Daru's Favorite

I still can not read what is in Your heart Y,ou sent to me.  What is in your heart for True? I explore the offerings. Our little Black girl We saw again this morning. She wants to love me. And squeeze me for money. I am not cheap but I do not like purchasing my friends. I am swollen with Biblical Treasures
and swollen left teste. Every morn I wake stone strong and pulsing and turning my blood to Lava. So much
that no one else sees. Things are growing just the way God be tell me. My dental secretary's son knows the fifteen year old boy shot right between the eyes. The Mafia this kind of thing did not happen. Uncle Wonton was a rich boon in Our life. Besides supplying Us with the finest speed money or love can buy, he was also a friend. No 15 year old boy can be trusted in crime. All in a position of any kind of power, need to understand life as it IZ. People who may think We be crazy, have not the courage to say so to my face. I wish they would. I tell people I am the long promised Prince of Peace. They believe me.

We have huge resistance. Every body knows We speak the True save in Loving matters. In the thrush of burning juice squeeze n drip, I feel thy Mona Lisa squeeze and Arthur is in turmoil. I know the potent of thy stink and my knees tremble. Why do I love you? I so wish I wanted you for anything but love.  I can prove the Roman Catholic Church is worshipping idols, That no pope since the year 360 AD has had any clue of scriptures significance and merit. They are playing a political game. Even in their prayers sickness Grows. Tell Brian I love him and I am grateful for his efforts on Our behalf. He is the only man I could dream of saying that to. The both of You worked like slaves to produce that one album. So much is woven into Our visions, it is as if We create Reality with Our think alone. They why did II let them cops kill my dog? I worked long and hard to bring my violent tendencies under control. I had another beautiful opportunity for a free kill. In front of three witnesses he assaulted me from behind. I live in a tough neighbourhood. He knew not a thing about fighting his mind had gotten into a warp anyway he nearly knocked me over if he had He would be dead by now and I would be in jail.

Clearly one uppercut which he was inviting like peanut butter is to mice. He would have been unconscious with one strike easy n then just step on his neck while he is laying prone but then I would be no better than that cop who shot Sammy Yeltsin. It was so inviting, and I was more than tempted. It would be like beating on a child my child. If he could fight it would have been kind of even and I just finished spending two grand on my two front teeth, nearer three actually.
If he had pressed the issue I would need fight to kill I no longer can afford to fight for fun. And just because someone insults me with out cause at all, is no reason for his death. I am more than a prison guard. Thank God. I am afraid to lose a hard won humility. I understand completely how easy it is for me to slip back into that arena of conduct. Like booze to an alcoholic. And how easy it is to be a jerk when you have all the support in the world you work for the canadian government you have a immediate get out of jail card when you take the job. Fuck little boys of ten twelve years of age, by the hundreds over a fifty year span. No charges were laid and the boys now men be paid to keep their mouths shut. Imagine being ten years old and taking it up the bum likely with no vaseline. Now you are God to these miscreants. Every day I get to cause Loss for free. I saw that very young. I intuitively knew it was no profit in them thinks for me. I know you have gone to great lengths to communicate with me. And all the people who helped I wanna thank. The deepest and finest way I know how. I know how to love too.

I am overwhelmed with the glory of it all. But even the great whore of Babylon need deep love once in a while. Owning this world is Hollow alone. God birthed a need in me for Y,ou. James Joyce had his girl wait eleven years for him to come home. You must have told me that story a good seven times. I am not Jimmy. See if that grabs a noodle or two. See this is what I lose without Y,ou all the fun in the world.

B