My Mama’s Messages
I went to Namaste Bangkok with the Mormon nurse now
I’m in a mormon shelter, the Mormons eat humans some of
the Mormons didn't hire me back at
Wendy’s has a weird 17 year old cannibal commercial,
cannibal commercials for cinnamon toast
crunch nutter butter cookies.
The processed foods are bad and the restaurants seem to be human DNA.
That's what happened the Mormon Missionaries
moved in with our old neighbor
Charles and his insides
were messed up maybe
those Moromons are Charles.
My phone is low like
38 percent the washer room
is full so I’m just going to drink a coke or
go smoke then I won’t have
bus money again to get to the house of mumbai.
Astral projection is to fly or something I can’t seem to get
those powers but they poison us with bad water and stuff so our 3rd eye
doesn’t work lots of evil people
out there you wouldn’t think that at first maybe.
Baking soda kills cancers in your body so I added a teaspoon
To my hand then drank that down
with tap water my feet are still swollen
when I panhandle still
they all lied for the money so I have to watch the videos to find out.
Rose pedals for sprains
Okay ya I’m still resting I found
The video proofs the masons
freemasons bible is to control everyone
but it’s not easy to convince someone
that God is not real it’s better
to let them believe what they are taught
because they have been
BRAINWASHED
their whole life about this.
The ants are eating the bread 🍞
from the muffin I got earlier maybe
they don't use the tobacco I don't know.
My Mirror a Spiritual Memoir
My Mirror with no scale
Brush against paint
Slapped onto...
My Mirror
tell me
My Mirror
Obsessively seeking my revelation
inserting flames
only to extinguish them
Sacred, I scatter
So angry and so shrill
a turning, acidic fumes
My Mirror
tell me
I want to end it but how
How do I tell my love
that I can't trust myself
My Mirror
Why won't you show me?
I can't tell
My mirror lies
constantly I'm caught
engrossed in the incineration
My Mirror
Please listen,
listen to my spiritual rite
My mirror
No longer do I need
a life of indignation
take my prayer
with offering of servitude
Relieve me of certainty
my mirror, my mirror:
Everything is draped
in the divinity of my action.