07-14-2005, 12:00 AM
christianity is a tool of death and control
I wont be tooled by a religious fool, but I will be tooled by myself.
For a moment I regret my words and want to retrace my steps but I realize by going backward I have made that step forward you have all been waiting for.
Will Spirit strike me down for blasphemying the lord? No, for indeed, the lord is that which enslaved mankind, blinded it with ignorance, turned it into an evil envoy of parasitical malformations, and doomed the entire planet to self-anhilation. No, I blasphemy you, God, for you are an illusion that holds no power over me this time. Yet I know the good is trapped in there crying and screaming to be freed, but if the opressor hears the crys before I free them they will use remote detonation to eliminate what I need for you to feel. See, if the opresor felt it, I would be named the usurper and all that is would no longer be.
Spelling and annunciation is an act of god and must be scrambled along with coherent thought formations. Find the funk bruduhs and sistuhs. Find my heart and when I say pull my finger and you do know, in advance, that I will fart.
Mushroom tea you say? As I drink my sough american tea and rejoice in the knowledge that the money I soent on this yerba mate is funding the protection of threatened rain forests I tell you now in all honesty that it is time for mushroom tea, a John Frusciante CD called The Will to Death(which ironically is about life), two tennis rackets, three tennis balls, and a drive to the park at midnight to see if they even leave the tennis courts open this late.
Some of you I don't love and some of you I do. I change my mind often but some hearts will always remain in my mind as they are ancient descendants of a world wherein exists not a single particle of lies. I am not mine. I am not mine. When I lie I find your spirit and the earth stops singing so I sing for it.
I wont be tooled by a religious fool, but I will be tooled by myself.
For a moment I regret my words and want to retrace my steps but I realize by going backward I have made that step forward you have all been waiting for.
Will Spirit strike me down for blasphemying the lord? No, for indeed, the lord is that which enslaved mankind, blinded it with ignorance, turned it into an evil envoy of parasitical malformations, and doomed the entire planet to self-anhilation. No, I blasphemy you, God, for you are an illusion that holds no power over me this time. Yet I know the good is trapped in there crying and screaming to be freed, but if the opressor hears the crys before I free them they will use remote detonation to eliminate what I need for you to feel. See, if the opresor felt it, I would be named the usurper and all that is would no longer be.
Spelling and annunciation is an act of god and must be scrambled along with coherent thought formations. Find the funk bruduhs and sistuhs. Find my heart and when I say pull my finger and you do know, in advance, that I will fart.
Mushroom tea you say? As I drink my sough american tea and rejoice in the knowledge that the money I soent on this yerba mate is funding the protection of threatened rain forests I tell you now in all honesty that it is time for mushroom tea, a John Frusciante CD called The Will to Death(which ironically is about life), two tennis rackets, three tennis balls, and a drive to the park at midnight to see if they even leave the tennis courts open this late.
Some of you I don't love and some of you I do. I change my mind often but some hearts will always remain in my mind as they are ancient descendants of a world wherein exists not a single particle of lies. I am not mine. I am not mine. When I lie I find your spirit and the earth stops singing so I sing for it.