"Fuck Jesus" he said.

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So I turned and walked away. Then he came up behind me and hit me upside the head with a basball bat.

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It was a nice day, me my baby sister and the bear. Cooked my first turkey. I think Ben Franklin was right about Turkeys, they should be our national bird.

I liked the Thief of Time, the first one I read. Maybe it was because it was about anthropology. Have you ever noticed that in a lot of his novels it seems as if the anthropologist is the butler? Ya know like the butler did it.

Chi square, when you got a million pottery shards to sort through and you are trying to connect dots the

is very useful.

It was mescaline and the Chi Square that put an end to my twelve year career as a college sophomore.

And silent woman too, of course.

In A Thief of Time he wrote about the Navajo on the Jesus road. I have stepped on that road myself, no turning back, but even so I believe in Spinoza's g-d. If not for Nietzsche I would have been a Jesus Freak like George Bush.

I owe the Christ Jesus for the peace that Silent Woman found in Him. I don't know nothing about theology, I have no use for theology. I am going with the faith of a heretic. I have no idea who that Jesus Christ that George Bush talks to is.

I owe the christ jesus a good nights sleep , down on my knees with the blood running down my legs from the stiches in my scrotum, I wanted nothing more than to find some peace in the oblivion of sleep. And I found it. And I heard the Christ within me say get up and walk like a man. And since that night I have been blessed with the ability to sleep fast. Only on a few occasions over the last thirty four years have I not been able to fall asleep.

Yes leave no spirits behind me except for my Chindi, which is going to be the mother of all evil Chindi, I am hoping I can have a good death outdoors under the sky. So my chindi can escape back into the void.

Yes I believe we all got to find our own way. I am grateful to George Fox for the fellow ship of the quakers when I saw the beast in me. I never saw a headless chicken. My grandmother would take her live chickens up to lombard st back in jewtown to have them ritually slaughtered by kosher chicken killer.

But I did and have spent a long night with murder in my heart.


I can't see nothing in nobody, no human monster that I do not see in myself. I am naked to the lidless eye.

then I heard a voice which said, “there is one, even Christ Jesus, that can speak to thy condition”;

http://www.bartleby.com/218/0403.html

That preacher I mentioned above , the one who was preaching about being saved on your death bed
this bit

INteresting thing I learned about heaven today.
yes if you get saved on your death bed you will still get to heaven but you will have to walk around naked because those righteous heavenly robes are woven from our good deeds.

He looked like a a sweet arkansas baptist and he got it all figured out, heaven and hell, I would do nothing to question his faith. What is the worse that could happen, I would have to walk around heaven naked for all eternity. He also talked about mistakes that Bible translators have made from the Hebrew which was interesting. Something about who Manzir or Manzur was, not sure of the spelling.

I am a believer, I believe in the god of einstein and spinoza, the god that helps those that help themselves. I also like to write god as G_d. Because there is no name for god. Not really.


I remember you deleted every post to this board a while back. Including the one about the headless chicken.

I am a word kook. Sometimes I like to put words in a text box and leave them for a while and then delete them if nobody replies and I am still able to exercise the delete button. It is like a catharsis. I just deleted a whole thread about the USS Liberty because I said what I wanted to say and was done with it.

I will probably not delete another post. But I am tempted to delete my posts to dino about Byron. Or at least to edit them and make them more readable.

The afterlife. You know I had some roomates when I was going to college who were Buddhists, we got to talking about the after life and they told me I would not be "me anymore" not this person with a social security number a name etc etc, I was disapointed. I wanted to live for ever as I am. But I have reconsidered it and
now I do not regret the death this personality, I am sure I would become bored if I had to be jack tilles for all eternity.

Keep the faith mingo, that is all I am saying

You yours
and me mine
and fuck jesus
who ever he is that george bush prays to.

mostly I am into the mysticism of Camus and Einstein.




Camus

I cannot imagine a God who rewards and punishes the objects of his creation, whose purposes are modeled after our own -- a God, in short, who is but a reflection of human frailty. Neither can I believe that the individual survives the death of his body, although feeble souls harbor such thoughts through fear or ridiculous egotisms.
-- Albert Einstein, obituary in New York Times, 19 April 1955