Meddling and Prostitutes

Hello there, I hope this finds you in good spirits and all. With a bit of luck, life is treating you fairly. My enemies always say that my life is not fair to me. It makes me feel rotten and low. Contrarily, I opened up Stephen King’s new book out in the shops at the moment and saw this introductory line, by Bill Hodges: “Sometimes the universe throws you a rope.”

I think that God, our beautiful Lord and Saviour, has tossed me a rope in the shape of protective spirits. They are always present in my mind, blocking out negativity. Recently, in my latest batches of psychosis, they’ve been appearing in the physical realm. As I reported the other day, I even kissed one of them on the lips. I’ve been warned that that was meddling in an extreme way, but I don’t give a rat’s crap. I’m brave enough to meddle, I don’t think it’s going against God, the big fella. He sent them for me.

One of my protective spirits told me that I might be coming back as an ostrich. I know, an ostrich! This is because of the sin I’ve woven throughout my life, mainly in the guise of drugs and porn. I’m not too displeased with a big awkward flightless bird, it could have been a lot worse, and I’ll make sure I’ll ascend along the Wheel of Ka the next time around, as another human being, or at least a golden eagle or lioness. Another human being would be nice. Where would you like to live, in your next life? Who would you like to be? What race, what job, what kind of family? What car would you drive?

I don’t drive a car at the moment. I miss petrol in my life. It gets a bit boring walking about everywhere. I wouldn’t mind spinning in an ST or an RS along the old prostitute red light district. As soon as I started driving in my early twenties, that was the area where I headed first to frequent the local brasses. It was sordid and I’m not proud, but it felt natural at the time. Little did I know that you could catch diseases orally, I thought you had to commit penetration to transmit a dose. Anyway, over a short career, I must have had about 50 hookers, all fellatio. Sounds absolutely disgusting, doesn’t it, I hope no potential mates are reading. I’m sure it would put some girls off. But it’s fact, it’s the truth, I was only young, I was looking for fellowship in a way, apart from fulfilling my sexual destiny. Rather crudely, I call it a Devil’s Picture Book of Gobbles. Lol. Would I take it back? Definitely. Would I do it again? No way. Am I ashamed of my behaviour? A bit. Do I let it get me down? None of it. Did I enjoy it? Immensely, at the time. I wrote a long poem about it, about how seedy and dark it was.

After I kissed Red Jacket, she kept itching her face. That was the effect human breath has on God’s pure energy. Imagine if we copulated, Human and Spirit? Doesn’t it talk about stuff like that in The Book of Enoch, that book which was omitted from the bible? Something about Humans mating with Giants or Angels or something? It’s an interesting idea, isn’t it, I might throw it into some fiction. I’m about to start a new book any week now about psychosis. Anything goes in psychosis. Over ‘n’ Out.