if i were to be a patriarch of a religion,
rather than a random prophet of one,
i'd say muhammad is too much a
patriarch wanting his children to take revenge
rather than a solitary figure of being right,
but if i said that, i might say that:
well, you want to join my religious
ambition, you'd be initiated aged 21,
inhaling the sage of the diviners (salvia
divinorum), suffered a brain haemorrhage
and continued... not the **** easy
sprinkle of baptismal water on your babe
forehead... no you'd be dead...
don't bother... esp. with your heart broken
by the one who lied to you about its effects
being akin to l.c.d. beneficial by an ex
russian girlfriend... it's not about starting a
new religion, it's about one enduring...
aged 21... surviving a brain haemorrhage and
heartbreak when lied to by a friend...
survive that... you become a friend...
but don't bother... as i've attested 9 years later
with a poem like this one;
too much ridicule from christians asserting
a perfect society they constructed worthy of
an export to places where despotism actually works...
because there aren't enough people
wanting to be pyramidally showing their
identity of goo goo dolls... among the shouts
of american head charge's rock 'n' roll ******
of patti smith.