January 18, 2013 Job to Aunt Patrice
Aunt Patrice,
Thank you for welcoming me into your life and reaching out to be a part of mine. You’re such a doll! The last time I saw you, you were wearing all black looking remarkably expensive with two beautiful black labs walking at your side, along the driveway of my parents’ house. I don’t remember the year but it was definitely before 9-11 and definitely before your breast reduction. Oh well, I guess the Mardi Gras award will have to be in remembrance of...
My take on God and all of the superstitions is pretty simple. There’s just too much design involved for there not to be a designer. I’ve never seen the air I breathe but can feel it filling my lungs when I pay attention. I’ve never seen the Holy Spirit either but have felt him in my chest just the same. Atheism is completely understandable especially compared to all the many confusing, absurd, illogical doctrine that’s out there. Mormonism isn’t excluded but I have to defend Joseph Smith because I just can’t find fault in a man for wanting more pussy. God bless him! Just because you’re one of God’s chosen vessels doesn’t mean you get a free pass and your life isn’t riddled with sin & temptation. All the prophets of old were a bunch of womanizing philanderers, sinners just like the rest of us. How could they not be?
Now let’s turn the page to what I have seen. I’ll be the first to admit, I was as high as a giraffe’s ass but that don’t mean I didn’t see what I saw. I’ve seen with my own eyes a demon, a shadow of some sort that had red eyes. I saw him clear as day and witnessed him jump inside my body. Like Conan the Barbarian by no means am I a scary person, but when I saw that thing jump inside my body, you would have thought I was Michael Jordan! I remember driving around later that day and thinking to myself, “Man, I got a demon inside me.”
I’ve also seen Satan at his very best and still to this day can hear that bitch laughing. Maybe I over exaggerated a little and could have more accurately explained that I’ve spent many years of my life getting punched in the head, but believe me Aunt Patrice, I don’t write fiction.
Why am I in prison? I’ve asked myself that very same question many times. One thing leads to another. This is the home of the unconscious (the living dead) where ignorance runs deep. My brain used me instead of me using my brain. I lost myself to a false self when I was just a boy. My life story isn’t one to be proud of. It’s been a horrible painful experience that my false self thoroughly enjoys. There’s been no form of genius on my part of Darcy-Clemons idiocy, starting with wetting the bed all the way up into manhood (26 years old). I still to this day rock in my sleep every night. Unbelievable! I don’t know why anyone would want to hear my story but if you want it you will have to help me and together we can rewrite The Book of Job.
My mother? I’ve also seen with my own eyes a little bird fly down and land on my mother’s shoulder as if she was Snow White. I’ve also watched her take care of Grandma Darcy with love and patience that’s beyond my understanding. I know exactly what you mean by saying “but I do believe in Mormons”. Life is a mysterious puzzle and no matter how hard you try you’ll never completely figure it out before you die. Atheism is a belief nonetheless and in my view it’s just as wonderful as all the rest. If a good and honest, hardworking man like Grandpap Darcy died in horror then I’m pretty sure I’ll die smiling. After all if you think you understand, then you don’t understand.
Love,
Job
Thank you for welcoming me into your life and reaching out to be a part of mine. You’re such a doll! The last time I saw you, you were wearing all black looking remarkably expensive with two beautiful black labs walking at your side, along the driveway of my parents’ house. I don’t remember the year but it was definitely before 9-11 and definitely before your breast reduction. Oh well, I guess the Mardi Gras award will have to be in remembrance of...
My take on God and all of the superstitions is pretty simple. There’s just too much design involved for there not to be a designer. I’ve never seen the air I breathe but can feel it filling my lungs when I pay attention. I’ve never seen the Holy Spirit either but have felt him in my chest just the same. Atheism is completely understandable especially compared to all the many confusing, absurd, illogical doctrine that’s out there. Mormonism isn’t excluded but I have to defend Joseph Smith because I just can’t find fault in a man for wanting more pussy. God bless him! Just because you’re one of God’s chosen vessels doesn’t mean you get a free pass and your life isn’t riddled with sin & temptation. All the prophets of old were a bunch of womanizing philanderers, sinners just like the rest of us. How could they not be?
Now let’s turn the page to what I have seen. I’ll be the first to admit, I was as high as a giraffe’s ass but that don’t mean I didn’t see what I saw. I’ve seen with my own eyes a demon, a shadow of some sort that had red eyes. I saw him clear as day and witnessed him jump inside my body. Like Conan the Barbarian by no means am I a scary person, but when I saw that thing jump inside my body, you would have thought I was Michael Jordan! I remember driving around later that day and thinking to myself, “Man, I got a demon inside me.”
I’ve also seen Satan at his very best and still to this day can hear that bitch laughing. Maybe I over exaggerated a little and could have more accurately explained that I’ve spent many years of my life getting punched in the head, but believe me Aunt Patrice, I don’t write fiction.
Why am I in prison? I’ve asked myself that very same question many times. One thing leads to another. This is the home of the unconscious (the living dead) where ignorance runs deep. My brain used me instead of me using my brain. I lost myself to a false self when I was just a boy. My life story isn’t one to be proud of. It’s been a horrible painful experience that my false self thoroughly enjoys. There’s been no form of genius on my part of Darcy-Clemons idiocy, starting with wetting the bed all the way up into manhood (26 years old). I still to this day rock in my sleep every night. Unbelievable! I don’t know why anyone would want to hear my story but if you want it you will have to help me and together we can rewrite The Book of Job.
My mother? I’ve also seen with my own eyes a little bird fly down and land on my mother’s shoulder as if she was Snow White. I’ve also watched her take care of Grandma Darcy with love and patience that’s beyond my understanding. I know exactly what you mean by saying “but I do believe in Mormons”. Life is a mysterious puzzle and no matter how hard you try you’ll never completely figure it out before you die. Atheism is a belief nonetheless and in my view it’s just as wonderful as all the rest. If a good and honest, hardworking man like Grandpap Darcy died in horror then I’m pretty sure I’ll die smiling. After all if you think you understand, then you don’t understand.
Love,
Job
