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I’m 70% there. 30% of my time is wasted on unholy pursuits. I have work to do, but at least I’m aware of it. Thank you, My Lord!I’m blessed beyond measure!Everywhere I look,I just observe treasure!I’m so glad you showed meWhat I had to see.I’m so thankful, Lord,That you’re living in Me.
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Nothing here has permanence.For nothing here is real.Not even you, you know.Even though you feel.Feelings are illusionsTo lock you in the world.Your mind is there to keep you aliveLong enough to hurlThe idea that you are the mindAnd body into the SeaOf Ignorance and EvilSo you can become free.
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I wrote this yesterday, but am posting it now. If you’re praying to St. Michael,You’re praying to the Sun,I guess to go to God,But He’s within you,Precious one.“As within, without,” you know?“As above, below”An ancient bit of Hermetic wisdomEveryone needs to know. When Jesus says to pray in his name he’s talking about the Sun.…
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It’s All Hallows Eve soon.You know what that means,Sugar marketing in the form ofHalloween.It’s really absurd.You wanna know how it started?Inviting people in for meals.Real food!This is retarded.Sorry if you’re offended by that.If you can’t help it,Not talking ‘bout you.Just study what sugar does to these kids!And does to adults too! This calls sugar a…
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You know Rick Rubin once said that he absolutely does not make music to please any particular audience. And I’m sure that’s based on a foundation of truth. I know Rick does make a lot of concessions for the mass-popularity-potential of what he produced. He has produced some really bad records, but if you have…
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Usually poems name themselves. I just have to read what I just wrote for the title to become obvious. I love you all.I do not care.(I’m writing this in myUnderwear.)I think it’s us,They call insane,Who’re the only peeps hereThat use their brain.They think us incapableOf critical thought.It’s a system they riggedThat has now wrought75% of…
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This poem is really a poem I wrote myself to remind myself of exactly what I write here. But I needed “you” to rhyme with “do” so I changed it to what you see below. It’s excellent advice, or I wouldn’t have given it to myself! Your job is really easy.There’s little for you to…
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Your propaganda don’t work on me. I see straight through your lies. The moon is not a rock in space. You think I don’t have eyes? And what’s beyond the Ice Wall, liars? Antarctica’s not there! I know you have a role to play, But it’s a maddening affair. You’ve lied to the world for…
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Jesus is My Homeboy
Lord, thank you for the knowledgeThat sets me apart from the crowd.I know that I need to keep growing.But I also know you’re proudOf how far I have come,And how far I will go.I do not have to guess if you love me.I know that it is so.
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Lord, thank you for the knowledgeThat sets me apart from the crowd.I know that I need to keep growing.But I also know you’re proudOf how far I have come,And how far I will go.I do not have to guess if you love me.I know that it is so.
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Lord I wish more than anythingYou’d see fit to relieve me of this pain.I can’t do anything—I can’t live!It’s misery to just exist!I know it’s my fault,I just don’t know how.Please, LordPut it on me now!I’ll do whatever it freaking takes!Just please inform me of my mistake!
Musings of the Mad 