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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