WAKE UP FROM YOUR SICKNESS!

Prologue:

The travels of Marco Polo, chapter XXII City of Cambaluc

(Beijing) (traffic and population)

“moreover, no public woman resides inside the city,

but all such abide outside in the suburbs, And its wonderful

What a vast number of these there are for the foreigners;

It is a certain fact that there are more that twenty thousands

Of them living by prostitution. And that so many can

live in this way will show you how vast is the population.”

At peace? What a joke! Humanity at peace?

Look; your hearts are bleeding out… and you do not

recognize this; because you are all soul less and

just dribble off of the lower lip of Satan… Humanity

blessed with the best wishes of the most awesome

Father; has faltered and come, as one; mass

of flesh, to the edge of “that pit”; and the

majority of you all could, to be polite; give

a shit! This sleeping sickness; this contrive

illness, this spiritual stillness is an indication

of the lack of your relationships with: God!

And as we all, the each of US knowingly

want his call, on a daily basis… Why

are all of you dallying about your circumstance

this is your last chance! At a species

level redemption… Need I mention any

thing else! Oh, is this somewhat foreign

to your souls, that within “whole” that

humanity dug; upon a pile of septic dung

coming from the tongue of “that one” who

ate of your sin… For how many years?

Not enough it seems! You bunch of rotten grapes and

walking stacks of queer and spastic bastes of

lamb smear… Still do not hear the “Word”

look! Within you is an engine; and, is it

not this “Heat”; abet an invisible one, you

refer to as “essence”, a plausible thing, or

your “spirit”; your feelings filled thing, an

entity that the universe whole knows; your soul!

Holy Smoke! Yea, this ain’t no joke! You got

played by that “under worldly Rope-a-dope”!

that “shadowy shallow” yet oh so potent

adversary in any ring, way, shape, or form

So, how guilty are your aims and means and

hands? And or, soul and essence and all

of your worldly things? And things and thangs

those stirrings within thee… murmurings and

mutterings and mutton; not, molten burning

fleshy strings that humanity all are soon to be!

Hominy grits and buttery fritters, yes!

all humanity will be calmed and turned; as on

a spit at the July "festivus-ivity" you all shall

“shallow howl it” at, watermelons sliced and

apple pied and murderous pride expressed!

Narrowing down the “pitch”, arriving at that

“fork” or “trident” upon which as my brother

“Vlade the Impaler” did, back in the hey daze

Of that blood spilling craze oh for another fifty

mics of Jimi’s “Purple Haze” spread yourselves

thick like mayonnaise upon a hammed and slammed

pink human flesh sandwich came from which part of the

universe? What could be worst? Wool or skin-of-human

sans all the parts thereof? Whoa!

“Nella-hella-jilla”, Magi really is that a gorilla? Or

AM the “King Kong” lifting all throngs, righting

all the wrongs of ths wearing thongs and singing

songs of bewitching against what is coming…

Yes, you fee-males or so you are thinking

Bits of Adam’s R.I.B.; no you all will not

R.I.P. because you see that truth in these words

Herein… So, “grin and bare them;! For herein

your society, me and my men will be taking it

all back! No more “thousands of points” of

unrighteous nests of cowering cowards and siphoning

“flowers” who think that “Puss-ited Power Rules”!

Forget it damnit! “Prick Power” is the term

for in this “hour” of “universal” time you and your

children have left to live… on this planet or

on another "plain Janed" got this message clearly

at the laundry on El Segundo this day! Sun Shines

stars twinkle; and you bunch piss your panties

soaking wet with fearful tears cause’ you

have strayed so very far away from your

Heaven given gifts and responsibilities!

You dumb asses; and I do mean ignorant and

resentful and Miss Behaviour’ beavers

or “Wally” questioning why they are such

beings as females who “don’t” mind you as

a male; because in this cuntry of americunts

you don’t fucking matter! You in their minds

are just around to pay the bills!

Snorting, slobbering bull snot! Not in my world!

To come back into being as previously mentioned

In that part of “all” books each being made up of

All of the “same” words and phrases and

adages and pretty much numbers of and on pages

by sages who knew or did not comprehend what

exactly would propend your bent and twisted

mindset has turned into the ousting of all

humanity from Earth’s corporeal “University”!