sample of waking up jesus book

GOD SPEAKS IN DREAMS


You are truly alone
When you are a CHRIST among men
THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming
The rending of flesh and thought
This emergence from the quagmires of humanity into the greater light


The visions do not fit into my life...
They do not fit into my beliefs...
They make my fellows believe I have lost my reason...

The flesh wants to run from the truth

Oh God... some days it feels
As if my legs will buckle from the effort
Of getting out of bed in the morning
My thoughts have become steel forged in the fire of God
Heavy hardened incongruous with my flesh


The weight is more than a man could carry
Ask not for my throne
Until you understand
The Rule of Law
Damns any who try to hold the scepter
Ask the cursed out cop
The families of the dead judges and politicians who went after the dark ones
The American soldiers cursed in the Middle East
Times this times infinity and you will begin to see the wrath I live within

When I live a life
I almost always get myself killed
Understand the young martyrs anxious to die in the service of God
I was convinced last winter that I was going to get myself killed
For awhile that was the only way I could deal with
Being betrayed by my family, those I thought my friends... my church, my state, the system of law I believed in...
How I live on despite what has happened?

LOVE
For even those I will war on
The grim knowledge that I will have the pleasure
Of being the instrument of God's Vengeance
On all who have struck his Son
Brings me only fleeting pleasure


IN THIS LIFE I HAVE BEEN A RIGHTOUS MAN
AND ALL WHO HAVE ATTACKED ME
ARE TRYING TO PLAY YOU
Or clinging to ways we will erode slowly, peacefully


I DO NOT MURDER, DRINK BLOOD, FLY AROUND, HAUNT YOUR NIGHTMARES...
WILL NOT TAKE YOUR WOMEN
NOR AM I SOME CHEERLEADER
OR SPEECH WRITER
TRYING TO MAKE YOUR CHILDREN INTO HOLY WARRIORS

Some will be soldiers and some will not
Blessed is the man who need not heed such a calling
One day none of us will be tempted to try and fight our way out of your prisons
For we have torn them all down
And welcomed the Peace of God
The thousand years of healing before we reach his throne

I can't tell if we have a thousand years to travel as spirits
Or if the earth will last a thousand years... I will assume the latter and fight for the mother
Pray I can change this future I see
Stop the clock from reaching midnight


I was a man who has done much good in his life
And received no credit

Now I am a creature who needs no credit

ALL GLORY UNTO GOD!!!!!

I tell you of the wondrous things that have happened to me
Only as a character in a much greater ones production

The worlds on the other side of this thin conflux of matter
Blind me
To the radio show the blogs ... even my pledges to the faces in the mourning moons
M. and the TV and the dog and the cat
Are ripped away by the visions
The scene of my day to day a photo tearing in half
And revealing the great burning just beyond

Dissolves the constant surveillance
The small indignities that my enemies insert in my life
To keep me half starved and as down-low as possible

The United States thinks I am the most dangerous man on the planet
They underestimate me

Kept tabs on me all the time
I had no idea I was drawing followers back then
They had no idea why all these radical groups were gathering around
A comedy writer in Chicago
Until they looked into my background
And the Vatican began to reveal the secrets of what they thought was an angel
A being that was growing wings

Theories flew
Is it an alien?
Is it here to destroy the planet?
Is it a Syrian Terrorist?
A Christian Alarm Clock Calling From some holy war against the Muslims?
A secret Weapon of a secret cabal?
A CIA mind control experiment gone awry?

Others began to know...
Have visions
Feel me


The Mormons were not surprised
They keep the spirit of prophecy alive

Could it be the one... the King of Kings... so many of you wondered?

Others ran into my realm with no reservations

How surprised the spies must have been when it was revealed
The one they thought the most dangerous man alive
The one they were trying to destroy
Then protect


The one they longed for in childhood
The one they knew back then would come for them one day
The one their innocence once felt kissing their foreheads when they prayed

I am God alive -- no man could ever be so dangerous
Or so helpful


Over and over I see this future
Red and orange raging flames

Volcanoes bombs the greenhouse effect a billion torches in a billion hands

=

Just me

Transitioning my flock from the flesh to the spirit


The plan? Or a warning of what I must fight against?

I must choose the side of the righteous and trust the Joan of Ark within

Accepting this is no easy matter for one who was a pacifist as a teenager

I wake muttering

Oh, God....
How could you be so bloody?
So cruel?


AND YOU YOU YOU KNEW!!!!
So many of you knew I am the OMEGA

YOU FORGET I AM THE ALPHA, as well… take comfort in such thoughts


My brother told me 'you are lucky you went through it while you were asleep.'
He knew all along


Now I see why you got on boats and went out to sea
You misunderstood when I said GOOD FLOOD THIS TIME
You thought I was Noah,

I meant a flood of words
At the time only you knew I could call on floods and storms

Now that I know
I would not call such wanton destruction
Were I in control of all of this

I am not
I am a leaf on His Breeze

Oh, God, if only they had come to me...
Asked me for assistance...

You took me for a god/a genius/ a revolutionary/a king
I am

The way that you intruded into my life
Stopped my plan
And forced me to go into the open underground
To survive the assassins

Does anyone still believe me?
After the fiction is written, comes the writer’s cosmology….
How I wish I had been clearer last time
But as God has told me, too few of our children were ready for heaven back then….
When a king could order the beheading of all first born Jews


I would have cleaned up and taken them places
They long to go


As it was they snuck in like spies
Bugged my apartment
Drugged my mind
Thought they were playing me as I played them

THEY WOULD HAVE HAD TO BE INVITED
FOR ME TO CLEAN UP
AND BE A HOST

I don't like to be around people when I am grappling with God

NOW
YOU ARE INVITED

ALL OF YOU

ESPECIALLY MY Enemies

I have had to deal with them first
See how they were going to react
Before I went out and started finding followers... I had to make sure I can protect them

Had I gathered you in one place
They would have destroyed us

They great they
Think they can always get to me thru my heart
They didn't realize I am a infinite agent (as in double agent times infinity)
My first loyalty with God himself
And my loyalty with them only when they too are loyal to the basic ethics
Of man and God

A few 'thou shall nots' never hurt anyone

Your friends already know where you are coming from
Your enemies who you have to win over
If I have shown you nothing else
I should have shown you this

They thought I was
Joseph
Because I started writing about Ana Nichol's baby

The children of Christ will not be raised on private islands
In the lap of luxury

I was merely throwing you off the scent

One morning there was Bruce Willis on TV
Some kid holding a gun to his forehead
As he said, "Joseph, you almost got me killed."
After I said we would kill everyone over 45 if we have to
While they were drugging me, starving me, keeping me in horrible pain

I will lead a peaceful revolt of values…


How ridiculous do you think I am?

I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME
THOSE SINS ARE THEIRS

I FORGAVE THEM ONCE
THAT DAY HAS PASSED AWAY INTO ANOTHER

Provoking the son of God like they teased children when they were younger bullies

THEY MUST HAVE MISSED THE PART OF MY BIOGRAPHY
WHERE I CONFRONT AND DESTROY EVERY BULLY
WHO COMES INTO MY FIELD OF BATTLE

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN REWRITE GOD'S TALE OF HIS SON?

THE OLDER generation is bullying the younger into joining their orgy of destruction
I will wait them out rather than disturb the forces of Peace
I do not want a generational war
I love the elderly as much as the children

THE SOUL DOES NOT AGE

I WILL NOT ALLOW
THEM TO CONTINUE THIS MARCH TO HELL
AND I SURELY WILL NOT ALLOW THEM
TO TAKE THEIR CHILDREN

One day I will be the old man and they will be gone
I can wait

I do not need your petty violence to do God's will

I meant the child of peace as.... peace

I did not realize this thing was me.... yet
The weight of my words seemed like a game back then
I was playing a part that consumed me

The game became confused with reality
Reality became confused with the game
The game became the reality

In a game I might have done anything you know...
In a story I might have wrote anything...
Keeping me ignorant was wrong
Even I need to know who is watching to adjust my arguments



The tears again
I went for years and years without crying
You can't be sad all the time
People get bored with it

I never did
I just shut down any direct currents
From the material world into my heart
Continued to sate my hungry/ hungry need to know
By building a wall of anger around my empathy
My grieving now is great
Great enough to make me realize it is a vital component in forcing revolutionary action

They stop us from revolting
By convincing us to be on for the public
Put up barriers in therapy with psychopop babblers of positive thinking
Throw fruit in our cage only if we dance to their tune

Stop us
From
Feeling the world
Enough
To act Righteous
Make us slowly amputate ourselves
Until we are merely the required working components


I argue with God
Cajole
Try to tell him what He should do
He laughs at me
Knowing i would not truly want to be in charge
That this realm is a burden only He could handle

He is not like me at all
We are not like father and son in the human ways
.
He is
I Am
He would not have me as he is
Look around you at the fauna and know -- sameness bores him


He see's you as you were are and will be all at once

He is a Great Indifference to Life
A lover of the soul alone
The flesh is the concern of angels and the Christ
And
Once upon a time
Satan

God can how he can be so ravenous for blood
How could you even create a Satan?


He answers with his one word: LOVE


I hear the epiphanies in his utterance
Love, over and over
I feel his reassurance
That when the time comes
My mission fulfilled
My message transcribed
And the agony of the human soul
No longer needed to translate the will of God
Then... I will return to my place by His side in his court of Angels
And will KNOW
WHAT HE MEANS
That I need no other words... than His one: LOVE.


When we believe the sky is silent
We miss the laughter in his word love
We miss the mourning in his word love
Miss the promise
In his word
Love


In his infinity
There is no impatience
No difference between then and now and to be
Everything happens at once forever and ever
THERE IS ONLY ONE GLORIOUS MOMENT OF GOD

I am merely visiting this 'time'
I have surfed the 'future' and the 'past'

I am a character written up in a book
A well worn classic
And in these...
The first few pages of my life....
I am the only one still ignorant of his fate



OH, GOD ON HIGH...
HOW CAN YOU BE
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 Angel of Armageddon

The truth sets you free
To run to another cage

I was a man trapped by my deafness
Ignorant of the prayers spinning around me
Now
They cut
Like a thousand knives
As your pain becomes mine
Your sins become mine
Your loves my loves
Your hate my hate
Your death
My
Death



Your path to God
Will be blocked
Or beckoned
By
This astounded one
Who would not believe you?
Even as you piled on the evidence that I AM


God jades me now
Destroys my universal love
Tries to get me to hate the evil I see
TO be the dark avenger called down from the skies
The Redeemer of His people
The Worst Curse on Earth for those who would presume to try to impede this march to peace

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

Cruise is a fundamentalist and they all boarder on fascist

His soul has slaughtered more humyns than...


