trying to be Jesus Christ is so boring...
boring in the sense of Logos...
me?
i want to be Mythos...
      it's past noon and i'm thinking it's
midnight...
by the way... monotheism became
corupted
by polytheism and stumbled:
without realization that
somehow reincarnation could be feasible!
Malachi with Elijah...
Christ with the Antichrist...
   you really thought a dragon would
forget his tongue and let it sleep
in the eyes of a cat?
really?!
oh poor you...          poor poor purr:
my i unto you...
              yes: i do feel like sleeping
or at least pretending to sleep:
at noon...
Edie... it's a driving license...
      but you're not being serious...
my love for you is drying up...
i have occupational hazards of thinking
something else:
i don't need to explore life
with the attache of hurting a child
in its developmental stages...
          savvy?
Edie: it's a ******* driving license...
my drinking can be excused if
i were to be given a focus that
transcends a solipsism:
but if you don't want to give it to me:
then i'll bulldozer this supposed
Christianity of yours:
i don't mind:
maybe that was your original intent:
to allow me to show you
the plagiarism, the hypocrisy:
of this religion...
i think...                           hmm... think...
you wanted me to abide by baiting
these hypocrites all along...
your mother my mother the atheist...
this was some scheme for me
to hone in: focus... the *** was just
an intellectual ploy!
you sexed me up!
you gave me the sort of *** that invoked
my intellectual furor, focus!
you have become Helen, Troy:
ooh... sassy *****...
                 this is terribly horrific!
this is arching: atypical...
               now it seems i have more than
just an ego in my head:
now i have a daughter!
           who's the serpent and who's the vine?!
i was... going to go and enjoy the day
while cycling...
but now i have a bed a brainstorm
and i guess a spine...
and thinking about a daughter...
that's ******* cruel...
but o.k.

                     batman galore on...
a conveyor belt...
                 now that i've built up a fetish of fatherhood
and semi-
you are my daughter?
**** me... coming from a brothel
the idea of... Catholicism: disguise the intent:
word word word...

Spanish... Spinoza... no no...
the sect... not the cult... the sect...
the Spinach Sect of Spaniards...
i wrote about this in an essay in high school...
the Counter-Reformation...
Spanish... not Jehovah's witnesses...
ah!
glee! i see the word!

JESUITS!
the Jesuits!

do you believe me how inferior this Christ
of Americana is devoid of my patience?
i can't theorize with this American immigrant
of a lost soul...

just how unstable this format of
wording... by noon i want it to be midnight...
by 4pm i am wishing it to be 9am...
and so on and on and on
and we're supposedly in love...
times squared apart...
time between our ages
and the experiences that allow us to gravitate
to relate life
and the time span of physically being apart:
11h ahead or behind...

Greenwich to Kauai:
sorry...
but are you 11h behind?
i think you're a day ahead...
sorry: Greenwich Kauai...
Napoleon... tight fitting ****?!
Russia is like an abode of space
is Russia like something the Tsars
or the Soviets...
     love those words... you gimmick?

i just want to sleep...
and i want you to stop bothering me...
either i'll get my driving license on
that shitshow of...
or this stalling will
give me more impromptu
to just say adieu! adieu!
but please have the scrupulous decency
to give me a farewell...
just give me that attache...
a long kiss goodbye...
the *** was great but it was just ***...
we weren't supposed to be
compatible...
i know this as much as you know it...
so... please... leverage with
yourself the construction of
saying goodbye and karma:
karma as in: we will meet again...
we will...
just allow yourself to have had
a parallel of experience
besides other men...
just, let, me, go... otherwise don't keep me
as this tortured tease:
or take me! without a driving license!
just: make me assured: in knowing!