defenestrated fire escape

the point is that god loves you like that right now, with your identity issues and your odd obsessions and your fear of the unrecorded unknown

but i say i can't be saved, even so, because god can work in your life but god will not work your life out for you

and yes, it's true, god is coming to get you eventually, god is coming to make evaluation and send you on your way

only because how else could it ever be handled? all these people have to go somewhere

there's no way the natural world persists as it does, only for the following thing to be eff'ctless

a superreceipt of my entreaty, singing out to look at the clouds and reach for the sun

the psychiatrist told me i'm looking for proof that i was even here, but actually i'd rather eliminate it

i only write to rebalance, to make up the difference of everyone's insincerity

(actually, i want to know more than god)

i wish you wouldn't see me, if you refuse to see me as i've made myself, if you call me little more than an idle curiosity

i know god doesn't care about my pale imitation. i know whoever made this place sees it running along just fine

i can only search my sundry square footage, my moldy inculcation, my thousand-dollar slice of heaven thought experimental

my feelings are greater than anyone could ever imagine, and always so easily flickered like the tip of a switch

(bad at doing calendar. a new weather chart every year)

works for me. must be a you problem. must be your equipments rusted out in a dozen-damning ways

it's really funny how i've got here. it's really funny how i've found the end of it. so laugh, clown.

laugh.