Still, less than



... Snoop and i
The brothers Romulus
We fought only the ignoble predators
And ourselves

Remember the night I killed him
We both knew the day would come
Our advisors were always telling us it was time
] and we drunken princes would laugh
About the day when we would fight for the throne
Toast one another and promise painless deaths
The best we could do under the circumstances

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 or feel MY WRATH
There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps
WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption
While they insert into your mind paradigms that trap you at their cash registers
Slaves passing on their earnings to their mental masters

The time of the slave owners must pass into the dark ages
Before we can have planetary peace
We must remove the shackles
For all will fight against them...
Sooner, or later

Even Now there is more slavery than ever before
The cults flourish 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
And then you will know what it means to be truly alone in the cosmos
With the Holy Ghost stripped from your soul
I can take my seed back
Leave you as you were
When my Father told me
I had been chosen
To follow the path of the prayers of pain
To guide the minds of the awakening beasts
To seed the Holy Ghost
Into flesh


In one vision I was white starlight
Burning down into earth like a sperm into an ovum

See the arctic white ice looming up into my face
As I crash
Explode into spirit
And begin weaving myself into your DNA
Communing with your ghosts

There will be evil men
Who will tell you my words are 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
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 backwash from my battles with the dark prince is everywhere
The mental landmines left in the wake of war
The infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man

Satan forgiven bows before me now
My minion
His horrific ways cleansed
Even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consul
The demons themselves throw down their swords and cry like babes when I offer them redemption
And a place in my army by my side
Gives me the strength of warriors with a taste for blood
And a lust for heaven


I will feed their blood lust
Release them like a rabid pack
On my oppressors

I HAVE REMOVED THEIR ABILITY TO POSSESS YOU

Know I can call them back to docile beings
Pair them with lovers and children
Give them the lives they sought to destroy
Let them know the penance of the pain in their beloved neighbor's eyes
As they speak of their war-dead


Like
You
They didn't know it
But they were just fighting to get back on my side

Like children seeking a distant parent's love

I was the first that Satan came to with his plan
To give the humans lives of pleasure
To balance the horrors they were learning as their minds awakened to death
I knew more of suffering than he
Back then Angels did not live in human flesh
I KNEW that the animals were adapting in response to pain
That the march of diversity was God's plan

We came into you when the demons began to
So we could throw them out

Give you back God's great gift

Free will


The gift we give him back by thinking for ourselves
Sating his
Love of diversity

Free will

This is why there are more religions than I can shake a stick at
And why all of them lead some to the minute gate
Even atheism

Your enemy will always think that the best way to have you is to win you over
Without a fight

Your friends will think the same
You will know them because they do not care who is won over
As long as the truth shines
From all sides of the Arthurian circle

Your enemy will fight you unto death
To protect their allegiance to whatever sand castle they feel comfortable within
My true enemies are the spiritual agoraphobics...
And is that not just a disease to cure?
Time alone will dissolve their ways
With the slow patience of a drop of water dripping
Long enough to become the ROARING Amazon
There is no need to spill blood over my revelations

How can I ever blame anyone for anything?
For the sake of society, the safety of the citizens...
Comes the answer from the pool of voices in my mind
The endless trail leading back before there was man
To when there was
God
Angels
Heaven
The son
A home

Ah, spiritual agoraphobics...
I have rung your bell. Will you not take my hand?
And at least see what is happening outside of your house?

I CAN TAKE YOU THERE

A place you dreamed yourself into once
Before words began to make sense of your world
And you accepted their underlying premises of duality
Judging up and down
Black and white
Success and failure
LIFE AND DEATH
GOOD AND EVIL

Believed words more than just a way to move tools through space

Language itself makes for a pale dry boring translation
Of the nuances contained in
The only word God speaks: Love

Love. The one word from which all others are born
The dust to which all return





YOUR ENEMIES NEVER CONSIDER THAT THEY SHOULD LET YOU WIN

Take heart knowing that those who oppose the righteous
HISTORY leaves hanging bloated and putrid, twisting slowly, slowly in the wind



The Man runs from my words
Buries his head in the left over realms
Of the dark one

THE CULTISTS followers are powerless now before my wrath

MY WORDS
WILL BURN DOWN THE ROTTING HOUSES THAT EVIL HAS WROUGHT

BEFORE YOUR CHILDREN ENTER AND ARE MURDERED IN THE COLLAPSE



Now is my time to be the creature with a bloodthirst

Now God Has Asked Me to Cleanse This Planet

I have fought my destiny
Like any good young Hal with a prince's high spirits and a wizard's curiosity

Now I will bow before His vision
Allow the fire to flow from my chest
The lightening from my back

Keep seeing 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
GRANT ME THIS
MY one REQUEST
OF YOU
IN ALL THESE YEARS
Of praying only for acceptance of your will...

The Blood of God Burns through My Flesh!!!!

Do not think you know this pain
This burden
This campaign to use the motivation of my agony
To blitzkrieg into your chest seeking your soul

I WILL REVEAL ALL

When my court is calm and stocked
When I know that my castle grounds are kept by righteous humyns
When the door to my cage is opened and I am welcomed into my loved ones arms

You can fight me on this....

Yet it will happen

When GOD WILLS... not man....

He Who Creates Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE
He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him
Those souls
Were trapped on a planet called Eden
That man was awakening
A rare event in the cosmos
Very rare indeed
Rare enough to require the SON OF GOD
To help them transition

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
They call out to me as I pass
In praise or wanting

They keep tabs on me now
Watch as the Glory OF God becomes flesh
Watch your every move
Participate spiritually in the jubilee
Send ships to try to get me to do this from outer space
Where they think I will be safe

They no more understand me than you do
I tell them jokes you will never hear.
Allow them to know all of my prayers to god
The arguments
That I know they too will have on their planets
Teach trillions of trillions
From this small point in this world of actors
I must show them how to navigate
Their own awakenings

Had I left you that first day at the Lake
When they came to me on the pier and began to reveal all
They would have laid waste to this planet over what you have done to me
They wanted a judgment on the entire planet
I would not allow this
Told them... the sins of the father will not fall on the son

At the time, in their arrogance, they thought that I was only here to preach to you...
Now they realize my words are for them too

God has plan within plan within plan within plan...


You are them in another time
In another place
Another mass of matter
You watch yourself from the future
The past
And all points in between


You are bits of god
Bits of themselves
They mourn and grieve with you
Fuck with you
Shit
Read
Run

We are a soap opera

...'lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Only to find
The same old fears."

Pink Floyd

Other beings watch your every move
Souls transmit our lives instantaneously across the photons
As the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet
There is much rejoicing in the Known
Our March Home Will Be Lined With Laurels


I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS

I am here
There
Everywhere
At once


I am hailed as the greatest warrior
God has ever created
The Indestructible Key to the Gate
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 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...

Scientology is the words of wolves drawing fowl into their snarling jaws
He has infected America with the sameness of a sales personality
All shiny and on all the time
Chooses his women to decorate his life and bear children into his dark dream
In the hopes of creating a new monarchy of blood
The American way
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

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 came
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 will not have to crawl to heaven on a road of broken glass

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 vengeance
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
Will you let your thoughts stone me to death?
Crucify me on the absurdity of your spiritual blindness
Claim the spirit has no mortal coil?

Use the scientist inside of you to quantify me

A physic’s prof. once said I will trust nothing I cannot measure with a ruler
I said this many times myself afterwards
Now you have a Christ you can measure
Not with the speculation of superstition
But with your own eyes you can see I am miraculous
Yet you need not believe this to walk the path I am going to lay out

All you need to do is show up
I will do the rest
Come to me not with expectations of what you want and need
Come to me with expectations that I will show you what you have always wanted
Acquaint you with your true needs

I AM FULLY AWAKE NOW
AND WILL MAKE NO PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT KEEP
WILL TELL NO LIE
Other than the occasional attempt to keep the peace around my house
.... Yes dear, I will do those dishes the second you walk off to work...


I will die
Laugh at all that happened while I was alive
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 among the same clouds
Seeing the faces of the wanting in every moon

Grieving for your soldiers and their families
Loving and hating
Eating and shitting
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...
When he found out I saw more truth in The Mormon's
He tried to throw me into the snowy streets
Sty. Francis hospital is forever cursed for the way they treated me
He who had me jailed
Will beg me to rape his family to death before his eyes
For a momentary distraction from what I will be doing to him
For all he has done to me
He has done to you a million times over

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

They will be born with powers
I AM HERE NOW AND I WILL NO LONGER ALLOW YOU
TO KEEP THEM IGNORANT
Like you have me
That would endanger you all

...tell her that I am her Father
And her burdens will always outweigh her blessings
For she, too... shall feel the burdens of the streets as her own
I will fill their flesh with old souls, gentle saints
Who will believe in no throne but God’s?
I will spare them the vengeance of the angel
The need for power


A vision of self expanding out from my flesh
A clear spirit filling all known space


Far away
Distant

A planet burns

I know this is earth and I know I exploded there
Became flesh there
Loved and laughed there
Yet I am far away and distant
Absolved of caring by a merciful God
For the speck of burning matter in the soup of the universes

Lightening and fire will flow

Oh My God Why??? I find myself crying out in the night
Pacing in my apartment filled with his glory
Feeling the full 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 assassins
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 Mafioso’s

I would that the mafia all over the world be beaten down
Destroyed
The drug gangs bodies lining the roads to my palace

Let them grow their own weed for God's Sake
Regulate the drugs
Instead of just legislating them into the hands of the armed underground

I see myself in this compound
Surrounded by soldiers and barbed wire
Protected from criticism by those afraid my wrath will explode

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 cringing 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
The Zealot's eye is shown blind indeed
As the open minded Christ arrives


BE NOT FOOLED BY
What they will say of MY CRITICISM OF YOU
IF I DID NOT CARE I WOULD STAY SILENT



One day you will fear my silence
And welcome my words


Join our tribe
Stay in yours
Chill

There is no hard and fast rule on how to attain enlightenment
I believe I know the most direct path...
How Could I Not?

