Bang. Love Bullets.

“If God is going to take you to where He wants you to go, you can't be bound to where you have been.”

A Bang Bang Boogie to the rhythm of the boogie de beat.  

The rhythm escapes me but the words flow on within.

Twenty first lines weren’t good enough to explain what devotion means to me.  

This is number three.  I really want to blow your mind with Goodlove.

Third eye nuts are edible puns, virgins may not understand.  

Less than Gospel but connected like nature to everything.  

The sweetness will make you weak like shopaholics. Like Junkies seeking a better chemical high that can only be experienced in fasting and celibacy beyond months or years.   

Spending big money for the affection of a*s kissing strangers is worse than prostitution and strip clubs.

They train you from the time you’re little girls through the idiot box.  TV tells you, you don’t need a man.

Time, attention, devotion, love, truth, and forgiveness come from God through your lover if you are doing it right.

For too long I prayed for and received money, p***y, and weed.  

I was on the bench like Ezekiel unable to speak with a mouth full of peanut butter.  

A mind full of gibberish that once held epiphanies that blew the top of my skull into the air like a fire hose trying to fill my bowl.  

Pleasurable migraines tingling and lingering like unwanted smiles and laughter when something is just too funny.  

A shame a pity so few pray for the right things.

What would you do if money and time were not issues?

Trip forever in a blissful state approaching oblivion within the light of God’s compassion?

Or get busy helping others find your state of enlightenment because the world needs critical mass to push and pull the collective mind, body, and soul out of self destruction?