HomelessInLaJolla's Journal: 121011 (La Jolla, CA, 92037, war v6.078)

War in La Jolla, sixth year, seventy-eighth entry

Lord...

These people... they sexually interact with dogs for money? What am I supposed to do with them? They rape their own speechless babies because they forgot their own sounds. What am I supposed to do with them? They have no idea what to do with their life, so they sell themselves off as dog sluts, animal sex freaks, just for the opportunity to have a microphone system and somebody else to tell them what to do. For the chance to have a push-button to make noise--they sexually interact with anmals. Lord, what am I supposed to do with them? They obsess over their animals, they use their animals for their safety device, the cowards use animals as their talisman of power and authority. Even the males have a sexual obsession with dog testicles and dog penis for their self-worth and their righteousness. What kind of shit is that, Lord?

On the road in Texas, Lord, I got to bitchin' and moanin' about the walking and the cold and so you stuffed me in a box for three months to let me know how good it was out there. Now I'm feelin' kinda righteous about this. I have improved my temple far beyond any of these people. In the acceleration of life they're all on the downhill, getting worse by the day, as they cling to their dogs and their mockeries, their fakeries, and their lies. What is wrong with them, Lord? Why are they addicted to sexual interaction with animals for money?

Would you let a dog jizz all over your face for a dollar, Lord? For the opportunity to spread hostility and violence and disturb others, would you let a dog jizz all over your face? I didn't think so. What's wrong with these people? They're so confused that they do not even know when to breathe. Desperate, they are, so desperate to be told when to breathe that they allow a dog to jizz on their face and enter their anus, their rectum, their lower digestion. They believe it gives them power and authority.

Lord, they hold their breath and fuck dogs...

What am I supposed to do with them? Will I be given the privelege of snuffing them to sleep on command? That predicts to be the only useful solution to their perpetual idiocy.

When the time for pentecost was fulfilled they were all in the upper room--ie. place your tongue on the bell in the back of the mouth, then shove your tongue up your nose. See how you fail? In a few weeks I will have complete speech control in the upper room.