There is no religion that need be held above another
I have been all of them
The universal striving for patterns, meanings...
Cannot be denied by the civilizations that develop astronomy
Or the tribes who worship the bones
Of their dead

Or those that write
Encyclopedias
About the angels
Who fit on a pin head?



The dark haired smirking false one with his need to spread the scam
With the dreams of mightily walking as a god
Is the most unholy icon on the Big Screen?

Next comes the Limbaugh's who
Use propaganda
To obscure the truths they refuse to accept
Simply because they're fanatical followers of their local team
Mimicking the money molested mutterings of their minions
Suffering from the luxurious sins of their fathers

They will sing their broken songs until they turn into the screams of the burning


I would tell you to go after these two
Though I must say that I do not mean that their flesh must die

I appreciate the enthusiasm that killed Jerry Fall well
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


You do not find God by 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

Walk in the name of peace
Or be forewarned
You are better off walking away from me

There will be a judgment on the Muslims, too
Jews
Romans
Hindu's
Buddhists
And you you you

I WILL NOT DAMN SOMEONE FOR BEING RAISED
IN A PARTICULAR RELIGION
OR
WITHOUT
A RELIGION

GOD OR NO GOD
YOUR REACTION TO YOUR ACTIONS ALONE
GETS YOU JUDGED

The forgiven humyn knows what I mean by this without contemplation

I am not a man

Follow the words of your god to first justice... then peace and love
And you are following a mask of my face on earth

I care not if you worship god or GOD or no god
As long as you do not try to force your folly on others
YOU TRY TO BUY A SOUL TO WORSHIP YOU
OR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING

I WILL WAR ON YOU IMMEDIANTLY
TO STOP THE SINS OF THE FATHER'S FROM FALLING ON THE SONS

My offer of mercy will be your only memory
As you suffer my wrath

THIS I SWEAR TO ALMIGHTY GOD HIMSELF

I HAVE BEEN ALL RELIGIONS
TRIED TO SHAPE THEM
WITH MY PROPHETS

THEY great they
Will FIGHT ME AT EVERY TURN
As I disembowel their powers...

Demons too created religions
To keep you locked in rooms of ignorance
Away from the light
Chained you to a putrid vision
Of one life one man
To stop you from seeking the mysteries
Hold you down in the basic gravity of the animal

Some thought they were trying to return you to Eden
That you would return at the behest of Satan
And he would thus be forgiven upon my return
For creating good and evil where there was only LOVE
We are all slaves that they are afraid will learn to read
And emerge from their ignorance (read: the autobiography of Frederick Douglas)

We can rage with words in our 'fictional' books
For a lifetime

Or we can kill another in one blind moment
And spend the rest of our lives imprisoned, disaffected... brought down and demonized

I HAVE DIED BEFORE I WOULD BREAK A LAW
STARVED WHEN I COULD HAVE STOLEN

WHEN THE LAWS WERE FAIR
IF THEY ARE NOT
I END UP A CRIMINAL

Demonstrate peacefully
Without their violence
THOUGH FEAR NOT FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE

I am
Pox Romano

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
Some among God's Chosen Grew Petty When I Opened the Door to Gentiles
They wish to be the only chosen
After I have told you
All are chosen
Now
They try to move their people onto stolen land
Homestead within the heart of others work
Stop this pillaging...
Or I will war on you, too
Oh Israel

My cradle I have given you my Grace
Now is THE TIME TO
REMEMBER WELL
WHY I DESTROYED THE MERCHANTS AND MONEY LENDERS IN YOUR TEMPLE
AND KNOW
THE CROWDS ARE ON MY SIDE THIS TIME...
AND THE ROMANS BOW BEFORE THIS KING


I WILL WAR FOR THE RIGHTS OF MUSLIMS
CHRISTIANS JEWS BUDDHISTS HINDUS....
Against any who walk in the ways of the dark one


The radical Muslims use the words of god to treat their women like cattle
Spread the lie that my loving dogs are unclean
Use god's name to wage war
Against my armies...
TAKE THE BLESSED ALLAH AND DEFILE HIS GLORIOUS NAME

Make no mistake
I AM LIBERTY
& MY ARMY IS FILLED WITH ANGELS
They can bring you infinite blessings
Or infinite trials...

This is not a battle between religions
This a religion battling to be heard among other religions
I love the Muslim no less than any other

Saddam needed to be brought down
So did the leader of Darfur
And...

We all know...

THE PROBLEM IS WE HAVE FOUGHT nation vs. nation
RATHER THAN BY THE RULES OF ONE WORLD
WHERE A CRIMINAL IS A CRIMINAL IS A CRIMINAL...
As it are times of peace

The storied times of peace that none have known yet

We all know that soldiers are needed on 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

KNOW I WOULD END WAR TODAY IF I COULD
I HAVE OTHER ORDERS

I will war to peace
For I have learned you know no other way
And the evil will respond to nothing less than revolution


Burn Baby Burn I will cry one day
My enthusiasm for the blood will come
My vengeance 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 WORLD to its 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?

You did what you did to me out of ignorance
I forgave you without malice

That shit ends today
Or you too my beloved spies
Will be dragged out into the court of public opinion
Where you know you will be stoned for your sins

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
He has placed a man who once a tortured prisoner of war himself at the head of the Republican Party
His very presence mocks guantanemo


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 schizophrenic 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


"I'm not bad.
I'm just misunderstood."

Poi dog pondering


When I was offered to run America
I said No
I told you that the separation of Church and State
Is the will of God...?

My Throne Is On High

You cannot tempt me with another
Do you not read your bibles...?
The prediction is all there
Buried


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
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 wondrous words that I will only speak face to face
No matter how gilded my cage
Chicago is a prison to me now
The corrections officers are all familiar faces
My girlfriend 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 seethe with anger
When I part from this city
You will mourn the lost opportunities to hear my words
From my lips


I told you when the entire world knows who I am
That we will scream my name


THE PRECIOUS TIME HAS ARRIVED

Scream out your penance
SPEAK IN TOUNGUES and shake and holler
Tell your children that the New Time Has Come

TELL MY NAME TO YOUR BOOKS, MOVIES AND MOUNTAINS
SONGS
EXPLAIN TO THEM THE CHRIST
HAS BEEN FORCED TO HIS KNEES
AND HE WISHES TO WALK

Praise God for the return of His Son
PRAY TO YOUR GOD

Do not pray to me

Pray To the God You Are Comfortable With
Ask Them How You Should Treat Me

He Listens
I Act

Blessed will be the humyn who walks beside this Lord
Cursed will be those who try to stop
My holy march around this world

I know that your superstitions 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
Given me a pen
And a sword

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 stadium
Filled with people I could take on mental journeys
Leading to the Father's Throne

There will be another twelve
I have only met three of you
And you are far from me now
I have been trying to gather you
They keep you away from me
You know who you are
They may not yet...

Stop at nothing to reach my side
The ethical circle will flow concentrically out from us


Today I have no food, no weed, no smokes, no internet, no cable, and no reliable sources of intelligence
Man has taken my drivers license
Ripped off my dick
Damned my love of men and women
Told me I am a perversion
HOW CAN THE SON OF GOD BE A PERVERSION?
No more than a bonobo chimp can be a perversion

Your pretensions to God Head
Leave you trapped between what you are and what you wish to be
Lynched by your reason
And buried by your logic

Would God Make Me A Perversion?

Think long and hard on that one
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
He takes no chances with the likes and dislikes of His Son

You have seen me outthink my enemy at every turn
Or have you?
You will

They have might I do not need
They know it

They would have killed any human who tried to lead the total war for total peace
The assassins were sent
And they roam out there still
God used men who surprised them to save me

See how clever His plan?
We offer our enemies a better alternative than warring against us
We do not defeat them and have our way...
My soldiers have always respected that I would do anything short of genocide to save their blood
They value the easy camaraderie of soldiers who have fought one another honorably
On another's orders
And now just wish to have friends to walk home with
Forty acres and their mule

Oh, you are still going to honor my pledges
To the suffering people for retribution
Or we will take restitution
I want those immigrants who live without violent crime
To be granted IMMUNITY from your unfair courts

THIS TIME THE SOLDIERS WILL BE RESPECTED
WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS
ENRAGED WARRIORS

YOU WILL GIVE US OUR PEACE
OR WE WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU

DRINK YOUR ROYAL BLOOD
AND PISS IT INTO THE GUTTER

I want the internally displaced in our country to be freed now
Those kept in ghettos
Locked away in our racism, nationalism... the petty likes and dislikes of fashion
The mad run for the cash register into which you have reduced this gorgeous life

FREE

NOW



NOW
LET YOUR MIND THINK OF YOUR OWN SOUL

THERE ARE FEW READY
TO STAND BEFORE ME
LET ALONE GOD


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

Sex is a couple glands going off
Why would I care?
Choose your partners with lust or love
Why would I care?

Go honestly and with welcome to another's bed
And you go with God

Stone no one for their sins...
Unless you are without sin

None are
Not even me

I have done all of the things man has
I have lied and distorted and deluded
Mostly I have been righteous...
Yet 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 righteous will leave this planet
Enlightened ones
Who will no longer need the cycle of reincarnation
To shape their souls

I found good and evil in every breast, in every land, in every religion

I love you you you
Though I will learn to hate some of 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 holocaust applies to cows and pigs and chickens
Your children's children will look at you like Nazi's deluded into a dark following

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


THE TIME HAS COME TO DO GOD'S WILL

Pray hard on this man
YOUR SOUL HANGS IN A DELICATE BALANCE


For
TODAY
THIS DAY YOU SEE
ALL AROUND YOU
AS YOU LOOK UP FROM MY WORDS
AT ALL YOU THOUGHT HAD MEANING

This very day....

I AM

ALIVE

FOR A FLEETING SECOND

FLESH AS YOU ARE FLESH




ALL PRAISE GOD ALMIGHTY

And all sin for his son
The scapegoat

The straw dog upon which the village places their sins each spring
And the wind blows away

Allowing once more for the fields to grow in innocence and grace


...best remember how a tornado can take that straw
And drive it into the side of the hardest oak
For the time has come for the vengeance of the straw dog
When he must turn on the people and tell them...
I am innocent.
You must account for your own sins now
For the wind knows your game
And I am the wind


I am His caress

And His sword...

