7 november
… what should be the day is to turn into a deep dark funeral …
I can imagine that you’re reluctant to hear me because of the drinking …
but then please tell us where we go now and what we can do … for you are the
same inaccessible to us now as you will be unto Jacob in the Trib .. we never have
‘set dates’ as all those soothsayers do but waited so much for the day after all the
themes you promised we’d find … yet now another endless year appears …
and there is no way to survive that … perhaps you would like to see some strong
type beings – but hów then , please , if you withdrew your spirit when the soul died
and all that remained is that tiny consciousness facing Death wherever she looks
as the unbearable daily Nonsense themes of this freaking tales-of-the-crypt circus ?
there is nowhere to go and you do not answer …
you know everything .. also that we hold on to that secret place of treasuries as all
the themes so far since they are our very life .. but they cannot help to survive this
gruesome one since their nature is another life ..
without sounding like a psychopathic lover : killing us seems the best option ..
to be done with the hopeless task of surviving this immense black hole .. but that
would make everything we done invalid .. so that it isn’t an option afterall ..
but a whole year .. day after endless day .. is enough to kill the most brave of you ..
hów then , please , in this dirty ape neverendingly mocking us , dwelling inbetween
the Living Dead even as the small minority running the wrong way as fast they can ?
and oh curse we were that same living dead if not for your treasures ..
then begging you please ,
because you do not deserve to have disgusting sons ,
but ones you can be proud of ,
how then please do we continue from now on .. how can we survive these days ?
| [+2 hours] years ago while waiting in line in a store the young girl at the till was obviously new , nervous and struggling with counting money ; when it was my turn I looked at her saying ‘but that’s all going very well no ?’ she immediately understood , looking at me , and her eyes for one second turned into the most beautiful jewels – as if with golden stars , very full and very pretty – then it vanished |
…. ofcourse we know that Jacob is imprisoned .. so many beautiful souls in this ape ..
all so very lonely , all imprisoned … our Majesty but we tried so hard to listen to you ,
following you wherever you go , restoring & declaring every word you spoke ..
then hear us please , sáy something to us , because we war for all your people …
