the good book says dont pay attention to wealth down here

big house

it says its a fools game. that it amounts to nothing. that it fixes nothing. that our treasure is not here but in the kingdom of heaven. that if we like pools and hottubs in winchester square imagine what theyd be like on cloud 9 with marilyn sitting poolside and hendrix strumming from under the cabana

and dean martin mixing the drinks and kurt cobain plucking the mandolin

the good book says that down here we have other goals that we should work on, like helping the poor and being good to each other and reflecting light

not absorbing it.

i am a sinner in so many ways its incredible that im allowed even to walk outside without getting struck by lightning. my mind is a sewer, my heart is unpure, my writings are so filthy i have to put a disclaimer on my collected works

and worst of all i dont think ive ever fully satisfied a woman except that one time a long time ago, but that girl was on drugs and drunk and who knows if she was really telling the truth, although hips dont lie, i suppose.

but today is a new day, a blank slate, and thats what the good lord wants for us all, to know that the reason he forgives sins is so we can move on, unfettered, so we can be better, so we dont think to ourselves oh why even bother im so far behind the 8 ball who cares. well we all care. we all want everyone to do and be better because we are all monkeys in the barrel hoping to get a monkey arm in our face which pulls us up.

tonight imma drive because i gotta pay off these springsteen seats i got which are in the furthest recesses of the night, but im in the building. and id rather be in the nosebleeds in heaven than front row in hell.