The word of the day is CARNAL - say it with me - you know like the Taco Bell commercial:
"Say, Carne"
"Kar nay"
"No say it sexy like Ricardo Montalban, Carrrrrne" (God rest his Latino Soul)
"Kaaaar nay"
Some a yas already got the mind in the basement but basically carnal just means flesh. it's no more NC17 than ordering a nice bowl of chile con carrrrne at your local mexican joint. It's meat, people...and you know we're all just walking sacks of meat, right?
So here's my bent, lathered up and foamy as only a Tam can make it with the usual constraints and audits and trippin' I do. It doesn't have to be a sin to be stupid. It doesn't have to have "HELLBOUND" stamped all over it to be a roaring waste of time we ain't got. Satan ain't blowin' up the asbestos lined floaties just for you every time you eep out an ooey gooey poem or launch a blogattack against the latest ousted official with the "HIT ME HERE" tat between his brows. It's not gonna make one bit of difference in the mighty scheme of things if you choose to piddle away your gifts by posting electronic eros on the bandwidth and certainly the Al to the my T Big Daddy J isn't gonna flash a gangsta symbol at the door and tell you to bounce on down south with your extra crispy self cuz you spent your days feeding your never sated ego....He's gonna open his arms and welcome you in...cuz that's how He rolls.
But get this: You may be prime rib today - but tomorrow you're corned beef hash and the next day Holy Bovines you just may be a happy can of KenLRation. God never changes but people are freaks. People are fickle. And people will leave your broke down ryhmes on the curb. God doesn't have to put this dog on a chain. I've dealt with enough JERKS to get the correction, si?
If you've got talent and you are even remotely tryna convince the OP's, the PTB's and anybodys baby anybody that you are even THINKIN' about representing God - then SPEAK IT. Don't waste your precious ink or your limited time stroking any part of the masses. That's noise. Write with integrity. Write something that won't rust. Write something that wouldn't make you power dive under the pew if it was crawling across the big screen on Sunday. Cuz baby, your words....they wait in your future...and they will help you, or hang you. Your choice. I know you're smart enough to know that nothing escapes God anyway. He knows what he gave you and the condition it was in when it was placed within....Pure, unblemished, beautiful, priceless....unique...yours....
Now if you're a pagan, an aethist, or just a stripey cat worshipper, do your thing....this doesn't apply to you.
I'm out. I got some floaties to blow up. Unlike God, my love and my time is limited and I don't have enough of either to waste. Peace.