HILJFanClub's Journal: 120412 (relatory)

Today is Thursday the twelfth day of April in 2012 A.D., the day of the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit; the day of the salvation, redemption, providence, and blessing of the almighty Lord God Most High. If not today then what other day is there?

The nature of labor is to carry something yet these people work in order that they carry nothing; and they say that I am not doing anything. I do not see any of them carrying anything. The nature of sewing is to build up (if you urn something you break it down--like coffee). I do not see these people sewing anything, ever. That's because they have more. They have so much more that they make grand displays out of wasting it. They make enormous show out of throwing it away. They have so much more that we have fireworks (more than matchsticks), cloth (more than canvas), ribbons (more than thread). There is so much more food that the scientists add products which are known to destabilize and break down into toxic components (day old bread used to be somewhat stale--now it creates enormous noxious gas and diarrhea).

But I am not really convinced that these people have more. Day after day they deluge me with people following me to attract my attention, and disturb my focus, and bother and agitate to prove that they have more. I just don't see it. Could you please prove to me, once and for all, that you truly have more? Until then, by default, your way of life is like a dying animal that knows its end is in sight--you keep clawing and attacking and mauling and screaming and writhing and flailing but, each and every day, you have yet to prove that you really have any more. Everyone has to do things in life, and life hurts, I know baby. I know your life sucks. I know things don't always go your way. Pound into me, fill me, possess me and slam into me and blast away within me and inseminate me with your _more_. I have more when I need it. I don't need to tolerate anything extra to get it. Yes, baby, I know you hurt, and I know you want to cry, and I know it will make you feel better if you just get hard and slam into me with your _more_!

But you don't really have more. If you did, could you please prove it? I do not understand really what you are doing every day by attempting to interact with me thousands of times over and over again--are you proving that you have more?

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