Crave

 What You Want to Hear

I’m God, I’m in control, in charge, it’s all gonna be okay, don’t worry, be happy.   I hear you.  I know what to do.  I’ll answer your prayers.  Love rules.  Don’t worry about a thing.  It’ll be fine, relax, let go and let God.  Big Boss Man is looking out for you.  He’ll make it good.  

Truth

I can’t change a motherfucking thing.  Not one goddamn thing.  I can just spit words out onto my blog.   You can pray to me - let me know if that works out for you.  I mean, I have faith in myself, but I don’t know as far as that goes for anyone else.  There’s no feedback.   I’m an ignorant God, if I even AM, at all, in the first place.  I just like to think I am, play the role, is all.

How do you know who or what to pray to? Whoever it may concern? Jesus, shit, jew, beast, president, hey, ow, it…  T/wo, basically.  Larry, Shawn.    Well, whatever.   You can pick another number.   Like lottery.  Maybe you’ll get lucky.  Maybe I AM God.  Or the only one that actually exists, anyway.  The whole thing is a bit fuzzy.  Good luck, good skill, bon chance!

You can pray to Dog!  Dogs answer prayers, sometimes.  Right?  Woof!