Call Me Israel Hands

Concerning Lilith, and of the Lillum:

I’m not religious, none of this is real, have fun.Ask alot of people and they don’t know who Lilith is ( though they will know this painting ).  The story goes, in the garden of Eden Adam and Lilith were created out of clay, and Lilith wouldn’t be subservient to Adam because they were made of the same thing and thus equal.  So god cast her out of the garden, and she became a demon.  God then created Eve of Adams rib, and since eve was made from Adam, she was thus indebted to him and subservient.  This is just one of many many bouts of sexism in the bible.We are children of Adam and Eve...or are we?  Wouldn’t it be a real kick to find out we’re actually the Lillum, of Lilith, and maybe Eves offspring were actually saved despite their parents nose and went to some other existence somewhere.  It’s easy to make the religious people go rabble rabble in atheist terms, but don’t tell them gods dead, or challenge their ideas from a standpoint that you believe in their ideas, it drives their little minds crazy.   Are we all demon children?  Have the Lillum been abandoned by their former god?  Has it been Lucifer, who has always pitied man been the one to keep us afloat in this chaos?  Don’t worry I’ll rant about Lucifer too later.  God says hes a spiteful vengeful god, perhaps you are dirt to him, hell even better maybe you made god kill himself to escape his last great mistake.

"I will work as long as my life remains. Working for my food is what has made me happy in this life." (Gatlang, Rasuwa)

“ Jimmy’s teacher was very annoyed, he gave Jimmy the cane, he shared his syringe with a class full of boys, now they all want the same, heroin heroin, and cocaine, heroin heroin and cocaine... “

In touch.

Feed your head.

Facebook is just filled with suicide awareness posts today, everytime i log in infact its some new obituary from some junkie i went to school with or whatever, the ones not od’ing are blowing their faces off...

Nows where I pretend to feel bad, pretend we were good buds, and pretend the worlds worse off without em, when infact, its the exact opposite in every way.  7 billion people, mostly useless, go ahead and blow ya face off, no one gives a fuck.

Having overcome seasickness, and having found my sea legs, I now take great pleasure in climbing to the crows nest at sunset and enjoying my ration of rum heaving to and fro in the waves.  The wind is already starting to chill at night, but in a most refreshing way.  I still know no one on this ship, many people speaking languages unfamiliar to me, and have consequentially often been lost in my own thoughts.  The vast unending sea still seems a foreign visage, however I am slowly acclimating to it, and between anxious contemplation of the wide open spaces find it to be aesthetically pleasing.  Looking out at the wild blue yonder I cant help but contemplate what secrets it holds, and what fates lie on its varied shores.  No man is an island they say, perhaps we are simply archipelagos, and the sea is our only binding commonality.