Art ate my heart and spit out this crap

After being unable to express what I believe and feel through the standard methods of using language and speaking I’m trying to use art.

Funny thing is that I’m here to protest my story being prostituted for money- a fact you’re at a complete failure to get- so if I was a “sucessful” artist- would I not become the very thing that I came to protest about?

It verily is a form of madness within itself- over 100 works since I started a couple months ago:

paintings 004 paintings 009 paintings 014

God says to me, “Build me an ark.”

I told him, “You didn’t pay me for the last job I did for you, how am I supposed to afford the materials for an ark?”

“Its an analogy.”

“To what?”

“A flood, did you already forget what boats are for? I gave you an education this time around, and is not 67 feet of paper made from Mulberries so fine Moses with his papyrus would have been envious being shipped from as we speak? What more do you want? Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci didn’t have as fine of paint as what you have either, and your ink is in every way as black and smooth and permanent as the best Chinese calligrapher could dream! I’ve also given you plenty of information to work with- like everything that is known about everything without even having to go to a library for it, and statistics on reality so we need not go by hearsay any information or be mislead by politics.”

So I build I suppose, they all think I’m crazy and will not listen, but God says someday your barren deserts in which no amount of effort will make even a single seed sprout- shall become a bounty with lakes and rivers and reeds and birds and fish, and food- glorious food again! But you surely do need a better instruction manual than the ones currently in use that contains more up to date and useful information as well as analysis as to what has already been said/happened when such times become fertile for such and your ear is open. Its so tough to admit that someone else knows more than you isn’t it? I think at least a book should be devoted to the analysis of your ego. When was it that you came to believe you were God itself again? Not any worship of false idols or anything going on in those selfie shots is there? But you know it all huh? Sure, sure, you do…

Your attitude isn’t helping me very much actually- I’m really thinking about leaving your sorry asses on this planet where your greed and narcissism as well as callousness towards others suffering will obviously lead to everyone’s unfortunate demise- YOUR planet will be destroyed and YOU will be to blame. The end.

Take this job and shove it- I ain’t working here no more!

And if God meant for me to be listened to- wouldn’t it have at least given me some talents or skills or good looks or at least charisma since everything is just a popularity contest? Oh well, good riddance.

I know you’ll never listen no matter how many colors I paint it in, no matter how clever the examples I use, it will never ever be good enough for you! That is what I’ve certainly learned during the course of my lifetime.

I drown.

The paint won’t wash that away.

I’m just waiting for my house to burn down.

Then I will truly have nothing, just as God wants it.

All gone.

All destroyed.

All hope flew away on ashes, on smoke.

So much potential.

All gone.

Only bad people

selfish ones

live here now

where did all the good people go?

when you make a million saying that

but never get you were dancing in the blood

the blood

the blood


As God Is Known, So Is Woman

Though God may not give you the answers, you can certainly learn from your mistakes. 

Jesus Christ’s knowledge of God
is like his knowledge of women

though he’d seen them in passing
and knew what they were for
in the interest of his career and image
they were never thought of in that way
and if so, surely never spoken of.

  • For is love, are women, or any relationship trouble? Surely, but that is no reason to forgo the entire experience and think of it as “dirty”. We may be dirty, but we clean up real nice.

Buddha’s knowledge of God
is like his knowledge of women

he didn’t pay any attention
or value what he had
in search of better
while totally denying any responsibility
let alone time or involvement
in the family he created.

  • Love the one you’re with! What you have got, be it big or small, we all have roles and responsibilities to other human beings on this planet, which should come 1st before your own selfish interests. 3 lives are more important than just 1. Work with what you have got even though you may not have chosen it yourself.

Mohammad’s knowledge of God 
is like his knowledge of women

he couldn’t find the keys to the front door (clitoris)
let alone the one just inside the gate (g-spot)
though he had many chances
and you all thought he was an outstanding success
as life went on.

  • Sometimes it is more important to share joy than to hoard it all to yourself.

All of the above we are all guilty of, for the woman and God: we thought we knew all about- but we didn’t, we had what was important already- but kept searching for better, and if by chance we ever came across the truth about the whole thing, we would have been too embarrassed to relate such to others, let alone again to ourselves.

And this whole conversation is absolutely incomplete without the following caveat:

And someday maybe women not such a mystery, just as God.

But only if you listen to her.