h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

As I write this, I think, why do I write this? I'm never going to read it again. No-one's ever going to read it. It's all going phut one of these brave days when the server falls out of the cloud and the rain down rain down all the way, way, way. So why do I write this? White letters on a grey ground. Furtive, annoying. Evanescence. So? Why?

Anyway, I've been up all night and I'll be spending today quietly. I was hungry earlier but that appears to have dissipated like a stream of piss bubbling down an alley into a gutter. Foamy. It's only five degrees at the Airport and it's nearly twenty to eight and the sun is up.

I got an email from someone that I'm too scared to read in case it's nasty. I haven't deleted it. I just haven't read it. And I'm not going to.

And now it's nearly ten to eight and it's seven (7) degrees at the Airport. Thrilling stuff, hey. The weather report shows sun with clouds. I am sitting here writing this. Outside is the weather. Indoors is just air and the light from a lamp and smoke curling and etching lace onto the air. Upstairs is an old woman alone. Downstairs are two querisons. All of life is here at the block, which is quiet.

In a way, of course, it's fun to write a writing that no reader will ever read. So anyway, I'm writing this and I'm a Bible teacher but will anyone buy my book? I'd rather give it away but people won't respect what they haven't had to pay for. Which is queer. But true. It's like salvation; completely free, written into the sky and the water, but people want to buy it with guilt. Not the way. We buy it with oil and water, paper and ink. We buy it with the grease of our skin and the blood of our brainstem, oozing, oozing. We buy it with bread and with air and the light of a lamp and smoke rising like trouble. We buy it with the joy of our brain-juice, free of disease, sparking with electricity and lighting thought, wet with rain. We do not buy our lives; they are given gifts and they sparkle and are happy and smile with yes and amen. Our thoughts are hymns to Jesus and our words are prayers to God, who is and was and ever shall be, worlds without end. Universes of sound claim that God is God, and God, and God. He healed our diseases and bore our sins in his body on the tree. Cursed he was, and damned, a whole oblivion of death in that one moment when white with fear, he cries, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? O Jesu, words will never be enough. Thank you, man of Nazareth, for being God enough to take away my sin and to wash my body and brain with your blood. And the blood ran hot and thick in our throats; and the Three in One. Open our eyes, Lord, open our eyes so we can see your glory. Glory our bellies and brains with your blood and your water, open our hearts and mouths and give us praise we may sing, ever and ever. Holy one, holy one, holy one of Israel. Holy, holy, holy one of Israel. Sing for joy for he has come, anointed to be king. Shining, everlasting light, holy, holy, King of kings, Lord of love, God of life. Wash our hearts and breathe your life into our lives, and give us the power to become the children of God. Let us rise with peace, filled with longing and singing, longing and singing. Reason with me, says God, and your sins are scarlet, and they are white as wool. For I have redeemed you, precious heart, and with my own blood have I bought you, and won you with my love, and blessed you with my grace, and anointed you with my Spirit of desire, and you are mine, says my God, and you are mine, and mine; and no-one shall take you away from me, says God, for you are mine forever, for I have bought you with my own blood, and you are mine. And I love you; and I will show you my love, in all eternities, nearer to my heart. Shalom shem shemen shemoneh, shalom shalom. Lishua kevod olam amen. Lishua kevod lishua tehillah lishua chay olam amen. Lishua shir hamelakhim. Lishua perei ha'adamah. Lishua hamayim, lishua hashamayim. Lishua hashamayim veha'arets hachadashim. Amen amen amen ad olam amen.

Praise the Lord, O my soul, and let all that is within me, bless his holy Name; for he has done great things, hallelujah. Glory to the Father, glory to the Son, glory to the eternal Spirit of God, amen. Praise, glory and thanksgiving be unto the Son of God, who died for me, and was raised for me, and for us all, amen. Precious Jesus, child of eternity, Son of the Father and Word, and Lord, and God, blessed be he for ever, amen. Blessed Jesus, Lamb of God, who takest away the sin of the world, have mercy on us. Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us. Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, give us peace. Not as the world gives, do I give, says Jesus. Take heart, for I have overcome the world. My peace I give to you; I give you my peace. Hallelujah.

Someone's praying, and they're going on, and on, and on. Thank God for such a faithful willing heart, to pray at such great length. Bless her.

I've got to go out soon, for ciggies, and if I don't go soon it'll be too late to go out. So I've got to steel myself to face the world and go out.

Went out for ciggies. It is THE most beautiful day. I wish we had a proper garden. All we've got it a snippet of earth with plants round the back. Nowhere to sit. We need a proper garden so I could sit by a tree and listen to the radio or something less taxing for my psychotic mind to cope with. I'm quite delicate still at the moment after my horrific Friday morning. But it's the most beautiful day today, and I've done my duty and been out in the sunshine.

I think I'm a reasonably intelligent chap but of the Wikipedia article on Theodor W. Adorno, I understand not a single word. It goes right over my head. I can't even deal with the simplest concept in the article. There's something there: a spirit, that stands in the way because I won't accept it. Take the spirit, and all that baloney goes right down.

Gosh am I blessed tonight. Yes indeed, at five to six, I am here to say, God has blessed me, and will continue to bless me, thank God. Everything is very good, thank God. Kol tov me'od. Hakkol tov me'od beshem adonai elohei Yisrael uveshem beno mashiach Yeshua haNotsri ben ha'adam uven ha'elohim. Halleluyah lelohay ha'Av bashamayim ulaVein, liDevar ha'Av, amein.

That's Hebrew and it means "everything is very good. Everything is very good, in the name of the Lord God of Israel and in the name of his Son the Messiah Jesus the Nazarene, son of man, son of God. Hallelujah to my God the Father in heaven and to the Son, the Word of the Father, amen".