Jack Spratt

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"Irene Sznober: Jack I love what you write. I'm getting a glimpse of you and then you disappear on me!"

I'm an old man who presumes nothing regarding tenure or death since they are synonymous with my daily experience. And at that I presume nothing dramatic about either or both pressed face to face in faith. And by faith I mean not a female but the actual experience of God's intervention in so many near, or actual, death experiences that I no longer have an excuse for living or dying but just going with the flow of my sandbox buddy called by some: "God" Not a la petite morte experienced now and then memorable but not to the one being made love to or with. More simply said I am finding a reason to be celibate and have made a covenant that implies exactly what the word celibate implies. My love affair with God first, then myself, then M and now you is prized and valued above all the money in eternity.

The oddest part is that I make love with women indiscriminately touching that hurt place within them welding not marrying a relationship more divine: friendship. Of which sexual congress may play a role but one so small that it is irrelevant to me. And again and at that I, though I have smoked cigarettes since age twenty-eight in a futile attempt to commit suicide, am able to perform sexually and possibly create another child to live for itself and others.

But then what sane person knowing the present and future would propagate when there is no future for mankind? Or such a future so grotesque that it would be to inflect life upon a newly evolved form of cancer, AIDS, Ebola, insect, virus, or something so bizarre that I, even though for God would be/do anything required of me save within the parameters of a whole person meaning I'd inflect no death or harm sacrificing myself instead.

When I "disappear on" you it is merely that I am busy with converse in the sandbox of infinity with the "I AM." At the same time remaining merely an old man knowing for what to live and for which to die.

Imperfect, faltering, inchoate, mute, deaf, dumb, blind; a zero in time knowing better the original sin of judging anything including yourself as good or bad. My greatest longing for and of you is that you write long form the genius I intuit inherent in you & honey bunny that's an arrival or orgasm that will never end. Defining the difference between pleasure and joy explicitly my truth I give you in homage for your setting me free from the prison of my mother's bigotry and hypocrisy of sexual slavery and because of you I am re-virgin-ized fully found no longer castrated and that baby is a miracle you wittingly or unwittingly endowed me with.

Closing for now I would remind you that in God's love all things are possible or impossible maybe it's merely Karma?

To eat or be eaten alive.

And God is the greatest lover of all time.

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