Animals, Children, And The Working Class Comprise

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

Tumbling Into A Dark, Lewis Carroll Labyrinth Of Filth, Pursuing A White Rabbit Of Smut!

A Halloween-haired, Sachsgate-enacting, Estuary-whining, Glitter-lacquered, Priapic Berk How Dare I, From My Velvet Chaise Longue, In My Hollywood Home Like Kubla Khan, Drag My Limbs From My Harem To Moan About The System? A System That Has Posited Me On A Lilo Made Of Thighs In An Ocean Filled With Honey And Foie Gras'd My Essex Arse With Undue Praise And Money.

Perhaps If We Could Popularise Through The Techniques Of Branding And Consumerism, A Different Idea, A Different Narrative, Perhaps The World Can Change. After All It Changes Constantly And Incessantly, It's Just The Perceptions That We Have Are Governed By People With Self-interest And Are Not Inalignment With The Health And Safety Of Us As Individuals Or As A Planet.

I Think That There Is An Infinite Creative Force That Generates All Consciousness And All Matter And We Are All Connected And If You Align Yourself With This Infinite Creative Force Then You Can Be Positive And You Can Be Beautiful, I Don't Think Its A Person Or God, I Don't Believe In Any Particular Doctrine Or Dogma, Only That Humanity Is Connected.