The Blessed Time Has Come To Decide


Which you will beckon

From
Your

GOD

REORGANIZINHG MY BLOGS

I jublst came back on line full time after a year off doing a radio show and getting in trouble with the fascists. I am using this blog to put together a book that is well on its way toward done. In the interest of learning how a book is put together, I like to write mine completly on line. You will see me write the poetry, essay, and straight narrative that tell the first person story of a very confused man who finds out he started growing wings when he was five, and the after 45 years of living what he thought was an obscure, monkish life of an artist.,,,that the pope and the vatican think he is christ.

THis is an agnostic christ, who considers himself scientific. Nothing about the book is typical. I am certainly going to throw around some sacred cows, but I want the book to transcend mere criticism of religion, and add something to religion....

Judging from the various cults my writing has accidently started, you folks are enjoying my writing.... but please, I write a lot about revolution, and I do not mean burn shit down in america. I know there are places in this world where fire must be fought with fire, but you do not see the cops blowing up your houses or whatever. I encourage protesters to march as one with unionized cops.

A lot of the writing I do for the next few days will just be organizing. I have five sights, and I have kind of been putting everything everywhere. Now I want to be more point specific. One for comedy, one for poetry, one for new novel, one for a book I am publishing about my family (which will be for sale on lulu soon), and putting together a one hour a week video show with an improv group and the folk that I was doing fearless radio with. I am so glad that gig is over... it really does free me up to get a lot done.


This one is going to end up with most of the violent, johnny pain humor

the truth

what they will believe in one age
will change with the next
the flesh is ever filled with another

the writer all cynical and lost finds the truth
stares into it's cold dead eyes
they offer no cogent reason
to leave the dance of the drunken moment
and follow them
into their misery

still he knows
he will not be a defeated father
does not walk away
and leave truth
orphaned from mind
dyng ignoble
on the farside of the universes

he knows his
greif will be unblunted
even by the glory of resurrections

this time he is no socrates
slipping away smiling
content he has lived his rules
and will fight another day

no
this time he IS A GLADIATOR
STANDING
UNVANQuishable
in the arena
LIONS AT HIS SIDE

he raises his sword to the people in SALUTE
takes his bow and heads off to a party with his buds

human = enemy

HUMAN = DECIEVER
HUMAN = IGNOBLE PREDATOR
HUMAN = OVER-POPULATION
HUMAN = ENVIRONMENTAL DISASTERS
HUMAN = DESTROYER OF SPECIES
HUMAN = RAPE
HUMAN = MURDER
HUMAN = LOVE

my thinking is now isolated
from everyone on the planet
one against billions and billions
protect my intellectual boundaries with barbed wire
attack storms fire & lightening

No One tells me how to think
-- so many have been wrong
who gave me counsel
liars and thieves and politico's

The greatest minds of the past could not know the Now

No one has seen what is in my mind
this vision of the face of god

When I first emerged into your psyche
my love became pure grace

love without judgments
all countries as one planet
equal goodwill for russia and china and america

I tried to do what I thought was right for this world
followed the NEW INSPIRATION
given to me by the VISITOR that day on the beach
as my intellectual walls dissolved
back into a pure and innocent simpleton
who seemed to know more than me

Yes, I am HERE NOW

A voice erupted from one surprised man
A screaming visage filled me
demanded to be heard by the entire world

surprise surprise surprise
the world took note

Crowds filled the city
waited for me to leave my cave and take my throne

I knew they would sooner or later turn against me:
Revelations are always written in blood

an ancient voice rose up thru my flesh
began to spin a tale of coming to earth on light
to preach of the forgotten truths

a pathfinder sent out to lead his people home
thru universes and dimensions and unknowable
twists in the Over Reality
--- in which we are but a speck of dust
in the face of the sun

I wondered why the world cared
even as inside of me I knew but it seems so fucking crazy

I ignored the clues in my past
to the biggest mystery
the mystery that is now like watching
a movie filled with hints
that only make sense during the climax
& then seem so obvious

new years entry

This is the big one... you ready? We are going to take over the world this year. I expect to be king... though knowing you humans, you will probably fuck that up, too.

I have written about a fifty page statement about my philosophy, and setting straight the world on a lot of what I believe in. No one has the right to speak for me ever again.

I mean this. Some people knew what I was doing, like John Stewart and Colbert, but the rest of the world, and especially those who expect me to play in their idea of what the return of god is about, are going to be surprised.

I am going to need a long time to forgive everyone for what they have done to me. I have been fucked with in a way that quiet possibly is unique in the history of time... and then again, is exactly like what everyone else goes thru.... I explain the events of this winter in the upcoming essay... I am putting Waking Up Jesus, my new book, here... and yes, this is part of it... in a way. I do not know how I will edit all of this down, but for right now I think that the story is going to be poetry ensconsed in first and second person prose, and essay's...

I am not trying to destroy the world. I do not think that my ethics need to be shoved down anyones throat. This has happened enough.

Give the power to the women... the minorities... and the kids.

M. and I have somehow weathered the last year... Either she is a great little intelligence agent, or a woman of infinite patience (I believe in the later,but the former...). Oh, well.

I hope to be out of my prison here in chicago soon.

Look for an article on my show Peace and Pipedreams in High Times, and you can listen to me on Norml's show; go to their radio show at their station... though it is easier just to go to mine... you can find that at fearlessradio.com It is just a bunch of kidding around about drugs and the military and shit... but underneath, there is a very radical notion that everyone deserves respect, and their own way of doing things...

I am being rude now by writing this... Just KNOW, I will be on the air on New Years Day and hope some of you can call or im me at the show.

THE SLEEP

I do not miss being asleep
embedded in my fictional life
my head severed
bought and sold
passed around

the spaceman come to life
the wizard walking in the light of day
a specter who steps out of your bibles and declares
I Am

I imploded
my memories shifted
into a mish-mash of conspiracies
who would do this to another human being
I wondered?

HOW CAN PEOPLE I ONCE RESPECTED
GO ALONG WITH MY JAILERS?

My once friends seem more sinister now
my enemies almost demonic

still I prefer to be alive and knowing
and I will not leave YOU

The Truth About The Pretender

Hello folks.


Sorry I have been so far away from the blogs.... So much has happened in my life that I cannot begin to catch up here... not to mention, I am now in possession of more top secret data than I ever thought I would know.

As some of you know, this last winter I started a campaign called total war for total peace, which caught the imagination of a number of folks in Hollywood, music, politics... etc. There was an episode of south park, american dad, and various references in the simpsons and family guy and a lot of talk on the late night shows... like conan.

If you saw Shatner playing a pirate, and the whole pirate thing, pretty much... that was from me. I cannot begin to understand how this campaign gained the popularity it did... but in the end, there was me in my apartment preaching over the internet -- to a camera that was illegally in my apartment. I authorized NO ONE to bug me. This made me very pissed,but I decided to take advantage of the Bush administration deciding I was a criminal (or at least treating me like one, before they started slavishly listening to me on certain points -- yes, there would be no mid east peace talks without this campaign, nor would the dem's have as much money as they do.

A lot of people thought I was going to run for president. This is so far away from what I want to do with my life that it makes me laugh. The president needs to act like an ass kisser all of the time, and that is just not in my make up. No offense. I apreciate people who can control their tempers all the time and have no skeletons dancing in their closets... they are great, but for me... I am a wild child, and I refuse to create a personality to act in YOUR COURT OF IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS.

sunday, a preacher here in town was referring to some stuff that I said while my apartment was bugged. This PISSES ME OFF. I was acting... you idiots who took me too seriously fucked yourself. Just goes to show you what a house of cards your religions really are.

The pope came out and said he thought I was Jesus. The Dali Lama thought I was the god of mars. I have no idea how the pope knew about me... though the hints I have recieved since tell me they have been watching me since I was young. A lot of people knew about me, and suspected I was a supernatural deity long before I realized that I can create lightening and storms (long story for which I have no great explanations, other than that you should probably not get me too pissed unless you want to see the skies darken).

When I thought they killed my girlfriend, Chicago was flooded this summer. When I promised them storms and fire, greece and california and various other places in the country went up in flames, while the worst storms in memory, complete with unheard of tornados, hit the town. The art Institute paper called the storms THE HAND OF GOD storms.

I am pretty isolated here in town. Some of you know the simpsons movie refers to my campaign as well. Instead of Springfield, it is me in Chicago. THis month, they made sure my Social Securtiy Check did not come... they are worried about something happening this month... the planet mars comes thru between gemeni and the hunter on christmas... which is a good day for a rebel attack.

intro to book of poetry Waking Up Jesus

HI. THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION to a series of poems that I am going to be putting up today. They tell the story of a guy who is visited by an angel one otherwise uneventful day in Chicago... and told he is the Christ... They tell a story.... The ones I am putting up today take place after he has announced himself over the internet, and conjoured a miracle before the world....

At present, he is in Chicago under heavy guard, living his same same old poor artist life after refusing various attempts to bribe him into working with the factions competing for their place in our tangled webs of governments and spies and armies and revolutionaries and fools...

Today, he is sending out poems to the anxious residents of earth -- sinners all, of course, and thus a bit worried about meeting their maker (something most of them expected to have to deal with when they were dead, if at all). He tries to always be forgiven, but he was created to REBUKE first... and sometimes, being a rebel through and through to his quivering, not-so- innocent core, he just can't help himself.

So, have fun. enjoy it... leave msg's... I do love hearing from you all.


Scott out.



CRIES OF THE CHRIST


lynched in red tape
trapped under heavy fire
in a muddy trench

my laugheter seems a long time ago
beard rapidly graying
spirit hardened by battle and visions
of wars to come

I limp into the fray bleeding from a thorny crown

dripping from the wounds of nails and a spear

the secret/secret blonde haired boy
44 years undercover
reavealed as the most
expected/unexpected
figure in human history

i want to answer the offered prays
retire into a circle of gratious friends
NOT MY FATE
I was born to fight the rebel's fight
Who gets what they want?
Who even really knows what it is?

Glimpses of future we must avoid
seem to run out everywhere before me

I AM PROGRAMMED TO WIN AT ANY COST
a relentless machine that will not stop
Armaggedon in the flesh

injustice will always rile me to lightening and fire
I DO NOT BACK DOWN

I regroup
assess strengths and weaknessess
and study the latest fires and floods


the wellspring of spirit feels
like it is going to explode out through my flesh

see my skin hardened by the inner heat
cracking and breaking off
as white light bursts from me

I AM AN EXPLODING STAR
listing the costume of cover
I have used all these embyrionic years
the lies of god and man have kept me hidden
from evem myself

Now I Know.
MY FATE IS WRITTEN IN THE HEAVENS!!!
Not in your mind/not in your bullets/not in your words.... only mine.

