The Faux Pas Press #81
20 March 2011
By Jason Fresh
LORD
Meeting death, the Hoarders of Thought cry out, “Lord, lord, if you are somewhere, please save us.” God becomes the refuge, the cavern of thought to which fearful men flee when they encounter a foe. My life, until the age of 26, was spent in the idiocy taught me by fearful men seeking comfort in a cavern of thought. No wonder I have been so angry and live my life now with only one refuge, only two real judges, and three main virtues. My one refuge is the Topaz Lounge – a place in the MIND where I live free of conflict (and I suppose it is just as fantastical as a planet called Kolob or the Celestial Kingdom). I am there with the two great judges of my life, the Maiden and the Little. If you are not convinced of your own purpose then you will not find yourself there. You have been expelled by the Board. And no fucking Elohim or Jehovah will grant you pass. Three main virtues buy your ticket – awareness, curiosity, and clarity. In a maze of madness, don’t cry out, “Lord, lord.” He doesn’t know you. The miracles are where you’re looking for them. Also, your children will judge you – not the Board. Fuck you, Lord. (Oh, happy National Agricultural Day.)
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