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September 21, 2006

Jesus is coming to Echo Park, again.

Mike from the great LA band the knifechase (myspace it) corrected all my spanish. Thank God!

Jesus is coming to Echo Park. This is not a rave. Jesus come to see lilies, biggest in America. You will want your own water. Ten thousand people must come, there will be a yard sale. We raise money for hotel room for Jesus. No sex. Don’t make Him sleep in bushes. He loves you. If you had sex on Mary you a sexual assault. Meet at red bridge red like blood and ten thousand doves. This is not a raid. Jesus has no good English. Spanish more good. Come early to be close.

Jesus make wine red like red bridge like blood – blood like red fire truck screaming on Sunset. Do you remember Jesus? He was young man dies for your mistakes. If you make mistake you kill Jesus. Jesus is so sad up in heaven he wait for you apology. Say sorry in Echo Park and Jesus no more triste. No more coraje o penas. Why you keep making wrong, las maldades things you say to people? You give up on yourself? You give up on us too. You will have torture if you give up. Hot rocks for floor. Hot air for breathe. Sulphur for in you eyes. You think you want this, because you give up. You think you no care. No te molesta?

You want fucking, drinking. You want feel good, but no help no one. This why Jesus cry. Water. Doves. Clouds and lambs. Red wine like bridge red like blood. Blood of Christ. When you die you feel bad. Fucking feels stupid, like running from police. Fucking because you no like person? Why you fuck you don’t like? No seas tonto. You tell your friend, they no care you fuck stranger. Feel bad for you but no say nothing. You keep fucking for un chingo de pretestos menos corazon. If not for heart, than why? You never look importante making like this. 2007 at 8 p.m. J is the tenth letter.

Why you boracho, all the time boracho? Maybe you kill friend mistake. No te molesta? C is the third letter. You drink like bad priest, fuck Mary if she come to your door. You would fuck the mother of god because you don’t pay attention. Madre del Cristo. Cojido. Coming to city, to cities only. Jesus is coming to Echo Park.

Echo Park Lake swimming pool next to Highway 101. Binary highway. 10 5 19 21 19 Go north OR south.

Northbound take Glendale Boulevard exit, turn right on Glendale. Park is on your right.

Southbound, turn left on Glendale, cross under freeway, Park is on your right after the light.

When you feel empty – putting cigarette smoke in your lungs will not fill you up, you breath it back out after some part of you dies. Is that what you love/love/love? You hungry you drink, it doesn’t stop the hunger. Why don’t you want to feel what is really there? How will you change the problem with this confusion? Don’t be so simple. You hide. Jesus has big hands.

Jesus isn’t wearing a robe, We bought him some nice pants and a shirt with the special offering money. He asked to look nice, but told us not to spend a lot of money. We bought him black shoes, without too much shine. There will portable toilets and food vendors. We expect long lines. Be prepared. This totals 74. Christ = 77. Subtract Jesus from Christ = 3. This is the trinity.

You do sex to have something to think about later, but if you were in love, you would think only of your lover. Jesus is not a cowboy. Jesus will ride herd on your ass. Jesus is not a cop. Jesus raped him with a night stick. Jesus is coming to echo park lake, red bridge like the blood of Christ, blood from the bodies of murdered men. All but one had been scalped. a wagoner had been strapped to his feed box, a hot skillet had been put upon his back. Several arrows protruded from the corpse. Jesus is coming to echo park lake. Jesus said that only coming to cities only. He was found nude and covered with a mattress in an alley around Western Ave. He had been shot twice in the chest and sexually assaulted. Cat hair was found on a number of victims. Blood of Jesus with a rainbow and 1,000 doves at 8:00 pm.

5 Comments

  1. writing more onto old stuff doesn’t make it new. quit messin’ with the horses and c’mince to writin’

    Comment by takeabath@hotmail.com — September 22, 2006 @ 1:33 pm

  2. I’ve accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior, and now I’m waiting to see if he’ll accept me as a friend on Myspace.

    Comment by e. march — September 22, 2006 @ 3:21 pm

  3. Nice!

    Comment by jon — September 22, 2006 @ 8:54 pm

  4. http://getbehindjesus.net/

    Comment by marc — September 30, 2006 @ 7:53 pm

  5. Brilliant writing, sir.

    Comment by matt — April 26, 2008 @ 3:38 am

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