When I was really sick
I thought I was writing the new Bible
Some competition I thought up between myself and the past
I can do better
I can do better
But, really, the only thing I preach is decentness to everything be it plant, animal, planet, sun, space
Maybe some extra love to throw in
And wouldn’t it be terrifying if I was some Paul?
Yikes, brother did not know when to shut his dang mouth
Also brothers didn’t know how to translate
Like dang try translating half this esoteric garbage
Note, most of it does translate into Japanese for reasons beyond my control
Oops I’m bilingual and cognitively the contents of a trash can and now speak sudolanguage
A sublanguage
Probably people can’t understand me anyways
It’s good to not be sick
But sick me is definitely more ambitious
Write Bible 2
Marry a famous person
Become prolific author
So ambitious
I wish just a bit that some of the work had paid off in some way
Though I’m fine to be the only one believing the things I do
It just really put me in my place for nothing to happen at all
My no where and nothi
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