Women are only figurative. They use us because we are young and we can handle it or at least we can get it done. Science where everything is said without the stigma of word and from science comes noise.

Women didn’t exist; we reproduced via the spirit. Trying to find a woman; trying to become one.

Miracles are born.

Investigate; discover

A pilgrimage, a movement home,

My journey into Hell and out of it; to be torn apart by women.

This part of me is not living

When I am not being God’s spectacular creature, writing is describing what is behind the veil without ever seeing it. My mother was a crow but my father  was a spirit.

For what disease shall I dream a cure?

I don’t know if you like it.

You know I don’t consider myself apart of what’s going on around here. This is what they eat. This is their hunger and how they quench their thirst. My hunger is the words and the medium is just an excuse to hurt somebody.

Reports differ according to his birth. One says he was born in the James River; others say that he was concived by a virgin. Although his mother was not a virgin. She just didn’t have with his father. In either case until the age of thirteen his religion was a tent traveled across the dessert of the nation.

What was enshrined at the temple was his sexuality, which God gave to him in his ‘Shower of Power’!

He was most definatly muslim:
-his is the tale of two cities
-he wholly submitted himself to God
-he prayed not just five times a day, but at every instant
-he understood that everrything was to be read and was a sign of God.
-he recognized that Mohammad was his Prophet and so was everyone eles. And that Jesus only really brought a bunch of clay pidgiens, none of them could fly.
-God spoke to him personally through visions which he recived through materbating and he interprited these visions orally. He atempted to write them down, but his success was marginal.

the bodies that yell at me.

Sweeping I want to go to some place weird that I’ve never been before.

How about that? 

A good man is sick. 

I just murdered new emotions 

He was an actor happen everyday 

In life. 

Only write. All authors (whether real or unreal) only write about what they know. I write about whores and lies.

He is already what I need him to be. From a glance and extrapolating gestures, I have made him my dream. 

The model-form in your eyes I can study. 

Every word has been called from my soul. 

You can fuck my mind. 

Wrote and now write. (what do you “do”) 

A simple sentence is the body.  

“your much too in love with your words” 

I need to come to a greater understanding, in the sense that all must be informative. 

I’m a liar, you don’t want to be in love with a liar. You deserve happiness, I can’t make you happy. It’s wrong to play games with peoples hearts. 

HERE I WILL BEGIN TO BREATH LIFE INTO ANOTHER BODY