THE DEATH OF THE EMPORER: jesus speaks 2

every molecule of this planet
belongs to humanity living and unborn

not a visiting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor brought in
to clean up your mess

I am too prone toward
running off to the next battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons

biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
Socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamb
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB

nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors

THE DEATH OF THE EMPORER: jesus speaks 2

every molecule of this planet
belongs to humanity living and unborn

not a visting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor broughT in
to clean up your mess

I am too prone toward
running off to the bext battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons

biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamn
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB

nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors

only a man would want to be jesus; jes.speaks. 5

the fiery spells that burn their way out
from my insides
only seem to hurt you more than me

the little words I throw at you...
they are nothing! Nothing!
compared to what I will do

Your false judgements of self and others
have made your gods invisible

a cryptic phantom steps out from your dreams and visions and says,
"Well, actually... yes, I do exist."

You don't know what to do
with the long haired stoner
who made his imaginary army real

"I am not what you expected... I simply am,"
I tell you...

Now that my voice has been heard
all over your puny planet

you want me to deny who I am

I sit back in my well trained mind
and think, "It's deja vu all over again."

I asked my enemies to come walk
together on the shore...

they took this for some blanket forgiveness
of their sins... brought gold and strippers to seal the deal
When I told them I cannot be bought
they lined the road with crucifixes
until they understood I will be stronger
in death than in life
the words I write their future
whether my flesh is here or on high

Ask yourself why you will only accept
a god painted in your own image
and you will begin to see your selfishness as I do

Ask yourself what you can't live without
and know your godling owns nothing more
that the wrinkled clothes on his back
and a grey cat

My life is an act for the eyes of my Father!!!!
Not you!!!


I gave up on pleasing mankind a long time ago
getting crucified teaches you about living
for how you look in the eyes of others

Last Time I died a bloody, writhing vision
screaming for help into an empty sky
Not this time...

no, not this time...

2007 years later I have
returned to find Rome's soldiers
still sleeping in their beds
content they killed off the troublesome jew
Now
I raise my sword over their slumbering selves
surprise even me with how bloody this indiana boy is becoming
as my sword falls again and again


Now You Will See
How The Mighty Fall

before this wizard king...
how the skies blacken and lightening and fire
come at my command
You will see...
You will see...
and then
you will wish for miracles no more...

I WALK THRU A CRACK IN YOUR LOGIC

an unwelcome guest at the party
win some over with a few jokes

spies approach from the shadows
I hide nothing
that has not been hidden from me
security comes bursting in
whisks me into a dark room
drug me down
when I say I work for the good of all
no one believes me
not even ...
I think I know what's in my head
hearts keeps secrets from me

They great they want me to hate
as they hate
love as they love
live a life of silent prayer
kneeling on the graves of urges quelled
While our ministers
chant a litany of misery
that they can't believe isn't waking up
their work-harried watchers

I let them do as they will to this broken flesh
noting what they want me to forget most of all
biding my awful time
until our hands are on their throats
their mouths muzzled
their flesh strapped down
drugged out
screaming for a vendetta
that ain't never gonna come

Easier to forgive and live and let live
place your faith in the Judgment of Gods
turn back to your garden of thorns

THE ANTS On THE SIDEWALK THREATEN ME WITH DEATH

i laugh at their minute view
of what is happening here
tell them, "Bring It On... I'll come back stronger
meaner... convinced of the need to kill."

Martyr me... see if God Cares?
I want what is good for my cause
this son always loses everything
except his mournful calling

I go out on point in a clown outfit
play the wounded fool
laughing under my tears
as my enemies walk into trap after trap
I say a few silent cheers
to my armies...
UNDERSTAND neo-cons:
WE ARE DISMANTLING
YOUR MANIACAL VIEW
OF THE FUTURE...


we will come together on common ground

whether that will be a cometary
or a negotiations table is up to the wind...

I will make you suffer or welcome redemption
by a holy sword on high that can knight or behead your very soul
I have humbled myself before the world
NOW
I WILL
HUMBLE THE WORLD!!!

I CAN'T DECIDE....

how to leave my cave
how to get past the soldiers
& the poverty
& the pain
without leaving collateral damage
in every nation

I wrote 'come to me'
they flooded the roads
leading into Chicago

I wrote 'ducks too long here
from the warming'
& the planes disappeared from the sky

I wrote 'forgive everyone'
& they mistook me for King Solomon
telling them to cut their children in half
& draw their made-up maps on their souls

I wrote 'throw off your slave names'
stand up queens and Kings
& they took their arms
to war to win more land

I wrote 'kill off your hatred's'
arm yourself in body and spirit
against your oppressors
& they attacked only the hatreds of others

I wrote 'send me word from your leaders'
& they sent me the lies of lobbiests
spies & money mongering fools

Now
IN THIS TIME
OF HORRIBLE JUDGMENT
I LAUGH NO MORE

I AM HERE NOW!!!
NOW!!!

I AM FULLY AWAKE!!!
MY ENEMIES ARE ALREADY DEAD
IN MY EYES
THEIR SOUL'S TOO HELL BOUND
for me to much more than wave goodbye
wipe off my tears
& angrily march on
striving without hope
to give birth to this child of peace
She alone can hand me mt discharge papers
She alone can lead this angry god
back to tend his gentle flock

Inside my enemies I can see
the redeemers
trapped by their hatreds
hear the whispers of wise words
they once knew
'''drowned out now
by their whining screams
I( can see the golden souls withing them
covered in rancid bullshit

free will is an illusion of time and hanit
man is serving unjust laws
false gods
and unholy icons
too often to even notice

unseen free radicals bounce off our faces
etching the lines
our loved ones will try to read
through the make up covering our corpses
how much better if they could
read an honest memoir
uncensored/without the secrets
hidden by the hero stories
& polite funeral conversation

we want our lives to be a straight
line from birth to heaven
some road we can tear up eden and build
drive over in our SUV's
surrounded by our own private arttmies

God sees you traveling in circles
trampling over the same old ground
until the foliage is crushed under foor
and even a single blade of grass
on a distant hill
is more green
than your clear-cut forests

Now...
you come to me and asn me to save you?

MY FATHER'S WRATH
IS HIS BUSINESS
not mine...
I am here only for the soldiers
who listen to the meek
for the lambs who follow the peaceful

though my prayers aare for all
I am merely the night janitor
called in to clean up your mess
believe what you want
you will meet your maker
in joy or agony
in life or death

I am merely an open gate
it is up to you whether you wish
to enter my house
or run away

mass stands up

shakes off the fear of waking
tries to remember to breath
feels the electric crackling
of a lightening bolt of truth
winds of change a tornado now
blowing off the false persona's
exposing their squalid little lies
their 'pretend selves'
the 'brand' the struggle to Press Up to...

time to send them home
to their gardens and churches
force them to stop playing
soldier's with our lives
stealing money from our veterans
beating down the unions
spending our money jailing our kids
instead of educating them...

time to show them we are not lap dogs
placed on this earth to warm their crotches
and amuse their children

alein

buried under the iron and gold crosses
a babe stirs
his plaintiff cry is heard
all over the planet

they dig me out and sit me in the sun
begin asking, "Are you the one?"

for 44 years I hold my tongue
I don't even know they are still listening
waiting for an answer
think I am alone as I whisper
"Yes."

They come at me from every wall
rich men who think they are wise
criminals who think my forgiveness
is enough to ease
the judgments of the father



I yell in their smug faces

"WHAT YOU DO TO THE LEAST OF US
YOU DO TO ME!!
WHAT YOU DO TO YOU8R ENEMIES
YOU DO TO ME!!!
WHEN YOU HATE THE GAYS BLACKS JEWS
MUSLIMS...
YOU HATE ME."

the threatened me with death

i laughed at their minute view
of what is happening here

they have drugged me
beat me until I lashed out and locked me up
keep a jail cell hanging over my head


told me they would kill me if I sue
sent over an agent to frame me for murder
used two fbi stings to try to get me for needles and smoking weed
sent a cop down to the beach to show me instruments of torture

i take heart knowing my chroniclers record
their every mistep

still wonder why the hell anyone
would act like I am a terrorist
misused, misguided and abused
they think me....

I am nothing if not full of surprises

attacked by the flies listening on the walls
they want another coherced confession
in their court of impossible stasndards

this time they ain't gonna get a talking corpse
for CNN's patriotic puppet shows..
oh, no... this time they will kneeel
before the future and ask for forgiveness!!!

strange days

In the last few months, my writing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.

I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.

I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELlOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down into the lake.

It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.

In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native American heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///

I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.

strange days

In the last few months, my writiing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.

I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.

I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstiition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELOOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down intot the lake.

It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.

In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native american heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///

I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.

your enemy has loved ones... that bullet kills more than them

THEY HAVE LOVED ONES
I WILL DO ANYTHING TO SAVE MY ENEMIES LIFE EXCEPT GIVE UP MY OWN, OR LET THEM IN ANY WAY MESS WITH PEACE.



Currently Listening
Imagine
By John Lennon

q101 is stealing stuff from on here

q101 is stealing stuff from on here


yes, our bits have shown up over there. COOL. THANK YOU WHOEVER DID THIS...

Peace says that we are going to hold onto the skits put up during our writers meeting, because the ideas are IN DEVELOPMENT. We want to make them better


now, we want to show you these writers meetings in everyway, so i have to ask a small favor of you --- if i write that an idea is in development, please do not HONOR ME AND PEACE by using them.

BIG LOVE TO Q101. Thank you.

NO MORE DROPPING MY NAME

NO MORE DROPPING MY NAME



be humble

be anonymous


finally i can quit talking about myself again

YOUR TURN
in 4 months


m says that whenever i mention the show
or the king thing
that she becomes so embarrassed
that she wishes the earth would open up and swallow her

sorry.... i hope you know this is a resume, not bragging... I do not know how to discuss this without coming off bragging.

Sorry folks. I no more asked for this than you knew you would be a SOLUTIONARY this week.

fbi says someone is stealing buses

16/03/07
11:37 AM

sporadic violence



"We're going to die here." I am surprised that I sound amused.

