

to Sokrates and Jesushow can two trees grown from the same seed be so violent towards each other? a rich man playing tennis a little kid on the street corner with his marbels alone in the end (and at the beginning) they do it just to pass the time and secretly they now it both of them but they will never speak up why don't you speak up? a game is a game no matter who you include is it God or truth or facts or dogmas or ideas or the Holy Spirit a game will always be justo Sokrates and Jesus


a divine comedybut the modern Devil is an educated Devil a demanding Devil to whom not everybody can just haggle their soul toa divine comedy
most of us are left for the cleaning crew for the angels
unaffected by greed prescribed for starvation
and we will only be left with -pay attention now- inner peace and holy spirit and freedom.


blaberings of a drunkfloresent light shines through the glass i pick it up a handful of color a handful of this rainbow a handful of this rain that cleans my soulblaberings of a drunk
a step down is a step up
a glass of scotch and water a glass - a handful of beauty of god of truth


my day is everybody's dayand now I am sitting here with a glass of scotch looking at the list I made to organize my day so I wouldn't waste this day and the day after that and the day after thatmy day is everybody's day
because wasting is a crime nowadays and I do not wish to be a criminal anymore
"try new things" they say
"I'll try that" I'll say
and read Shakespeare
for school.
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