seismic religion speaks volumes.
(except when you're floating,
unable to be threatened by
trivial matters such as that.)

i am deaf, i am mute, i am happy.
--my mantra for dealing with
everything unsavory.

don't hear it, don't speak it.
it doesn't exist.

for your information:
i am completely satisfied
with my lack of spiritual sanity.

because nothing ruins the mood
better than hearing the voice
of god telling you that your
kind of love sends you straight
to hell.

and anyway, i'd just come better
if i wasn't hearing the voice of
ignorance blaring in my head.