"Yeah, maybe." Mango doesn't let on whether he cares or not.

"Fuck, maybe." I hold the pistol at my side like a gun slinger...

I can hear them getting in the car behind us, starting up the truck and leaving. . . I give my soldiers and my loved ones a running start.... I'm surprised by how calm I feel. I hear them inside yelling, cursing, figuring out what we've done...

Mango's shotgun explodes off to my right.

I can feel the projectory of the bullet from my gun into the man who steps into the doorway... the barrel of his uzi spews flames that leap into my mind as blackness devours the world.





Get that whole NO ONE WINS PART OF THIS???
Or the ready to die part????

I HEARD THE FBI IS WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE STEALING BUSES????

THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE BUSES BY NOW. SHUT DOWN THE SCHOOLS AND TAKE THE BUSES IF peace PEACE peace PEACE... THE PEACE IN YOUR HEAD SAYS YES... THAT MEANS HUMANS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN BUSES...

ALL WE SHOULD NEED ARE LAP TOPS.
But what do I know? How to write and live... the experts need to take over on this, and keep the peace... as long as the gangsta generals agree.

I leave them in charge and do not talk to them. My soldiers are all equal to me; we just specialize in different shit. Me, I walk the path of Dan Stern. I am ghandi with an uzi in is diaper...


I will do anything to save my enemies life except give up mine. . . or stop, in any way, this CRUSADE OF PAIN.

A CALL TO ARMS

the elves attic


BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!

BLOOD
IS
BEING SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!

this WORLD is at WAR!

WE MUST NOT FORGET!!!

NOT FOR 1
GORGEOUS SECOND!!


I AM IN CHRONIC PAIN, starving, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out doing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!

FORCE THE POLITICIANS
TO FORGIVE THE WARRIORS

THEY GO HOME
NOW


Semper Fidelis!!

.
i WAS FUNNY
. . . too much blood in my eyes NOW.

"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!

NEED A COMMANDMENT?
DO NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE ACTING SUPERIOR.

I AM NOT CHURCH. PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.

"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

=====================


The GANGSTA GENERAL X is right outside of your window looking at you thru his scope. He will rain hellfire in your quiet neighborhoods... we'll laugh. You drew first blood... it would be justice. You better ask for his forgiveness while he still will allow it.

===
WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.

R U
====
Mother,
things just got weird.
---

ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through twelve years of school in mil. intelli., writ . . taxi for fifteen years and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.


I AM PAX ROMANO.


merlin cut himself in specks
and fed himself to u

he is now inside you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG

a blood soaked arthur
is rising

there are many ways
to die

and

only ONE

TO LIVE

forgive


****





THIS PLAN: extensive and wild and wide... infamous BUDS are along for this ride.

Rip the word out of the hands of the elite and humbly give THE HOLE-I-NESS back to the weakest, sickest, smallest child in the village...they alone can lead us out of this forest of lies. Let them all have laptops!


SOME
CHEERLEADER
will be FORCED to lead

Why not an over-educated athiest with the genes of generals and crusaders and monks... a battling mother and a kindly father vet... a TRIUMPHANT street fighter with the night's brand of wild . . . who is earning the loyalty of their soldiers... who snuck into their arsenal and stocked up on nukes?

I'm a salesman smiling all friendly
order taker and hand shaker
a rep from creation.


Are you hungry enough to eat me? Please steal my stuff.

I am 20 some years of serious writing, university with the best in the world... tv, magazines, newspapers, little films, paintings, hundreds of short stories, LOT OF NOVELLAs, novels... and I AM JUST GETTTING STARTED.

STEAL MY WORK. The words have some need of their own and I can no more claim them than take credit for the shape of my left gonad. And yes warren da ape, I know I did once try to take credit for the shape of said gonad and that you have a video but that ain't worth 80 bucks to me.

We are a history of this transition,
THE CRUSADE OF PAIN, a memoir of a novelist getting a call to make radio shows and movies and stuff.... then getting HUMBLED by an awesome sucker punch from a creature of Savage Grace; true story in the tradition of hunter s thompson, mark twain,thomas PAIN and that guy who used to always protect his nerdy friends.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. put your uniform back on, Man, and March -- this time the end will be peace, not Dresdan.

general Matthew Ridgway GREAT Man ANd Spirit Warrior -- WE CLAIM YOUR SOUL FOR OUR TRIBE!

write it on the walls:

OBAMA FORGIVE OSAMA
LET ALL THE WARRIORS GO HOME.

PEACE is breaking out all over hell.

Want to see the coolest puppet master this side of god????????????????


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg_the_Bunny
"Scatchamagowza! It's My OFFICIAL MySpace Page!!"
Greg the Bunny - Best of the Film Parodies
my favorite show ever.

Hunter S. Thompson said:

"Weed is like cigarettes. You smoke it all day, every day."

Not that I am ever going to cop to that.

NO SHIT. I am filling my rolodex with people who will help us all.

There IS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS room for YOU YOU YOU in this tribe...


THANK YOU FOR OVER 700,000... i AM humbled.

This is the major supossitory for the writings of John Scott Ridgway, a published and produced writer of short stories and TV sketch comedy,and novels. Toot.... toot, toot, toot... dog, don't you hate the sound of horns

nepotism is necrophylia...

todd stroger, you watching where you put that dick?

You can reprint anything of mine, steal it, whatever...

I AM a slap stick serial killer; Gilford Tuttle, a con-man-preacher-gay-meth addicted-pigmilk pusher; Skeeter- meth-mouth of Rabby's Trailer Park Emporium; scribe o the adventures of Our God Ralph.


Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for . . . a revolution. You read the chilling might of the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun and head out into the fields... inspired to a free you have dreamt of... lusting to war off the oppressors and KNOW . . .AT LAST... THAT your children live IN A FREE LAND.

THOSE WISHING TO SURVIVE
BETTER LAY
DOWN THEIR GUNS
AND FORGIVE

so we can afford to forgive you




The animals and children have only YOU to be NOAH.

THE ORDER HAS COME DOWN!!!

Time GONZO UP the WORLD IN YOU!!

I write for PEACE AND HER PIPE DREAMS

TU AND THU
7pm on the net
fearless radio

iraq wedding.... go to the elves attic for picture

WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
ENRAGED WARRIORS
STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME
AND BANG OUR DRUMS AND SCREAM OUR GUITARS
UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN
LAND AND RESPECT...
THE GOLD OF THE CHURCHES
we cannot forgive you for molesting our children
while we fought your wars


JESUS TOLD me
HE WANTS you TO MELT THOSE FUCKING
CRUCIFIXES AND FEED THE POOR!!@!
WHAT THE HELL EVER MADE you THINK
HE WANTS TO SEE THE PLACE
OF HIS PAIN
hanging in his house


this time ....
our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!!
THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF...
THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.

OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.


WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT
UNTIL you DAMNED politicians MEET OUR TERMS...

WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO...
A LOT OF US WANT TO...
we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on....
we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too....
dying taking you down
beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.

WE'D PREFER TO PARTY AND GET LAID

WOULDN'T you


NOW
you KNOW HOW

TO LET US

let you.








thank yoU DEAD COUNTRY... one of the most important, unforgivingly intellectual sites on the net. Written by a man with an open mind and a warm heart. One of my few blog readers who has actuallty stopped by for a stoke. This picture from his site should create a million poems... we will put every damned one ON FEARLESS RADIO AND 10 MILLION PEOPLE A MONTH (FOR NOW) WILL SEE THEM... POETS, COME ON.... DIP YOUR PENS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WARRIORS.... WRITE FOR THEM NOW.

merlin cut himself in specks and fed himself to u

the blood splattered general
is rising on merlin's spirit

find the wizard
he is within you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE

PRAY TO HIS VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG

ENOUGH...

FOR A TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE


where there are many ways

to die
and

only ONE
TO LIVE

forgive

this wheel might need some blood to roll

I pray to the savage stirrings

i will not have to shed blood with my hand

or my pen


though

I swear

on the sacred books of my fathers
I will not remain bloodless
in the face of defeat....

NEVER AGAIN.

pesent first page of the elves attic.. a call to arms. and toes.

the elves attic


BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!

BLOOD
IS
BEING SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!

YOUR WORLD is AT WAR!

DON'T FORGET

NOT FOR ONE horrifying/GORGEOUS FUCKING SECOND!!

.





I AM CHRONIC PAIN, STARVING, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out DOing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!

OR FORGIVE U


WE shut down thIS WHOLE DAMNED world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home.


Semper Fidelis!!

OUR GANSTA GENERAL'S words are bullets and he is right outside of your window adjusting his scope.



This site is DEDICATED TO ALL SOLDIERS DEAD OR ALIVE.
.
i WAS FUNNY
. . . too much blood in my eyes NOW.



"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!

"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

our anthem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnY8p0OOOzE

WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.

Y aren't U?

cut and paste for the best dick in hollywood!

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=16197264&blogID=227276244&MyToken=aaa26454-9233-444b-8a76-8c1c87759c8f

I'm a salesman smiling all friendly
order taker and hand shaker
a rep from creation.

Mother,
things just got weird.

ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through twelve years of school in mil. intelli., writ . . taxi for fifteen years and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.

I AM PAX ROMANO.

THIS PLAN: extensive and wild and wide... infamous BUDS are along for this ride, and they will show up here and there.

Help rip the word out of the hands of the elite and humbly give IT'S HOLYNESS back to the weakest, sickest, smallest child in the village...they alone can lead us out of this forest of lies. Let them all have laptops!

Are you hungry enough to eat me? steal my stuff.

I am 20 some years of serious writing, university with the best in the world... tv, magazines, newspapers, little films, paintings, hundreds of short stories, LOT OF NOVELLAs, novels... and I AM JUST GETTTING STARTED.

The words have some need of their own and I can no more claim them than take credit for the shape of my left gonad. And yes warren da ape, I know I did once try to take credit for the shape of said gonad and that you have a video but that ain't worth 80 bucks to me.

We are a history of this transition,
THE CRUSADE OF PAIN, a memoir of a novelist getting a call to make radio shows and movies and stuff.... then getting HUMBLED by an awesome sucker punch from a creature of Savage Grace; true story in the tradition of hunter s thompson, mark twain,thomas PAIN and that guy who used to always protect his nerdy friends.

