dusk

About your own skin..

Until it’s captivated with searing pain.

If you lay your limbs out, put a fan on them,,,

Your skin settles there.

When you go to stand, to put weight on the legs and move around…

It breaks the mold of rest.

And I said goddamn..

God damn motherfucker..

And I was thinking..

How awesome it would be if atheists were very specific tools of God.

If they had a fate and a purpose..

Because the religious followers became unbearable and noxious..

I can dig it .

The other side of the fence seems so appealing..

No one judging you…

Well.. No one but humans, and honestly who gives a fuck about them?

If we were choosing teams…

I bet Christ would choose the anti-christ team…

It’s how he rolled..

And God’s got a soul factory up there and he keeps each one of them in a barrel..

Perhaps your barrel was red..

Perhaps mine was blue.

And your friend had Green..

Fate is a fun thought.

Seems like all or nothing though ..

Either there is some space reason for all of this..

Or there isn’t..

In which case…you should probably apologize for fucking around with so many humans..

For being so unkind.

(committed to the levels)

Levels of the tower…

Yeah ..we do what we do..

And I stay on some incredible pain..

I.hope.it.starts.feeling.better.soon…