Kanchanaburi, 10 Febr. 2014.
There are times that God's responses are sort of hard to catch, a bit like pusuing a sweet, silvery threat of divinity through the vast reaches of unknown cosmos, fumbling to the divine light that you know of on a undescibably mental level it does not really exist anyway, no way to see through the mysterious shrouds of divinity...
And then off course you have to be r...eligiously inspired any way, something remarably missing in Pauvre Moi, matter of fact anything in the field of theology has been merely locked to the superstitions of the dark Ages and therefore seriously backward, brainwashing tactics by Latino mumbo jumbo, a holy carnival by stained glass mystics and crazy obsessions of stigmata bodily symbols, believers prone to the hysteria of wooden effigies that shed salty tears by the sackfull, take some odinary tap water do some weird abracadabra over it and call it holy...or else the rafed about madness coming out of divine Mekka...
Yeah, if I keep up this anti-theology madness of mine up some more sentences I might well loose my FB friends by the mighty numbers...but then it is the nutyy madness invading my Farang mind while I sit in the garden of Miss Em's family drinking beer for breakfast and eating barbequed pork, squit and Gai, a few strips of beef and watch her sister drink Thai moonshine whiskey like there is no tomorrow...
I seem to remember picking her up last night at one of these open-air water holes back in Kanchanaburi, something like you and me in my room spending the night together though totally banned of course by the holy Pope in Vatican City, extra marital affairs so plenty here in the Land of Smiles but Oh so frown upon by those member of the cloth, the devotees of Allah and Mohamed was his prophet...just good old fun the way the Thai like it and bestow Pas D' Importance on it....
To only thing I need to worry about now is getting the 15 or so kilometers back to Kanchanaburi on the back of Miss Em's motorbike without loosing my limps and mental good health, after all she is pretty Mao too...
There are times that God's responses are sort of hard to catch, a bit like pusuing a sweet, silvery threat of divinity through the vast reaches of unknown cosmos, fumbling to the divine light that you know of on a undescibably mental level it does not really exist anyway, no way to see through the mysterious shrouds of divinity...
And then off course you have to be r...eligiously inspired any way, something remarably missing in Pauvre Moi, matter of fact anything in the field of theology has been merely locked to the superstitions of the dark Ages and therefore seriously backward, brainwashing tactics by Latino mumbo jumbo, a holy carnival by stained glass mystics and crazy obsessions of stigmata bodily symbols, believers prone to the hysteria of wooden effigies that shed salty tears by the sackfull, take some odinary tap water do some weird abracadabra over it and call it holy...or else the rafed about madness coming out of divine Mekka...
Yeah, if I keep up this anti-theology madness of mine up some more sentences I might well loose my FB friends by the mighty numbers...but then it is the nutyy madness invading my Farang mind while I sit in the garden of Miss Em's family drinking beer for breakfast and eating barbequed pork, squit and Gai, a few strips of beef and watch her sister drink Thai moonshine whiskey like there is no tomorrow...
I seem to remember picking her up last night at one of these open-air water holes back in Kanchanaburi, something like you and me in my room spending the night together though totally banned of course by the holy Pope in Vatican City, extra marital affairs so plenty here in the Land of Smiles but Oh so frown upon by those member of the cloth, the devotees of Allah and Mohamed was his prophet...just good old fun the way the Thai like it and bestow Pas D' Importance on it....
To only thing I need to worry about now is getting the 15 or so kilometers back to Kanchanaburi on the back of Miss Em's motorbike without loosing my limps and mental good health, after all she is pretty Mao too...
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