I need to pee. You know, urinate,
micturate, orinar. Yellow flow, splashing, bubbles. Yell ow, if it
hurts (but it doesn't). Maybe if I had gonorrhea, if I were sexually
active, as well as unsafe. But I'm not. In fact, I take care of
myself. I walk, I meditate, I go the gym, sometimes I even do yoga.
I'm trying to eat less meat, sugar, alcohol. I take daily
multivitamins, which turns my pee neon. I do pushups at home, and
stretch, and brush my teeth, floss. I aspire to read a new book
every day, learn to speed-read, eventually read all the books in the
1001 “books you must read before you die”, as well as the Newbery
award-winners, the Bloom canon, and Bill Gates' recommendations. I
only read the best. I operate at the highest level. I write the
songs that make the whole world sing. You probably think this song
is about me. It is. I aspire to be all I can be, to aim high, to be
“Superbetter.” I supposedly have schizophrenia, but I have faith
that that will be behind me, someday. Mentally ill, to totally well. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I won't be
constantly angry. I will be good, in every way. Fit, sane, well,
strong, healthy, better, you name it. I will meet my challenge, and
rise above. Years of suffering will translate to supreme wellness,
equanimity, insight, wisdom, maturity, enlightenment. I will have
strong muscles, a “steel-trap” mind, a healthy bank account, and
many friends. I will make a difference. I will finish the thousands
of books on my reading list, plus some. I push myself to the limit.
In short, I will be God. I am already, but I will be more so.
Every day, I will be more Godly. Constant improvement, betterment,
progress, development, change will yield noticeable results. When I
die, I will be missed. I will piss, but not be pissed. I will be in
a flow state. I will reign from my porcelain throne. I will have
power, energy, electricity flowing from me. I will be in charge. I drank the electric kool-aid.
Urinate, you're in 8. H is the 8th letter. 8 sideways is
the symbol for infinity. Breath is br eat H. God is 3 letters,
G(7), O (15), and D (4). Sums to 26. 2 plus 6 is 8. Allah, all a
H. God is in the air. The spirit of God moved over the earth. Hurricanes and tornadoes are Acts
of God. When you breathe your last, you
expire, and give up the ghost, which is just moving some air around.
The butterfly effect could make any puff a hurricane. All of us
together, perhaps makes all the difference. Respire, inspire,
perspire, expire, aspire, church spire, there's a theme here. A
spy's ire. Let's bring sanity to humanity. And save the manatee.
And fan a tree, simply be, before being history. That's me.
My name is Jesse, Chuy, Jesus, Isai. I
speak spanish. I'm just another monkey, eating and breathing and
taking up space, moving things around, and thinking, contributing to
the psychesphere, the collective unconscious, what-have-you. My
vibes, my thoughts, my blog posts, my ideas, my decisions have their
ripple effects, like everybody else's. We're all Gods and Goddesses.
We're all part of God, which is reality, for humans, with words,
breath, and the need to be part of something larger, something
positive, the source of all goodness, and a comforting destiny
awaiting us when we die, among other things, like a way to endow our
opinions with greater authority, or enshrine love as the highest
value and purpose in our meaningless lives. God is happiness
psychology. God is a word, hypnosis, a meme, a concept to rally the
troops and unify peoples and give something for philosophers and
theologians to think and talk about. God is everywhere, always,
infinite, everything, eternal, perfect, loving, omnipotent,
omniscient, omnipresent; and, of course, completely fictional. God
is a man of war, and war is the art of deception. God IS, isn't he?
God is a role, a form. God is Santa, for adults. God is the collective goodwill of humanity. God is dog, backwards. God is lord, life or death, light or dark, love or despair. God is
good orderly direction, getting old and dying, the game of death, the
good old days, the goal objective and destiny, among other things
(good or diabolical?).
God is big, God is small. God is a
category 5 hurricane, or an ant's fart. God doesn't care what you
think. It's all good. Let there be peace on earth, and let it
begin with me. Say what? Bloodletting, somewhere, a gun (piece),
hater/heart (earth), gin, wit, middle earth. Words are chock full of
references.Chaulk.FU. Resume references: God thinks I would be an
excellent asset to your company: bright, a team player, disciplined,
creative, motivated, and friendly. He's one of the good guys!
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