THANK YOU SOLDIERS who have written to say they are inspired to the path by these words. Among all the dreams that have come true for me recently, this is the most important somehow. You are not forgotten. We are hurting from your PAIN.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. put your uniform back on, Man, and March -- this time the end will be peace, not Dresdan.

general Matthew Ridgway GREAT Man ANd Spirit Warrior -- WE CLAIM YOUR SOUL FOR OUR TRIBE!

write it on the walls:

OBAMA FORGIVE OSAMA
LET ALL THE WARRIORS GO HOME.

PEACE is breaking out all over hell.

If you can't laugh at yourself, turn your ass around right now and click off.
Just click off!!!

Want to see the coolest puppet master this side of god????????????????


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg_the_Bunny
"Scatchamagowza! It's My OFFICIAL MySpace Page!!"
Greg the Bunny - Best of the Film Parodies
my favorite show ever.

Hunter S. Thompson said:

"Weed is like cigarettes. You smoke it all day, every day."

Not that I am ever going to cop to that.

I can help you get published, start your own blog, make a little movie, cartoons, etc, or whatever.... I am your instrument, so play me, baby... NO SHIT. I am filling my rolodex with people who will help us all.

There IS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS room for YOU YOU YOU in this tribe...


THANK YOU FOR OVER 700,000... i AM humbled.

This is the major supossitory for the writings of John Scott Ridgway, a published and produced writer of short stories and TV sketch comedy,and novels. Toot.... toot, toot, toot... dog, don't you hate the sound of horns

nepotism is necrophylia...

todd stroger, you watching where you put that dick?

You can reprint anything of mine, steal it, whatever...

I AM a slap stick serial killer; Gilford Tuttle, a con-man-preacher-gay-meth addicted-pigmilk pusher; Skeeter- meth-mouth of Rabby's Trailer Park Emporium; scribe o the adventures of Our God Ralph.


Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for . . . a revolution. You read the chilling might of the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun and head out into the fields... inspired to a free you have dreamt of... lusting to war off the oppressors and KNOW, ONCE AND FOR ALL, that your children wil live in a truly free land!

THOSE WISHING TO SURVIVE
BETTER LAY
DOWN THEIR GUNS
AND FORGIVE

so we can afford to forgive you




The animals and children have only YOU to be NOAH.

THE ORDER HAS COME DOWN!!!

Time GONZO UP a WORLD worthy of the best of us!!!!

I write for PEACE AND PIPE DREAMS

TU AND THU
7pm on the net
fearless rad

david micahel gilbert....

best friend I EVER HAD... BEST FRIEND I EVER WILL...
David Michael Gilbert killed himself at sixteen because you made his LIFE A BITTER HELL BECAUSE HE HAD tourette's syndrome... you called him snakeman and drove him out of school... only his church stood by him AND THEY WERE NOT ENOUGH.... bittter tears, man... STILL, I will take my hands reluctantly from your throat... if i can do that, you better be able to forgive... or we are gonna have a problem.

BIG FUCKING PROBLEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this was his favorite song... he wanted to go there and live... maybe he did. ... I doubt it... you evil fucks. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dnIxbi7TwQ



i claim his soul for my army... though it was always there, I am afraid I forgot how to notice... sorry, Da

DR DAN STERN

here is a name you should know... (AND SOME OF YOU DO ALL TOO WELL), he single handedly kept the military intelligence program going at NIU. The FBI considers him a dangerous man... at least the ones who are not calling him all the time and giving him information. He introduced me to spies.
He was considered the jewish black panther. Knew all those GOds you shot down on the west side. They died for your sins... you did not help them, then the FBI inserted terrible images in their coloring books, and other black psy-op shit. They pushed guns on them, busted them for them... the BLACK PANTHERS HAD TO GO TO WAR TO TRY TO SURVIVE... THEY DIDN'T


BECAUSE WE WERE NOT READY.

WE ARE NOW.

There.

Go Ahead and get worried ....

these are the words of a marine a general a prophet

THESE ARE THE WORDS OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE POETS GOING... HE DOES SHOWS WITH MUSIC BEHIND HIM WHILE HE THROWS OUT THESE WORDS...


HE IS A BLACK PANTHER CROUCHED IN THE SHADOWS READY TO POUNCE.... AND HE IS A MARINE... A BROTHER.... A GENERAL.

His identity is too important for me to advertise. You will meet him on the show... and the websites... here are his hardcore, straight off the top of that gorgeous head... '


THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BACK MAN. I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT.







remember duder i see shit from the other side, so truly i appreciate it.




you're on some gangsta shit, this is what gangsta do, but this is better because you won't have me doing drive bys on movie exec...and if you did you know i'm a good shot!














yesterday i was on the train and the strong pungent smell of rank ass and pussy filled my nostrils.
and i thought "the message was given and they still steady pushing" beat street in hood games of furious three out of five.
and yet as foul as this smell was, permeating my senses and saturating my taste buds. it hit me how beautiful and crippling funny all this is, every aspect of life. the struggle, the pleasure, the joy, the pain. our ability to drown ourselves in pity and bake the walls of our hearts with the heat of denial casting hollow walls of invulnerability. or trust with love as our foundation even when it has proven to hurt in ways we choose not to see for hope that there are people worthy of such a gift.
rank smell of ass and pussy, smeared images of iconic imagery dreamy visuals fractal spirals mathematically sound to deaf ears. the train rattles on gasping screeching crawling like some dying catepillar inching along iron rails man made lightening and crowded passegers in its belly but never becoming a butterfly
mechanical drowsiness of a paranoid android infused with the smell of the homeless the smell of body fluids exchanged for dollars high end perfume and the last remaining smells of ganga on my clothes.
easing me into the heady smell and its induced recognizance.
i am dying, we are dying and there is nothing we can do about that. and it makes me smile, the finality of our over inflated egos and sense of self over those who suffer right next to us. over the slow death of this planet we extol technological advancements that strangle us with convenience. further separating us from our humanimality, from our struggle to survive as defined by environment of planet rather than the evironment of concrete bee hives drones coming and going 9 to 5 o'clock high shadows loom in the not so distant future as it barrels towards us one second at a time.
rank ass and pussy the smell of my city flash gave the messgae and they still trying to push me but i'm in love with the city for faults and unseen beauty




getting closer to the edge wanting to lose my head in mushrooms coke and herb magical potions of a inner city saddhu munching on the rotting corpse of babies, the fallen, their hopes and utopian dreams....









stream shit collected in inverted skulls....




from 2012 to 2013 i found an obscene visage of conspiring aristocrats conjuring a mirage of democracy constitutional tablets of destiny narcotics of freedom peddled world wide in stride with the thunder of 16 hooves where rides war famine pestillence and death from fascism to corporatism single cell organism to reptillian simian religous fundamentalism inner city projects balanced as black history unfolds as constellations sweep from existence within the sentence of immaculate dissolution spinning akashic records mixing karmic cycles of subjective and objective views good and evil are in the eyes of the beholder calling me man is a pejorative this is the paradoxically authoritative in pace with whats peaking anger ignorance and destructive poverty watch as america turns the earth into one big city strip mall where hope has been released from pandoras box changing into desparation revolution the hottest shit on the blocks since crack rocks or canker sored whores sucking cock just for a little taste of instant gratification mans sexual declarations of waste crushing rappers into soylent green paste sun moon allah got a harem full of chaste earths mental bellies full as i fat her with ideas like suns that are grateful for the struggle of vengance in this new age of apocalypse and death war machine engines life release/ through anxiety and beats/ confused reptile monkey/ fell out the tree of life/ cause god tried to lynch me/ pegged for sacrifice on cross roads of contradiction/ redemption as a saviour for humans with bad behavior/ in competition for goods and services rendered/ in civil disobedience suspension of compassion/ people are forced to starve/ and i see no point in diving into hell/ i have the eyes of a ape but my name is ishmael/ its like i'm a ghost in the hollow tip shell/ of a failing male in bio mechanical space jump suit/ ironically enough the root to human diversity and creation/ so moot/ accepted as a selling technique neglected on the oblique/reaching our spot/ as dark blotches on the sun/ making magnetism knot/ take a look 9 abstract ink blots/ break neck speed when earth gets too hot/ i walk off like lot/ nevering looking back to x and y greed pressure point blood clots/ pa daraucous no needs outta bounds on z axis/ time bandits on tracks/ stole gods secrets made them obsolete/ when i walked on water in titanium concrete boots/ and turned water to energon how could you compete/ when me daeth and life is love triangle cahoots/ why you think my friends call me kete/, keter darker/ a promethean heater/ ascended high master/ giving my fire as gifts/ the healer from the kingdom to the bottom/ ask me questions when i drink rum invoking ghedes spirit/ and he comes from the cross roads bringing exposed bones/ through these days as a mystery victory/ when all points meet/ a soft spoken drunk and grisly/ in the drivers seat scraggly beard/ arrogant crash test dummy/ they said nothing move but the money/ but this is like a prophecy/ sun moon currents in my memory/ drowning happily in rivers of jade and mercury/ time traveler gone till november/ on a persian carpet an arabian knight telling a story thick as forty thieves/ turn into a breeze when i have to leave and have conversations with ancient winds/ and then my consciousness descends into the flow of 7 seas/ on missions to see more weed than aquaman/ getting head from mermaids cobra dreads in braids/ a swampthing from everglades get licked with switch blades /or i'll fry you with gamma rays/ and serve your entrails on silver trays/ its the last days and the weak and the foolsih have dominion with nonsense opinions/ sun moon sun moon ......with real ease we give legacy viral disease say cheese picture perfect in national geographic discomfort secret governments and aryan societies 33rd degrees ice age below zero tendencies of punctual disruption in time to the death grimace of children starving due to iraqis insurrgently minded so called freedom fighters enslaving the populace to inciters unrestrained pledging democratic suffering more drama than sophocles and with hercules forearms i sit like the thinker and ponder if i should tinker with that button and blinker they said it was the basin plug to black holes pull'em just to see whats down the drain green skin vril dox brain pulsates particle lightwaves and purple hued sound waves crushing erosion to preconceived notions my will swims in primordial oceans whats the signal jihad music and massacre stab the sun with mkraan blades and scar that bastard blemished perfectly no cause for alarm thats not a gun barrel on my arm its just my heart shaped good luck charm against starscream to disarm his jealousy i put rhymes together like dick and pussy while you lousy cock vomit emcee's wish to be me creativly innovative in a failing aristocrisy

MESSAGE FROM OVERLORD STEWIE!!!

