HOLLYWOODJack: May 2009

All My Life Has Been a Quest of Understanding, Love, Pain, Verbal, Mental...

I Love Finding Holes In The Ground , sometimes a snakehole, or gopher hole, any hole, man made or creature dug it doesn’t really matter, I simply Love Holes, And To The Bottom I have been.

I have been down so many holes I don't trust myself. It hurts to look at anything, my Eyes don’t focus, and I puctuate words that do not deserve such an honor, failure to breath. See I can really do it I just need to remember how, I need to trust myself.

I can't do It. It's is always a hassle I am a failure And I shall go down in history as so. My anger is my vengence taken upon the paper with a keystoke, my mistrust.

Fuck school. I am the teacher and I am The student God is the dean and life is the curriculum, Ivy league is the alley between the class rooms of heaven and hell, I'd rather walk thru a downtown alley and see a real angel ministering to a crack addict, than sit in a room full of pompus, empored silver spoon mother-fuckers, The pain we know, is shared by all who have ever breathed or lived five minutes to tell a tale. Think for just one second What life may be without the pain and suffering of entitlement. Never look back, or feel like therte is some cushion other than Gods mercy beneath of behind You, This Life is all about self enlightenment, What would be the point of any heaven in death if we could not appreciate the pains and toils of everyday life.

Gifts….

Oh the presents from the father, How they rain down upon us all.

Waking up, is a gift, opening Your eyes to some eventually bright horizon. That is a blessing, Imprison us, take our food, and Possessions, We are still happy to see the sun, Better to die with empty bellys and light hearts than fat guts and heavy rocks of despair that anchor us Pulling us ever down toward the bottom.