childhood scatological in the extreme

Lingua Franca of my childhood scatological in the extreme and of other perspectives lewd and irreverent I knew before Army Barracks or sailor brothels at my mothers knee. An ugly childhood scene reprise the advantage to me point set match volley again another time like now i'd known my penis or my sisters vagina essentially excretory and as happenstance will do Mother thought i'd penetrate her daughter and second child the disparity of six years between us Thus we were sucked into vortex maelstrom of mothers loathing being a woman and sexual we the product of. Some who know and love me well accept with outraged protest my reentry into the hell of my life a pearl mine for me If a writer I be i doubt and/or poet either neither it is for others to judge where i reside in their esteem not me for by writing i've grown to an estate sovereign oblivious to the esteem, praise, or damning me unto endless rot in hell's embrace since from hell's embrace have i arisen

To you explicitly Ellen Flores Mohr http://culturalbook.com/profile/EllenFloresMohr587 

regarding your wonderful "URN" such as i know of it for now. You are more than a 'writer' something vastly grander: a STORY TELLER kin to the teller of parables Jesus in my esteem of you. Of writers there are trillions who speak publicly or in private their prayers oblivious their Audience the Creator of all songs; thanksgiving or dirge, with sighs whispers doggerel never lit as your's are theirs the sulphur wiped away while your's ignite at sight.

Given birth by an extremist and taught by her to be burnt at the stake of her intransigence I will ignore all save God to strike me instantly dead should the meditations and words of my heart mind and soul lead anyone astray the Love of and for God. . . .At that i'll always dance upon the razors edge of obscenity barefoot in applause the no speak diarrhea of politicians and those who pretend to know the Creator of Us.

>>>>>>>>>>moving on to Conservative values etc.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

I met him first, he insisted that he be addressed by his retirement rank of _______________ and I honored that until close to his end nearly healed of his original complaint and reason for patronage of hospice. Finally fell from a heart attack. Receiving communion daily -- not my badge or rank -- though in another shard what's become of the church of Jesus, otherwise impermissible to me now.

I met her later then latter on the family and loved them all though by nature, nurture and choice i am not Catholic in the traditional sense. And at that never will i conserve what they espouse yet i helped the widow move and she inundates me with conservation slogans and Snark. i've no heart to tell her or spam block her. And then, oh dear God, then she asked how i am --- well my dear i'm speechless that's how i am when and if you sincerely ask?

I will, like Jesus did, shake the dust from my sandals and leave them in peace. Not bombard them with my love or proffering of peace, harmony, concern for the dying, the poor, those without anything save God to have joy experiential in truth, the reality of their existence; naked and hungry unlike you and yours, kith and kin.

So.

No.

I'll say nothing offering no bromide except to say sincerely I'm well thanks for thinking of me.
if i know myself well and god too then "the fear of God" merely means, at least to me, the fear of God's awesome love.

Be not well but adored by the Author of Love

. . . & the tombs darkness a bit brighter word by word

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