And A Day A World/ended?

Well I Don't Know...

What happened to the relationship i once had with my Room'ie, that he now should'nt talk to me anymore, and, the way he talks to me__when i do try to engauge; that now i dare not say the first word: for fear that he might take it the wrong-way?

What happened that he should have forgot how he first came into my life, the honesty, the trust, the confidance that i, this Christ,__ he well knew in advance, should now have to listen to his lies; while pretending i don't know when he's trying to lead me around the Mulberry-bush/decive me?

How is it he can come into my room when i'm not home, and, not use the phone, because, that's what i gave him permission to do, and even__if necessarry__fix the computer-link also, but, instead__as he has told me, take smokes from my stash, and, i'm not supposed to think something's wrong with that?

Why is it now__in my own house, there seems to suddenly be a question on, Klint's mind, as to if i am__what he calls, the Boss; when the only thing which has changed since the first of this year, is the fact that for some reason he never can mannage to compleatly pay his rent on time, and, why should i think this new attitude of his, is all just a poor act of defencivness__on his part; when we bothy know i'm not only the bloody Boss of my own fucking house, but even the entirity of this whole, big, great and wonderful globe, Baby, and, that by/Christ, certianly ain't about to be altered one iota; till i blasted-well say so?

Well i don't know what happened, that's for sure. I doubt i have changed from what i was__some few short months ago, to what and who i am now. I don't know neather what has crawled-up that young-boys ass, and died there; though extracting the-Beast, and bringing it back to life(( making him remember how i kicked my last room'ies butt to the curb__when he foolishly decided to challange or disrespect me...that's not something i see as being beneath me, or, in anyway__distant from my abilities, duity, and will.

Oh Yea, he can say OMG and hide behind his door__anytime he likes, just as i can dirrectly speak to him here; since face to face doesn't seem to do it for him. and in can believe he has been given the prividglage to live with a-God; while not only forgetting that, but, holding no intrest in that fact what-so-ever/ not to even Twitter me, or read my blogs. Sure i can pretend i'm buying this head in the sand shit of his, and that he doesn't have a clue.
Well that's ok, because, he doesn't have to know he lives with Jesus, because, he doesn't. That boy lives with me, by/Christ Almighty, and this entity aint nearly as nice, paitent, forgiving or kind as J e s u s. This entity, Christ, didn't come back to be thrown up on some cross again, and to die for the sins of eather Establishment or Humanity, but to live, enlighten, and destroy any who dare doubt me/ no matter what the circumstance Ay*

And so it is done: You can go back to your Twitter-account__where aledgedly you have only one file, Lady GaGa, and remain convinced there are things i must say to you__for you to understand your place, and your duity. But i may soon come like a thief in the night, and shatter not only all those silly missconceptions, but even your ability to function like a normal human-being; unless having your ass too kicked to the curb, in any way seems normal to you, Son.
Oh World...witness my wonder, and/Glory,
While you-Boy, best soon respect my Glory...
or W o n d e r!!

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