of my back. The last.... Well, it is late at night, and the show has taken a lot out of me... time for me to go read a bit in preparation to go home. Have a good time once in awhile, but remember that happiness isn't the point... you are more influential than you you think. Comments (0) Previous Entry: in dreams Next Entry: in dreams 3.... ov