Made a contact about work today, up in North Dakota...
hell shit rape of the earth which will not stop..
but what i take from those whom take from what we ought most love most
i give to those whom take less than i..
as dirty & hellish as they may be...
& if they will die for peace, as well as die for truth
& die for whatever shithead says dying is what dying is for
so long as it is done in the belief of Life...
then i will drink with Them,
afraid..
untill they try to Kill me...
because that is the moment when we all learn whether our flesh is is what we Dream
or if we are less than what cowards say only to those whom are smaller than them..
there are thousands of weapons..
& only One
is
True...
only one
is true.
& that is that if Love fails,
you will die trying to claw the eyes out of
or break the throat
of whomever it is that tries to keep you
from the final moment of innocent freedom
which should be yours..
& i fear killing people..
i fear becoming such a bastard that i have to rise & use what i am to hate & destroy
instead of love & create..
to have have to destroy those whom never looked at themselves, other than to declare that they must be 'faith'
& they must be 'what is expected of them'
& that they must be what they are told to be
rather than what they have found they *ought* to be
if they were to look, with nothing more than a pleading of all they are
towards what they are most afraid to meet...
i Woe for you,
you whom claim Strength
& claim God
& claim all that you believe is all that the mind of the almighty is allowed to carry..
i woe for you.
because if you ever try to force me there,
i will fucking kill you.
i will fucking kill you, happily..
& so i have to fucking flee
because i see you fucking coming...
i see you fucking coming
& i hate you, with all my being for what you have left behind,
where you have been..
how... h...o..w...
How..
how Brave would you be, if you had to build your own weapons?
how brave would you be, if all there were
were small people against large people, but all either were armed with were stones?
you would be afraid, you Beef-Fed rapists of you declare in the name of America & Jesus & Freedom & Truth
& Thomas Fucking Jefferson..
Jefferson would kill you *himself*, you fucking assholes..
assuming he actually believed what he said..
& that believing,
he let belief guide his being
instead of any little fantasies he might have had...
you are worthless shits, all you soldiers whom drive us because they are demanded to by those whom are able to pay for their fucking whoredom behind their fucking fucking guns & illusions of self-righteousness..
O, Christ..
O Jesus, & the way you Died...
O, holy blessed love that dies before it lets what it loves die...
Help me Get
The
Fuck
Out...
& please, please, please
help me get the fucking work so i can do it...
which brings us back to the original point..
looks like there's a job opening that may spring up.. up in Hell Land..
if it does, it'll be what i'm after..
pointless, painfull, & destructive labor that will pay enough to Get The Fucking Boat..
anyways..
about what i figured..
this isn't about fucking money, this is about work..
this is about being involved, for real..
this is about being what any Truth that you believe in
that is something more than merely selfish..
that being said..
Believe what you believe you Should Believe
so that we can get Her into
the
Ocean...
peace
& what the Sun speaks
to Other
stars..
J