Psalms Chapter 36: A Totally Tender Empathy Kiss From A Lunar E-lip By A Fool Heart Blow Hard That Became A Total Supernova (Or A Total Eclipse Of The Hate Leads To Love After A Daze?)
1: From the Leader of the Band, A song for Dylan, a last waltz for the servants of love and human kindness:
(simply using the ancient form is old fashioned and brings a steely gaze to your viewers instead of providing a true waze to kindness, right? so can we please try to change the form? do you want to know the reason i don’t use the term lord? you probably already do, right? isn’t it the same reason we should change away from the name of the guy with the crown of thorns, even if he is korean born and kind of sweet? let’s start referring to that wise old guy as john snow, it’s closer to the toilet bowl where those corrupted ideas should actually sit, cause that’s the way they stink, and we should flush them from the toilet of all hearts, along with the simple desire for cash, a guy named johnny told me so, that’s why i go straight to the source, god is tenderness plain and simple, why bother saying it any other way, isn’t kind divine? Just like you and me? And Cain and Abel?)
2: Idle thoughts of love lost and lazy hands will lead to grievous transgressions that speak to and from your wicked mind, in there I fear, before your eyes you have no respect for the divine incline and the never ending math equation: patience and love for strangers.
(don’t be a lazy fuck, do stuff, and be nice to people)
3: Your gifts and surface talents, word play and pornography for the deprived in the city of unrequited hugs will blind your eyes in the blue river of Narcissus, you will see yourself through a rose-tinted mirror, but your lies and iniquity will be seen by others and you will be despised and hated by all.
(blah blah, this one is self-explanatory, we all make new propaganda out of our lives, we turn them into lies, and put them on a line, a blue screen stream where we seem to be like gods, it’s kind of fucked up, but hey, you need some swagger to play this game, right? even if everyone else sees through it?)
4: The words of your mouth may gleam but they will be empty steam, stemming from iniquity and deceit; for pondering wrongs in a bedroom alone will destroy your wisdom and you will do no good.
(having fun just posting porn? good is in the act, presence is in the hand, and then the spirit will lead, at least that is how it works for me, what about you? if we just share lots of stuff, can we gather any meaning? don’t we just get over loaded with the smiling faces and the cum stains? what’s a real life like, like anyway?)
5: sHe will lie awake in bed, devising foolish plans to capture plunder lost long ago, sleepless dreams ladle false wishes and whys that are not wise nor good; they abhorreth not evil.
(we all got wrapped up in a crazy delusion, we blew ourselves into bubbles, we get it, but shouldn’t we like to know all sides of the story, or do we not need to? remember you always can hit us up, we don’t care what’s going on in our lives, we are always happy for a friend’s real call or real talk, right? i’m writing that now, but isn’t the truth ever changing, over time and changing circumstance? isn’t that why the bible became a lie? because they fixed it on a line? only honest, humble dreams can come true, right? and what about questions? but the dreams of who? now, that’s a tough one…sorry dude?)
6: The lovingkindness of the spirit of light and ineffable might is in the sky and the sun and the moon and stars and all that lies beneath and above them; your faithfulness and presence lives in all things, connecting and unifying relationships through tender love and kindness, and the occasional peanut m&m and he-she-whatever-they-say kisses.
(the divine or god or the goddesses are everything even you and me, right? so isn’t empathy always the key?)
7: You are righteous, and your mighty mountains mold my eye, and when I cup my hand, I see only them; but isn’t it just through a dark grey blue-ish sky, and then your kindness and your judgement can seem so far, but your wisdom is deep and a friend’s love can preserve even a man or wow-man who is a beast.
(always respect any sharing boundaries, and ask what are they?)
8: Your love is the most precious gift of all the divine, and the children fortunate to take refuge under your bottom wings, such perky, tight delights, are the most blessed of all.
(don’t forget the psalmist was kind of a dirty old guy too…)
9: To behold your true orbs and the tender soul inside is to know the true Goddess of all, the dopeness of your herb and shelter, and the beauty of your inner river require men to drink deep to give you pleasure.
(that can be done as easily as looking into the eyes, isn;t that the beauty of metaphor? we can choose the meaning of the word, right?)
10: You hold the fountain of life in your palm, the essence of light is your balm, and will you hold my hand? Because I see the grand sun, making her stunning rise, right?
(or we can just walk side by side, it’s all about the stride, i just want to pick your mind, aren’t friends the best?)
11: Please continue loving me, I know you, and you know I’m upright in heart, we can have a total eclipse of love, no longer vampires in the dark, but beautiful moons reflecting the sun’s glow and sending it to the other earthlings.
(did you hear the interview with the person who wrote total eclipse of the heart? they said you have to listen carefully to the lyrics because originally it was intended for a Nosferatu musical but the wind blows things where it may, and now it’s a love song for us all, right? but doesn’t it say, love is the only way hate can be overcome?)
12: Do not let my pride deny me and neither should yours cause you to hide from the fairest light that we can share, don’t let wicked hands take you away, and don’t let my good words and questions drive you insane.
(i just want to be your friend, do you?)
13: Those who cannot abide like the dude, will find the place where the workers of iniquity are fallen; fore they are thrust down, and not able to rise.
(let’s go bowling sometime?)
And on this we add one final line, from Alan Watts, a little bulb sharing this same divine light in a slightly smaller form:
“Muddy Water is best cleared by leaving alone.” (August 21, 2017–7:38 PM)
(i’m going to go listen to muddy waters right now and take a walk)
Golden vinyl recording warning this thing spins on repeat…do you get the beat? It’s for tune and you, not fortune we seek, right?

