The silence can be deafening when the moon is shaken like a puff the magic red lantern.
Listen for the ghost like clouds which roll like thundering hooves along the shores of Orion.
When yet another delicious red apple falls from Newtons tree of astral physics.
I would never live in a haunted house with mirrors for windows, as there is always a danger that you will attract anti-matter which will then lead to your doppelganger.
In the still of the night, white noise permeates from the tiny cracks in the frescoes of my imaginary cathedrals where my shepherd girl walks barefoot on a stone cold floor that is pocked with graves of dead primates.
Tomorrow children will die of hunger when you purchase a Ferrari to go with my Lamborghini shoes!
When “God” told me that the limit on your credit card could feed and clothe ten thousand poor for two years, the bank declined your cash advance transactions unless I mortgage my soul to get it approved but then the temptation to spend it on earthly delights was too much to bear.
How do you sleep at night with your damn soul with those little earthquakes you caused?
The ones you don’t seem to notice.
One of these days “the big one” will
make your vanity and pride seem like a dust particle in a giant milky way shake.
That just reminded me of a love bracelet you saw at Cartier on Rodeo Drive.
You never cease to amaze how selfish you are.
I can see you will die old in a slow comfortable death,
while the rest of us die young with a quick needle sharp pain
followed by eternal suffering in silence.
A letter to a rich God on Wall Street.