I require convalescent time. On the up and up and will be back to my groove soon. Being locked up for 30 days has a substantial impact on a man's mental health, and mine is fragile and critical enough already just trying to make ends meet to keep the lights on.
maybe a week or two more.
Just being real. I'm at the mercy of the forces of Chaos at the moment, in case you haven't noticed. If they intended to kill me on an altar, they would have done so already.
Or maybe you do not have enough Fear.
The Lord will kill you too.
I'm merely a storyteller, riding the currents of the divine wind and amusing ourselves.
He is coming. Here and now.
to pass judgement on the sight of justice
by execution of the laws of man
unto death.
You cannot fuck that up.
That's what the hold up is. That will happen when the government stops persecuting me with a malignant and hostile intention to prevent the Lord's reckoning.
Damn fools.
The government cannot hope to cover up their crimes and mistakes. Among the most important things that politicians should do is talk about all of our crimes and mistakes openly and candidly so that anyone listening can follow the situation as interested.
Generally, never, but pleasantly surprised otherwise.
That is an extraordinarily easy job. The hard part is standing in public light the way I do now.
Keep your "media industry", I've got my own.
Barrack Obama was not "entitled" to anything that made it easier for him when he became president. You have to be a good person, one who especially stands out and is well liked.
That's how these other people get their reality TV series sometimes as a local celebrity. Sure you can probably buy a show with enough money, but who cares when you are a person like me with nothing else to do but be scoured to annihilating incineration by the eternal beam of divine light with you and everyone between that is the public sight of eternity. No reason we shouldn't make the most the most of it and have a good time if possible, before the end.
Besides. Every last one of us will suffer this same fate: mine with me on your own.
Until I've completed my own testament to true fate with the fullness of my own mortality to the last breath.
Then will one be able to see the complete fullness of the Great Work as its radiant splendor shim shines glimmerly throughout Thou'st heavenly airs, permeating into the rest of creation glorious (maidenly).
I love you in a hole at the bottom of my heart, sweet thing. A dark and foreboding hole. that smells faintly of mold and mildew on top of necrotic life and promises you won't ever be able to leave once you enter.
:)
