I fought a man with no arms today, a fair fight and I lost. My healther skin is due to scratching his eyes gave me i think I need those hits. I am not violent it is him, he wanted to punish me until I knew his challenges in life. He wanted me to feel sorry for him and praise god with him. He says god made him still alive, I say tomorrow will come with grace do you think.

No one is waking up to the sound of silence any more.

I am mature, but mature to know that my mind is still at an adolecent mind that has yet to venture to what is really valgur. I write my self a letter to make the notes of my mind real. Am I human or the being that is still not awaken to endulge my madness. Who are the weak minded, the ones that die, the ones that live, or every one of us. Multipling for the theme of a high, I'll be a valture a dying valture that lack the nuturients of died. You are all a live, unwilling but alive. I am to mature to be the fufillment of myself, I am old. I'll never be as old as god. Where is mother? I will never write the end of the past, the mental hospital of mine. Please finish, please stop writing nothing. Write more.

The river flows to nowhere, I thank you lord. Where there is a drout the is god and man. When there is no man there will be rain for heaven.

There is a world out there on which i do not wont to venture to. Am I mankind for judging the other in there rituals and any fornication that is zoomed to eyes as education. What rich pitty is on my case, I seek adventure and only locate my heart in a dieing mans castet for safty. Is there any religion that makes the makeup and fashion not tanted and sexual obbsession. I see penises, viringas, mountain high breast, four figured woman that are on there knees, blowing kisses for not love but a mating call, and nothing but actives minds toward sex in this new world. I feel my orgin is week and the real means of me is not adventure but the close observation of mature which has chosen not to make eveoultion. They pucker up their lips in to temtation deleviering me to god on my unholly day with no incounter of any kind amen. Amen they do not come close to me and see that there is a man that laugh, cries, and angers at their demon ways. Amen to the fact that they are not me and their love of tangy salty sweat from other persons pores is a proff of the nature is not god. As a man I hold my body parts and at my religion at hand as I see the twist that the women make against the men and the men quivering as the skin gets tight. I hold and release the demon with in me and see that there is the world linking in to me and there i am the unnature beast that I have seen with hair arms and uncalm needs for a womans taste in my mouth deep with in my mouth. I saw the venture come to me as god died and heaven was earth. How you touture me so and the ways you do it is even more rewarding than reiligion, Praise the lord praise you. Awoman for letting me think I was suducced into intocorse in a lions way. Awoman for wanting to be sucked on to the point of lotion dripping from my mouth and penis. Awoman I am one with the new world. Not traveling out and seeking more out of mind and body pleasures but staying in my ballging eyes peeping love and creating my obsession.