Hard to Write down, in a spurious type of mood like this.Writing like this is weak. I turn childish or devilish, when so and so is concerned.†Mummy was dead, ..."because they hide behind those brown curtains and smoke."I was so high, I was inside the End of the World. I stared at the Cat, at my kitchen table chair. Cat turned to the kettle.†\
"Have some soup, Cat."
I sat in my chair. For Hours. I stared and stirred the vegetable soup.
"The entire World killed, and we have left nothing. This soup. "---
We can Save. We can Save.All that staring into the make-up of the Universe, suddenly i have you in my hands, I am giant, I hold the atoms, and the stars, I can't eat, I can't touch. But I'm carrying the Beginning.
Being in this vision, is like, The Entire
.I can't explain, the complete immersion into God. Air is different, Sky is dead. Love is High
.Everything has meaning. Every single tiny word or action, is in God, or in Hell .All is black, you both wear black to hate. I am hoping to fast, I like it. I do it, because I am poor. ", Cat, I'm terrified!"I have to be clean, clean, but I'm rolling in smelly blankets, forgetting my teeth."I've gone Insane!"
Books are scary in this house, I looked round the garden, into the back door, slithered in and made, coffee...."I'm dreaming, I† have all this Hope...""It's this house, there's no room for the spirit..."The Envied rolls, he rolls spearing walls, laughing, they scream....he laughs, they scream...He blackens, they function against black, like green for the red...he shoots, dagger, dagger...rolls round laughing....they scream, like spit...he rolls laughing...they redden, further knives through walls...they scream.He wants them to die, because they want him dead.That's the reason.They want him to die, because he wants dead.
He hates them, they are stupid.They spit on the walls.He doesn't lend daggers.Unless they pick them up when he throws.He hates!! And spits and spits!!!They are all stupid!!! Not like Insane!! ??They sick. They are stupid. They hate everyone.He spits!!They burst through walls, with powers of hate.All the daggers have been thrown.They are losing, and that makes him laugh. He hates laughing, he hates to even know of them. They are stupid. He is envious of fools. His envy is fire like Love. It's been lost.More walls and walls.========I won't wait to be asked..." "I think I need a cup of tea."=================I've been in this Summer, forever, I wake as the cats run in and out of the doors, "Morning Sweetie!" I wake up for that, and go back to sleep, I'm soaking hours in the bath, instead of getting up and going