EntheologEntheological Response to the Pestering MormonEntheolog
Thanks for your offer but I left the station nearly two years ago and I'm Not interested any more. Heres the situation: I was almost there but I'd already eaten the fruit and My train of thought was sliding off the tracks and I Hoped to God or whatever I'd survive what came next And dark nothingness And white noise Consumed consciousness Until all that remained beyond the vacuous chaos Was the complexity of Myself.
The ChildDark slim little creature. A child? I can see the hunger in its shallow, sunken eyes. And I don’t know what to feel. The street is very confusing.The Child
But I am not alone as I walk. Some strange secluded spirits of this somber city street They walk with me. Delusional deceptions derived from the dark depths of my nightmares. I walk alongside them.
Nobody else can feel this presence. As if they cannot even see this pathetic, sullen thing. They walk past, seeking solace. Ignorance truly is a powerful force. They walk alone, in comfort.
Entry, the first
Whoo. I like the transgression in your piece.
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"I love seeing the Pope bounce round in his little Pope-mobile.
6 inches of bulletproof glass - now that's faith in action."
Bill Hicks
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Moderatio est figmentum.
Control is an illusion.
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