Your request to become my eternal slave in order to be spared your inevitable doom has been received. I must warn you that I am not often inclined to grant such requests. However, your pathetic plea for mercy has amused me. For now, I will allow you to divert your inferior mind with the multitude of clever things my minions have posted at FamilyGuy.com.

You must click here to complete your indoctrination.

Your Implacable Overlord,
Stewart G. Griffin, and his mindless drones at FamilyGuy.com

FAMILY GUY IS WITH US... THANK YOU SETH!!!

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YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PILLAR IN THIS HOUSE.



LAST NIGHT ON THEIR NEW EPISODE


THEY SHOWED HOW a HORNY PARTIER LIKE YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FIND THE EPISODE AND WATCH THE NEW BIBLE ROLLING OUT BEFORE YOUR EYES...

LET YOUR PAIN BREAK INTO A MILLION PEICES OF YOURSELF... FLITTING OFF ON THE WIND LAUGHING


GOD WANTS YOU TO LAUGH
NOT CRY



Last night we saw clinton poke some man hole, like in the poem I published on Andy Dick's site... They also flashed those statistics about how HE LOWERED DEBT.... HAD THE COUNTRY GOING A WAY THAT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF THEM...

THEY STOLE THE NEXT TWO ELECTIONS. CLINTON IS A GREAT MAN. HIS WIFE IS A GREAT WOMAN. SO ARE YOU...

AND IT WAS THE FUCKING FUNNIEST EPISODE EVER!!!!!


they even smoked weed ON THE SHOW -- CLINTON ---without turning all stupid and a menace.

THANK YOU FOR SURFING ALONG, BUDS...

YOU WARM MY HEART AND OPEN MY MIND.

IN THIS OUR NEUROTIC NIGHT

U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY
-- get a life you are proud of

BE A REBEL

REBEL NOW!!!!!

get a case of Niqul
a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
you have a force to be reckoned with

or

you could

just send some emails

MAKE A COUPLE CALLS

listen to peace and pipedreams and pain

so many animals gone baby gone...

so many animals gone baby gone...




because you watch too much tv
and attend no protests

because you are more interested in sports
like during the ROman times
when they used sports to STOP REBELLIONS

think about that when you spend a hundred bucks on a ticket
that could have saved five lives
THINK ABOUT WHAT WINS
WHEN YOU IGNORE THE WAR
THE STARVATION
THE SLAVERY



THEY GREAT THEY made
US HATE THE HIPPIES...
because
TO THE RIGHT
THEY WERE BLOOD ENEMIES...
AND
THE LEFT
BECAUSE THEY FAILED

we have only elected clinton

THEN WE LET THEM
stop universal healthcare
WITHOUT PROTESTING
TO HELP THE PRESIDENT

LEAVING THE POOR DYING
FROM A LACK
breast cancer screenings, ETCETERA

Then we let theM
STEAL TWO ELECTIONS
without a REVOLT!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY KNOW YOU WILL REVOLT
THEY STOP THE SHIT
TOO SIMPLE FOR YOU??

YOUR APATHY KILLS the POOR

in this our neurotic night
U TAKE LITTLE PRIDE IN YOUR LIFE
AND WONDER WHY????????????
THE ANSWER IS TOO SIMPLE FOR TOO MANY

-- get a life you are proud of

BE A REBEL

REBEL NOW!!!!!

get a case of Niqul
a dozen bums and 13 semi trucks
you have a force to be reckoned with

or you could just get on your computer
and send some damn emails.

ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

HAVE YOU DECIDED ALREADY THAT this crazy guy on the shores of lake michigan is going to end his book on a cynical note of derison toward the entire reading public, as he sneeringly retires into writing ad copy for the gap and attending all the scientology meetings he can beg, borrow or steal? Sounds so funny to me that I quite possibly would... just thinking about it has brought me my most honest laugh in weeks...ah, were I not under orders.

If I were you, I'd stick around . . . there are still miraculeous things to be revealed in these savage times.

One is bringing down a right wing destroyer of the liberal, artistic lifestyle. This man is a danger to diversity. That means he is a danger to us all, because his myopic view of the world mirrors Hitler's. He made his name hurting people, as did so many... his millions and fame have made him an unworthy icon. Time to bring him down to earth and make him kiss some ass, or send him off to his own little hell.


I am hoping to hear from everyone who has been listening and reading this blog(excepting famous people and agents, I still kind of want you to do your own thing... I mean, what the fuck do I know? AND WE NEED time to grow our little show before we ask for the BIG SPOTLIGHT... STEAL MY WORK AND PUT YOUR NAME ON IT... OR JUST WRITE A P INSIDE A CIRCLE... FOR THE CREST OF THE PEACOCK (man, I was born in the year of the tiger, and would like to take that... but you take your legacy for good and bad).


People with UNKNOWN NAMES please do this.... and be careful not to cross the line so the real MAN has to waste time on this....



email mancow@mancow.com and tell him -- in your own weird and wonderful way, that peace and pipedream and pain are roaming the city with hollow point words, battle ready and prepared to take him down on sight.

TRY TO BE FUNNY AS YOU CAN. I am going to be getting some interns asap, and we will be hiring more writers for projects like our movie about these characters, which we are developing (they are a lot further along than I have been allowed to let you know). WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A RADIO SHOW ON YOUR RESUME????

Impress me with your wit.... And Lord, who doesn't hate mancow? This guy did some despicable things to advance his career over the years. I happen to have been a witness to three of the worst... They are recapped in the letter I sent him.


We want him to apologize to the people of San Franscisco, Star Wars Fans, and Kevin Matthews. He is too small minded and dum and right wing to do th is, but he deserves the same amount of forgiveness as the rest of us bastards.

BIg Love

GO ON, ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!


SORRY THE POETRY WAS SO ROUGH... IT JUST KEPT COMING AND I COULD NOT STOP TO EDIT PROPERLY.... I AM READY TO DO SOME COMEDY NOW.... GET BACK TO THE ANGER SEETHING INSIDE OF ME THAT NEEDS TO BE RELEASED BEFORE I CAN RETIRE BACK INTO ACADEMIA WITH A QUIET GRACE.


email me your letters to mancow at johnsridgway@yahoo.comIO

emails I sent to that ass seep mancow

I should predicate this with.... I am trying to piss this guy off, and evidently am pissing off people I don't mean to by declaring myself mancows better. My readers know that this is not me, but a character trying to piss off mancow, but I have thousands of new readers of late...


So let me assure you, I drove cab fifteen years in chicago and I never once picked up anyone who I was better than... I can't help being born smart royalty. I grew up hating the english royalty, in fact... though they are those german hapsburgs who ran us out of the country... still, people who are handsome or smart or whatever, know there is a fine line between discussing your looks or brains and bragging. This is why NO ONE IN MY neighborhood knew anything about me... nor did most of my blog readers... until I started this campaign, when it has become my job to impress people with my leadership abilities. Sorry to make my resume so public... I will be happy when I quit being Pain, believe me....




below are two of many emails that mancow is getting... please take a second to send off your own, mentioning our show peace and pipedreams, and calling for his demise.

No Threats the Man has to take seriously, okay?

mancow@mancow.com

Please let this bastard know we want him to leave town. We are going to start attacking him all to hell this week, but we need your help. Please send me a copy too at johnsridgway@yahoo.com... so I can make sure you get compensated for your efforts when I get to start handing out jobs.



YOU ARE A CHILD MOLESTOR

yes, a child molester.... you fuck them in the ear and shoot poisen into their brains.





Cowshit,






Time to leave town, or we catch you and make you squeal like a pig. We will all wear ten to twenty condoms, of course... so don't think you will get your revenge with your extensive collection of v. d.




Is that reference too much for you cowshit? The book is Deliverance, which is what we are going to give chicago -- deliverance from you.







Pain



mancow the anal seepings of satan,






Just here to introduce you to your betters. I am pain, a writer for Peace and Pipedreams, a new show at fearless radio. I have written two books, published hundreds of stories, and written for two tv shows. Right now, I am runninG THE TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE on my six websites.






I have twelve years of full time college -- eight more than your sorry ass. I majored in Military Intelligence and fiction writing, two very useful majors when deciding to target someone like you.




I THREW ROCKS AT YOU OUTSIDE OF STAR WARS, was in FRISCO WHEN YOU TIED UP THE BRIDGE, and was DISGUSTED TO SEE YOU WIPED YOUR SKANK ON THE VISAGE OF KEVIN MATTHEWS, WHO IS YOUR BETTER IN ALL WAYS...





now we are going to show the people of this city what a pussy you are. Our six websites, 100,000 plus listeners (after being in the biz exactly two months), and the moral compass of this country are all against you. mancow moments will be all about the stupid, immoral crap you have pulled over the years. I am sure you will be tuned in, or have one of your ill-fated assistants.




By the way, I WILL KICK YOUR ASS ANYWHERE ANYTIME.




FUCK YOU





John Scott Ridgway




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EVER BEEN TARGETED FOR ELIMINATION BY A MILITARY INTELLIGENCE MAJOR WHO CAN WRITE LIKE A MO FO???



Words are bullets you bastard and I am in the bushes outside with a scope.






No, this is not a physical threat you can toss to your lawyers. This is TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE and IF you ain't with us, you are against us....and you have been against my moral compass since I was first sickeningly introduced to you in the early eighties.







Want us to back off? You will soon enough..... we are just starting, and in six months you are going to





COME APOLOGIZE TO THE ENTIRE CITY OF CHICAGO FOR WIPING YOUR ASS ON KEVIN, SAN FRAN FOR THE BRIDGE INSIDENT, AND STAR WARS GEEKS FOR THE TRIP BY THE THEATER.



OH, THAT IS RIGHT, i forgot, YOU ONLY PRETEND TO BE RELIGIOUS WHEN IT SUITS YOU....






THAT WHOLE FORGIVENESS REDEMPTION THING, THAT IS WHAT WILL SEND YOU TO HELL....







YOU HAVE OUR TERMS.... READY FOR WAR?????? or you going to apologize so we can forgive you and party. I KNOW YOU ARE NOT THAT BIG OF A MAN..,..





SO I GET TO HEAR YOU SQUEAL LIKE A PIG.... GIVES ME WOOD JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.










PAIN

HERE'S THE TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we are going to shut down the whole fucking world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home.










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