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... Okay, enjoy yourself and watch out for all the evil in the world,
james
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hey tomek, heres is yelva and the other thing i read that night. ...
The first me I found on a site called Hampton Road’s protestant churches
And it turns out that I’m a reverend giving mass sundays at 9am 10am 12pm in Virginia
And now suddenly I see myself in a moment of clarity going AND IN OUR TIME OF NEED WE SHALL KNEEL DOWN AND PRAY TO THE LORD AND THE LORD WILL HEAR OUR NEEDS and going PUHRAAAAAISE THE LORD
And sweet jesus I feel the gospel welling up in me and heavenly light pouring down
But god almighty now having found redemption I realize the vast potential these me’s can have on I myself
And I eye the power of a network of me’s in a world of blindeyed barriers of thems
Selfless thems selfish in their pursuit of identity in conformity
Lo and behold I have now found quantity as well as quality in I myself and me
Well
In the next few matches I appear in obituaries
And I am saddened
May I rest in peace, amen
But then I see the necessity of casualty in my brotherhood of me
And I think of the thousand glorious deaths I must have suffered throughout my long history
Glorious deaths as righteous gunslingers in ponchos outnumbered in shootouts in Mexican desolate deserts of deception
Glorious deaths as saintly beatniks by the bloody hands of inbred rednecks
Glorious deaths as idealistic buccaneers mountaineers explorers of the mind and finders of the soul
Glorious deaths as glorious as mel gibson’s death in braveheart or che guevara’s death in Bolivia
So I read these documents of my death in proud spiritual defiance
I read these documents
James Dorson passed away quietly
In his sleep
James Dorson passed away peacefully
In his sleep
In loving memory of james Dorson who passed away on the eve of Christmas 2000
In his sleep
Weeeeeeel
I guess even the heroic ancestors of me’s needed a good nights rest after a good days hardship
And a good nights rest I got
But I continue my search in cyberspace for sites carrying my face
And I find myself as a lecturer at the universidad de napoli
And I see me slamming out Italian trigonometry
And I find myself under a site called north American themes and problems
I find myself engaged in Indian-pakistani folk embroideries
I am a Colorado civil war volunteer barging out of no-man’s land into Dixie-land
Making my last stand to the rhythm of a marching band
I am a poor house inmate and a jailhouse fugitive from a crime I committed to revenge my soulmate
I am an anonymous alcoholic every night fighting the urge yellowskinned watching sitcoms
Haunted by the memory of my late wife
I am the white trash trashing myself in the red light district
I am STEREOTYPES written in bold and capitalized
I am dazzled and tantalized by the extent of my lives
Dizzied and amazed by my many me’s
I am strange and secret people
I am to be found on sites of crappy jokes and jewish archives
Sites of human rights and sites in japanese that I cannot read
But conclude that I must be the mysterious Buddha of Tokyo nightlife
The mysterious Buddha of pokemon’s wet dreams
The mysterious Buddha of kama sutra
I am the lizards of mexico
And I am
Faintly disappointed that no porno popped up
No james and the busty brunettes or james in cheerleader heaven
I am a student at helsingør gymnasium class ’97
I am unexplored territory
An ecosystem of systematic chaos
Now what am I myself and me to do with my franchised self
I see only one thing to do
To not explode in a big bang collapsing the shaky cardhouse of my core
I must come together
I MUST UNITE! ... she wanted the world to know. ... com/) believe that we have a soul, and that through raja-yoga meditation we can rediscover our inherent purity and peace, and ultimately connect with the, now dont laugh, "supreme soul" for strength and a juicy refreshment in this hot and damned world. ... matter is corrupt and perishable, the physical world is illusory (its all in the mind - like matrix, you know, wake up nemo stuff), and soon well be entering a new golden age of peace and love (however, and this is a queer idea to be held in this peace-loving haven, the golden age will only come after a massive volcanic eruption in america that poisons three-fourths of the worlds population - sister raji told me this with an almost sadistic calm - she said shed already heard about it on the news, and im wondering what the hell shes referring to, is it an analogue to bush jr.
Approximate Word count = 4554
Approximate Pages = 18.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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