Oh Damn

I wrote in my last blog that 6,000 years of Prophesy against this wicked system ended in 1974. It was actually 1874. My bad. I have a tendency to never thoroughly edit what I write. Sometimes I’ll review things I wrote when I see them In my stats and they will be full of errors. I gotsta stop doing that…

The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin (Scriptures)

Hierarchical civilization began 6,000 years ago. 6,000 years of Prophesy against this wicked system of things ended in 1874. Since then, history has witnessed the most all-consuming wars of all times, revolving around a Christian/Jewish Zionist conspiracy to expropriate the land of Israel and hold dominion over all the Scriptural lands that were Prophesied to ruin, time and time again. We are in the dawn of the Last Day (1,000 years) when the authority of man (Satan) will be annihilated, and the truth will set us free from this wicked system.

What the…

Why do my drafts keep publishing themselves? I think it’s my phone. It stays buggin out. Anyhoo, if I can stop rhyming for five seconds maybe I can get a move on with the Scriptures. Lemme try to get something published by tonight… Ready… Set… Wait… I think I got another rhyme…

Falling Back in Love with Scriptures

I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.

Rethinking My Game Plan

Good evening my fellow rebels. Are you ready for the return of the boomerang? I been waiting for this moment for all my life. And I can feel it coming like a beautiful disaster.

True Christians are Anarcho-Communists and I am going to prove it.

It’s been a year since I left Connecticut after getting kicked out of the sober house. I’ve made a lot of progress in terms of reclaiming my mental stability, but I still have more work to do.
While I was In my addiction I had so much I wanted to prove. But all I could do was get drunk, word vomit on Twatter, and complain complain complain about this world full of morons. Meanwhile, if I wasn’t being such a moron I might have been able to prove my point. I rather chose to get mad every time some idiot regurgitated the lies they were fed, and I would use that as an excuse to get drunk and act a fool. It was a sicknesss.

Somebody heLLLp

I’m on the express bus again, this time headed back to the Bronx, thinking about how unhopelessly hopeless I am. I don’t know what it is about the express that gets me going. It’s like I’m seeing everything for the first time, everytime, without all the traffic. And it bugs me out…

Waking up from a coma

What have I been doing for the past twenty years? I feel like such a loser… WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… It’s all a blur. I know I had goals and dreams, but I squandered most of my time wallowing in misery, drinking, word vomiting on Twatter, sleeping, and making an utter fool of myself. And of course it took a pandemic of social distancing for me to come out of my self-imposed isolation.

A Vote for The People

Hordes of sheeple decked out in red, white and blue. Lined up in rows, waiting to cast their votes to allegedly decide who will dominate the airwaves for the next four years. A pointless tradition, I dare to say. But who am I to say anything? I’m just another incompetent cog in a system that cannot function without a skilled mechanic tinkering with every nut and bolt, or so they say.

Pulling it Together (Journal Entry)

I’ve been holding back on posting anything on social media for the past seven months or so. I was debating whether to post anything at all, but since I’m back on my poetry kick lately I guess it couldn’t hurt to write a quick update about where I’m at in this point of my recovery.