TRUE STORY:

WAKING UP JESUS


The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.


You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...

Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....


In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...

I try to imagine their anticipation.

Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.

I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.


Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Saturday, April 05, 2008

captain factor x

u sit at your computer
recently knighted
at the center of a vortex
of groceries, socialization, physicians, teachers
cops and cunt and cock and revolution and redemption
ready to poke your little head in all over

a reluctant revolutionary
aware the sewer system goes down and millions die


a buffalo soldier
in the war for america*


in your medicine bag:
as much tv as humanly possible
comics books concerts doobies dogs cd's dvd's dj's and cats mothers and fathers and lovers
they are your powers
make strings of beads
named for your parents statesmen children lovers passions
wear them proudly around your neck
explain them to all who are wise enough to listen


pray at the keyboard oblivous and intent
not caring/knowing they are for real/for real keys



stand and point
at the toxic dumps real and spiritual
in your neighborhoods
in yourselves
report the problems to a crusading warrior monk
we are now armed and ready and lusting
to serve and protect and party and get us all laid








"OUr mon Bob Marley. I claim ALL the RASTA'S for my CRUSADE OF PAIN; they gots the best weed, dude!!!. He will be a Poet General in the movie that will come from this memoir.... yea, we will be shooting a lot of movie from this blog!!!!


THIS FROM A WIRED ARTICLE...



I think that says something about the power of the urges that drive us to connect online -- and sometimes, from there, offline as well. It's not just physical desire, as obviously online sex has no skin-on-skin touch. Our reasons are more complex than bodily need: Most people seem to be seeking some combination of understanding, a sense of belonging, excitement, pleasure, novelty, stimulation, validation, romance or even just temporary escape from the demands of ordinary daily life.


















u sit at your computer
recently knighted
at the center of a vortex
of groceries, socialization, physicians, teachers
cops and cunt and cock and revolution and redemption
ready to poke your little head in all over

a reluctant revolutionary
aware the sewer system goes down and millions die


a buffalo soldier
in the war for america*


in your medicine bag:
as much tv as humanly possible
comics books concerts doobies dogs cd's dvd's dj's and cats mothers and fathers and lovers
they are your powers
make strings of beads
named for your parents statesmen children lovers passions
wear them proudly around your neck
explain them to all who are wise enough to listen


pray at the keyboard oblivous and intent
not caring/knowing they are for real/for real keys



stand and point
at the toxic dumps real and spiritual
in your neighborhoods
in yourselves
report the problems to a crusading warrior monk
we are now armed and ready and lusting
to serve and protect and party and get us all laid








"OUr mon Bob Marley. I claim ALL the RASTA'S for my CRUSADE OF PAIN; they gots the best weed, dude!!!. He will be a Poet General in the movie that will come from this memoir.... yea, we will be shooting a lot of movie from this blog!!!!


THIS FROM A WIRED ARTICLE...




I think that says something about the power of the urges that drive us to connect online -- and sometimes, from there, offline as well. It's not just physical desire, as obviously online sex has no skin-on-skin touch. Our reasons are more complex than bodily need: Most people seem to be seeking some combination of understanding, a sense of belonging, excitement, pleasure, novelty, stimulation, validation, romance or even just temporary escape from the demands of ordinary daily life.



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