https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYbffEsYkig *

he was an əˈvanjələst(pronounced evangelist) of a kind  not an awful godspeaker or converter won over by godma(godmanics) who want tohave to mainline their type of faithdrug*

his kind of əˈvanjələst was one who uttered Common Sensewho warned Beware the harbingers of doom and dearth

they didnt looked prophecticdidnt look like their Awesome words  spitpolished and shined coiffured  real dandys

and if theyre only preaching Gods Word

                             how was it so many of them(and theyre many) how did they afford their upscale clothing  jewelry  the expensive cars

Ohyes  Yes(he was so stupid) 

                     those who follow them want them to have the dressings  they cant have them be unattractive or looking paltry 

after all theyre selling the incendiary wealth of Heaven  Immortal Life after Death

theyre obliged by this-worldlys first rule of salesmanship  looking the part  looking successful

even though Christ was dressed shabbily  

He wore rude garments 

granted He took meals with the boys(and Mary Magdalene)  famously their Last Meal  though he didnt remember

da Vinci capturing the thin pale check to be paid(No  he looked again to be sure  No check)

then he was confident too that after dining evangelists werent picking up checks either 

converting is a heavy lift

taking peoples language and their writings is a heavy lift

they have to be so tired by the end of the day

it has to be hard lifting a spoon to feed themselveslet alone making a meal

the very nice thing about Common Sense  you share it  and then you let people decide for themselves 

there are no promises at the End to be fullfilled     

0744,  Twosday,  28  3. 17

1393 days remaining though quickly assuming fewer(Russian by)

* Evangelist  Im in Love Tonight

Evangelist  God Song  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gCmXCoFvCM “Let the prime numbers rise”

Cul de Sac  This is the Metal that do not Burn  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy9POTjGGxI

it was strange  but he lived for strangefor the unexpectedfor the obscure that didnt cost an arm or a leg(others fascinated the wealthy who opened their purses and let money to their perchance because they were tagged expensive
so expensive that only they could afford  and they pissed away money which others didnt have or couldnt afford to waste  hot hands yanking cocks in the back of leatherseated limousines or slipperyfast quibbling fingers at clits)  

he supposed rare gratifications might be called luxury

a man walking a bicycle crossed in front of him on the road as they swapped sides of the street

they crossed left shoulders sixty seventy metres from one another  and walking up alongside their respective curbs in opposite directions the bike-walker called to him  Were you in the service

NO

he may have said it too abruptlyhe took offence being misconstrued a pawn

perhaps it only sounded so in his ears  a dogs bark  whistle

                                              but he was reading

and holding a book in front of ones face shouldnt be difficult to miss

they continued walking unspoken in opposite directions

THEN

            a good ten minutes later walking on the towns main thoroughfareMain Street for all intent and purposeswalking in the bike lane he glanced up ahead to see a sunburnt man sitting on a bench at a bus stop

when he walked up so that he was alongside the sunburnt man he heard him say to him Good morning sir  and looking up out of his book to his right to acknowledge the Good morning he saw that the man was sitting erectprior he was sloughing  he held his hand crisply in a salute his fingers at the edge of the visor of his ballcap 

there was an anticipation in his eyes  as if he expected a snappy salute in return

he said Good morning 

                  he wasnt into the fraud of saluting when he hadnt and wouldnt have submitted to military service submitted to being a GI  government-issued  property of the State

Fuck you

1438,  Monday,  27  3. 17

1394 days or less remaining

“ ‘Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt,’ ” or so says Lucio in William Shakespeare’s Measure For Measure. (the fear of failure atychiphobia can weigh heavy on a person’s shoulders)  found here: http://drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4150896-far-from-a-minor-life--dis-meets-sir-was

he thought hed have more stories from his trip back east to the land where Drumpf would never show his facehes at least that smart  the city of big shoulders they would crush him    he must have inadvertently shut down his receptors collapsed his antennae  went east disconnected  braved not being as alert or observant as he usually was   but then he was visiting the only place hes ever truly called home despite every house he lived in there had been razed  his running joke was that one day the razing was going to catch up with him  and thats when hed die    

its the one joke he tells that hes the only one who laughs  

evidently mortality isnt as funny to other people  but then a lot of thing were funny to him that didnt make others crack a smile

he hadnt been home in seven yearshadnt seen his parents(some thought he was pushing it  Fack theyre too ornery to die was his correction) hadnt seen his siblings his only surviving boyhood friend  however these seven years passing hadnt felt like years at all 

Why 

he didnt have a clue

he looked out into the murk and saw nothing intrinsically was going to change and so there was no urgency compelling him to returnand he wasnt deef or dumb to the affect that if he didnt go there no one was coming here 

rarely had anyone come to him

but he enabled thathe and his wife  years years ago  when they made it a priority to travel from Minnesota to Chicago for their childrenthemselves  to maintain a sense of family if even at a distance 

so why would that be turned on its head after his wife died after his children moved on and away for their lives

it wouldnt

hed be a dumb fuck if he thought otherwiseanybody  would be a dumb fuck   ya dont trade horses midstream an if lifes anything between birth and death its fast water curling whipped white  its midstream

                                                                         but if ones confident and has a good grasp strong hands why not grab the next horses mane and pull yourself over onto it  yer horse likely could use a rest and a break from being between your legs swimming for youI didnt sign up for thisYer a horse shaddup  hed seen men savagely punish animals for their incompetent  like wicked children   he hurled himself into those frays because those men werent accustom to something coming back at themSurprise  Surprisesurprise  the element of surprise is legendary  it was like he was a mob
                                       and why it was unlike him to brave not being readily alert or observant

but then he wasnt beating animals or abusing anything

                                                              thats not true

his family would say he hadnt curbed his tongue

still hadnt learned to take a step back

still hadnt tamed his knack for confrontationI aint no fucking gelding or eunuch  Still flushed with blood and testosterone

his family bruised too easily

like thinskinned fruit

liked the feeling of kid gloves

liked pretty pretty prettythingshe wondered where he got offwhen black and blue appealed to himwhen blackbirds gathered in a tree above his head didnt sound caws  but growled and spit

he couldnt say

maybe before he knew better he swapped horses  and had been swapping since his wife died

theres no telling the depths of that trauma

1508,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  22  3. 17

1351,  Saturday,  25  3. 17

1395 days remaining or less

Evangelist  God Song  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gCmXCoFvCM

Allen Ginsberg  Howl  https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=sites&srcid=c3R1ZGVudC5iY3Nkbnkub3JnfG1yLWFsYmFuby1ob21lcGFnZXxneDozNGZkZDg3YzJjYzhlZDBm

Cul de Sac  Sands of Iwo Jima  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hlPDHaMqMs