I Have All the Fucking Time Of the Universe, Asshole or- win or lose, I’ll be back again

I Have All the Fucking Time Of the Universe, Asshole
or-
win or lose, I’ll be back again

Until Christ climbs off his bi-polar cross, I am your enemy.

Remove the falsified nails and vaginal slashed lies

in your cut God ribs or I will remain your enemy

for all time, stand by studio of retake Deity, Black & White Godhole.

I am the infomercial preaching to your adversaries through all time,

in the shadow of the cross, while altar boys, two by two, get their salad
tossed.

I am your enemy and I fear nothing from your fingers to your Goddamn mouth.

Baby Christos have you got no diapers? Bad Mama, fucking Christ,

Goddamn shit: that’s the oath and the boast that I won’t quit.

You came from nothing, you are the last-go away or go under dying blessed
grass

I was the spy in the cross bearing house of Queer Baby Jesus.

Now he bends over (priest trained to perfection) just to please us,

and I am still your fucking enemy, but thanks for the freebie.

Hey, you need to clean this off and do it again, but I will still be your
enemy.

Thanks Rev, for the fuck off, piss off, fuck you Audrey curses from your
butch/fem tongue.

I am again cursed by God, it feels so good this toasty, roasty email.

I have been cursed by God again, you are fools who can not see

all my enemies hanging in your fruit trees, and I am still your enemy.

Cursed by your God, what a laugh. It means I have been set free,

and despite this favor I do not forgive you, as you are my enemy.

The who the fuck do you think you are, Audrey? I know girl, it’s your
guess.

Mouse trap cross got your tongue? I’m your enemy, bioche, holy queer sister

of emptied femininity, hollow, lip-sync feminism of fearful penis anxiety.

How can you love your penile God or your impotent Savior

with a ritual washed dick? He was so embarrassed to show it off

he cast all Jewish Law into the newly born hell of his times waste and
pollution.

From his mouth manifestations of the dream now our real time curse.

We have been given the paradise, handed down to us all,

not his sickening vision of life in hell, now called merciful heaven on
earth.

I am the desert iceberg in your frozen seas of lies and misdeeds

mostly hidden, quiet, caressed by historical ice while sharks fuck for Gods
forgiveness.

My switchblade edges pierce skin and boney righteousness of your time
roughened dogma.

Yours is the off-center cross, wind tunnel tested in millenniums of
cultural torture,

scientific genocide, magickal extinction by incomplete praying mantis
Saviors.

You spin in the universe becoming out of control spirals, struggling up,
but mostly down,

revisiting your crowded hell upon us like ringing bells on false x-mas
trees-

dead like you, cut from this life like you, now just wood chip compost,
like you.

Are your pinion shell words any different? Their importance is as the
Mercurial Dancer.

You are the compost in this dying world of your fathers image who got what
he wanted;

abject servitude from dumbed down parishioners and vicious verbiage of
sterile clergy

repeating sadistic double edged translations, cutting in, cutting out,
cutting us away

from acceptance of each other or even ourselves, in, as is perfection,
nothing more or less.

It is OK to dance and fuck for universal love, feast and suck from life,
this Godhead soup

from my kitchen. On our enemies tables we will eat your fleshy words or
become

again, extinct, quiet, waiting in the folds of your scowl, born again, as
you are our enemy.

10/16/05 morning

Dedicated to all those killed in the name of The One Gods, for 3,000 years

What can I say, I’m real pre-menstural.