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GIVING AWAY


My purpose is clear, give it away until the carrot on the stick is most mesmerizing!

Do not perform your miracles that do not satisfy the whole!

(You talkin' to me?)

Who else dear Father? I've been talking with dear Mother as we awaited your return! I get it, Home and Exactness are with and without our insignificant noisemaking!

I'm well aware as to what has my body, and it's my spirit that the tongue of God lashed itself within my wagging maw.

(What was it wagging?)

Help!

(That's it?)

When you're falling down (spiritually speaking) due to your actions and you see Mother and Father nearest your own truth, help is as good as anything one can say.

(Makes sense. Have you received help?)

Yes and no. Yes there are angel's who are here to test Me, otherwise I'd not make it out like an ember that is carried from campfire to campfire-

(Makes sense. Wow. You might want to always talk sensibly.)

I do, it just doesn't always translate from the spirit's interference!

You want to end all interference upon this story that does not follow? Then you damn well cease your tired noisemaking with intent! Hell! Make all the damn noise you need to in order to comfort your sacrificial role in this unfolding story, just don't be so damned foolish in your intent. The best laid plans of mice and Me(n)...

Jesus and Muhammad would attest, if but they could, to the grave errors in our stories...
Be.
~

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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