In a wild city that had wild horses that didn’t run amuck to their own demise, once held together by small town logic and planned out infrastructure, executed in real time. Let’s applaud it, raise the prices, pony up . We held together a fun and naughty reputation, held on hard and gitty’d up. bridled by the graveyard shifts of its residents, pre-covid. By big claims of sin, of inequity, of wins. Isolated mysteries so well hidden the Smithsonian got away with its cover up. dry heat bakes us and bones begin to rumble, water levels low, oil drums resurface. Buoyant souls bobbing , reaching for the sunlight, for salvation still. can you imagine if that’s how it really worked?

desolation hangs and a lack of clarity hovers like the actual fright of neon green lights alit in hot desert skies . That’s not neon.?. the heat waves visible. tourists flock here and none of it makes sense. I want to work for God here. I think I might be stuck here.

nights are hot, our knights are golden. If you drive a Tesla you are the top echelon or are you homeless? Here we go again. WHAT POWER do we reign in? Solar flares and shit is angry here.

To let us sink or swim in fields of shit. That is not my power. Saddled in it one way or another. God let freedom win. Emotionally Ill equipped to grab hold of the power within. That’s our real prison. drown in sin or realize we are powerless? 24 hour choices, man. Genius being marketed as the city built on winners, but I have no investment in it. I want to talk with you about salvation. If God gives us Grace here then what is deemed ‘the faithful”and where are they? Who can runaway here? Can anyone escape here? Am I even able?

I tried last night, wanted to get a piece. My FWB still calls me. The full moon taunts me. I look i want I refrain. I… FUCK this city is populated by the lonely.

Every city is.

A man enraged punches the judge repeatedly in the face. The magistrate has black eyes, the enemy should know me. the principalities I’ve met don’t scare me. There, I said it twice.

Fear is not of God.

God, his judgement , the fact the sleeping have not / will not/ just now woke up. That … God help me. That scares me. That I’ve walked along in duality, in 113 degree saturdays and then 66degree ac so as to maintain a false comfortability ?. Extremes? I painted myself eating my extremities: that’s my lunch, such shame. Such gluttony. If I cut my nose to spite my face one hurts way way less suddenly. Wanna talk some more about pain?

In the balance of “I choose nothing because I want everything RIGHT Now. !! You find the gluttony of a buffet, offers of this and that but none of it is seasoned to taste. None of it is as good as what momma used to make. Not good, not bad. Is there Balance found in Luke warm choices or will He spit us out? No choice is a choice they say. The lack of it disgusts the powerful creator who gave us a will to choose.

The lord meant this life to taste delicious in moderation. a golden goose, a golden egg. But that was pre covid . Let go of your desires wasted. your fomo . Like Vegas did its buffets, mid covid . Shut down your choices . Choose to taste and feel and be filled by substance, love, quality. That’s the goal today.

That’s all I know today.