/lit/ - Literature

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>This world is a corpse-eater. All the things eaten in it themselves die also. Truth is a life-eater. Therefore no one nourished by truth will die. It was from that place that Jesus came and brought food. To those who so desired, he gave life, that they might not die.
High in heaven there are no consequences, therefore Father Jesus marvels Himself when we pray, wear our body out, offer Him our petty gifts, gods don’t bleed you see, only in mortal body they may suffer; so we amuse them. As for this bread or gasoline you talk off, which kind of truth is it? Will it fill my tank along formidable lengths? You see I believe in the pantheon, a graveyard of selves, a cellar of stars. The Earth a corpse-eater? Of course it is, so does humanity eat herself, we are these awkward creatures, but even so I will die along my brothers and so does --I presume—Dear Jesus Christ, but why should old Priest Gasoline care? He won’t attend His funeral, busy enough he is working 7 days a week. Well, thank you Jesus, thank you for this food, I really appreciate it, really delicious stuff, but today I wanna die so fucking hard. It is a mood, or movement, consequences, transformation, a graveyard of selves, a cellar of stars, hell I don’t know what the fuck I want, this is not a project but a process, and at this very moment every ambition or promise of immortality is a plus. I will keep dying but no really.