The Faux Pas Press #109
Angels Embrace You
By Jason Fresh
How far gone am I? How far gone are you? I'm Haole, haole bread - I probably got more breath than brotha, sista, and even you. Now, in this new moment of eternity, all the concorses of angels sing new hymns to a new king, a new land, a new breed of insanity. But I think, I think that I know this - angels embrace you. They do, they do. Don't question me, you sonofabitch. I just spoke with the man who sank down with the whale, went to the deadly cages and came back well. As a matter of fact, he came back better than he was when that motherfucker left. Yep, he came better than when he left. In your darkest hour, the angels have come - starting on October 28th, 2011. It might seem like heresy or blasphemy or some shit, but I feel this now. Be apart of it. Open you heart to it. And you will be blessed. Now and forever - through out all remaining generations of time and through out all eternity. Shit! (I don't really know where all this is coming from. But bear with me. You'll see some more cool and unforgivable shit.)
Oh, I got some more shit to say. You, and only you, create and destroy every single day. You make crystal from matter of clay. You make this. (Not me. I'm might be an angel. I have not found out. I have not discovered. You might be an angel too. Why don't be here? Why don't embrace all the light that you've covered. Shit!!) Day 13 is tomorrow - the Great and Abominable Yoga Experiment. Wish me well. Shit!!
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