wrap me up in a compendium swaddle me in a hundred volume tome of copperplate script and loose leaf scritta paper printed type mixed with beetle ink- like a pre-reformation family heirloom bible. or like the scriptures which are chiseled criss cross upside down and sideways all along the catacomb walls sprawling outward under Rome in confused radial non patterns of hexagonal fractals covered in symbols of heresy… or a quarried sandstone honeycomb subterranean spirit secrets hidden under symbols scribed by martyred 2nd century Christians, swimming with the anchor and the cross with the Jesus fish and all the rotas squares.
a city full of crucifixes and brass bulls is buzzing and burning up above. chain my bones against a Wailing Wall with my mouth taped shut around an Aztec whistle or at the very least a wooden reed. noonday Yiddish hymnals are all row row rowing merrily down my ear canals in a boat full of Ambrosian rites Gallican liturgies hot menorah oil frankincense and the Vatican’s signal of the black smoke still waiting on the new Bishop of Rome
galvanized lunar tetrads waxing at the apogee casting shadows so wide the sun grew long forgotten in my mind like a song not quite remembered sung in the valley of the shadow of the Iron Age or the present dusk of the Piecean Era when all the Jesus fish in the Coi pond of the neighbors yard were swallowed whole by a blue heron. luckily every dusk soon gives way to dawn and the high noon of the Aquarian winter couldn't come soon enough like the fumata bianca a water bearer is like a living miracle in the eyes of a dry and dusty scarecrow and it is given us to bring about the end of time for it is time alone that winds on wearily and the earth is parched and very tired now.
bundle me up in an ancient Kemetic lexicon a hundred gallon vessel of holy water couldn’t quench my thirst for dark matter and starlight I used to return from the ocean with a thimble full of salt water but it is given us to be the Saviors of the world so now I drive to the beach in a dump truck big enough for an open pit anthracite coal mine reciting one quite heart-prayer at a time, squeezing all the holy drops from the salt and the barnacles and the brine.
Differing sins bicker amongst Each other as to who shalt Permanently shape me After their ways and until The end of my days. Nay! Let thy ways oh Yahweh Become my second nature That I may breeze through tempation with ease.
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