Psl. 23, 1 Corinthians 5:1-5, Rev. 20:2-3, Job 30:29

i open my eyes and see that above me there are stars just like there have always been. when i was younger still a child who lived on a farm i would look up at the stars at night. i would look into the blue and black sky and i would see ten thousand points of lights. i knew the name of all of the stars and i liked the name of orion best of all. i was young then but when i was older i saw that stars were not tiny suns like people said but they were tiny pin pricks in the empty canyon of the sky and that they were emanations of god so that we would not be afraid anymore. but when i came to the city and the world was eating itself i looked into the sky and i did not see stars but saw man-made lights yellow and fat and bloated like slugs and maggots that mocked god. i was about to give up hope when i saw a tiny pin prick of true light. i saw it come from the east and i could tell that it was the star that guided magi to jesus and i knew that the lord was still watching over me. i became hopeful again and was never afraid for long after that. after the world ended i saw to it that the stars would still be in the night sky. i painted the roof of my rooms black and blue and i made stars as best i could out of shiny thing like mirrors or cans or cans or foil. even now sometimes i can be scared but i need only to look up and i can see that even though the world is filled with pimps and harlots and thieves and heathens that god is looking down on me and i will do right by him.

i ready myself for the new day and i leave my room. in the hall there is a woman leaving the apartment of a man and i frown but i do not say anything. no doubt they were together last night and he was touching her and pawing at her in that abominable way that men do. it sickens me to know that across the hall from me lives a fornicator who succumbs to sin so easily. i will have to try and alert him to the error of his ways. i go down to the first floor and in the stairwell i see a woman with a pointed face and i see that she is holding something that is twisted and still and dead and i know that she is a vile thing from outside disguised to look like a person. we cross each other and she looks at my eyes and i look at hers and i laugh at her. she looks into my eyes to try to steal my soul and infest my body with locusts and ants and other things from outside. i laugh because she does not know that i am protected by the black and unblinking eyes that shelter me. she turns around and glares at me and laugh again as she disappears. i feel good after that so i look at the mail to look for any signs that god might send. i see offers for savings for low interest loans for gluttony for greed for sloth for lust of every kind. i immediately recognize all of these things to be THINGS from outside that try to lure me into sin and death. i take out a match and i burn THEM all and watch as THEY curl and die and make green fire. when the only thing before is smoldering ashes i stand and i tell THEM once again that THEY can not harm me. i turn and i am startled to see someone i have seen before standing before me with brown hair that is soaked with water. i think back and remember the name of the person and i remember that she is elizabeth mother of john the baptist. she looks at me asks why did you burn my mail. i tell her why and i tell her that i have saved her son labor because without sin there is no need for redemption. she keeps looking at me and i do not say anything because there is no need. she stares at me and has her mouth open and i think back to when i was a boy and caught an animal that had the same look of confusion and un-belief on its face. i pat her on the shoulder and tell her that god can explain it better than me. i walk away and think of how many people i have saved.

some people say that you must cast demons out and that then THEY will leave and not trouble you or anyone again. they are wrong. in the start of the end i thought that this was true and would attack THEM whenever i could with psalms if i had the bible or fists when i did not. then one day i found a book in the hall that was called "BASIC CHEMISTRY." i knew that it was a sign from god and so i read the book and i learned from it. the book said that whenever THEY raise their many heads it is not enough to move THEM if you move THEM THEY just return outside. the only way to get rid of THEM was to store THEM proper in glass that has been treated and sealed against such things or to neutralize THEM by pouring special potions and minerals on top of THEM. sometimes i can fit THEM into bottles still like when THEY come to me in the guise of mice or any manner of crawly things and try to walk on me and whisper evils into my ear as i pretend to sleep. i snatch THEM right up and into the bottle THEY go. this works well when i go to see the next day usually half of THEM are gone or only parts of THEM are left and there are less and less of THEM as time goes on until THEY vanish into air. usually i have to use chemicals because THEY are usually much to large to fit in to glass bottles. i use chemicals that the book says are right and can neutralize things. i sometimes can make whole souls and things out of THEM if i have many small potions that contain THEM. other times i have to be more extreme and pour chemicals on THEM or put foul powders across their doors. the chemicals that i use are always foul to neutralize the sugar mud chemicals that give THEM their gaudy clothing and cloying stenches. i throw the chemicals at THEM and sometimes THEY yell or sometimes try to attack me or sometimes fall down and scream depending on the chemicals.

i go back into my apartment and see the night sky again. outside there is only death and THEY scream and holler and wail to be let in. i close my eyes and keep my head up to the sky and think of the sky back when the world was real and try to drown out the chaotic spirals of empty energy that pound on the window. THEY pound and pound and pound and rush against the window and i can hear their fat bodies bursting and it makes a horrible and thick sound and all the while THEY still scream. i screw shut my eyes and i think i think i think back to those nights in the country where the world was just me and god and the first times that i knew the nature of god and i can still hear THEM. the more i think and block THEM out the more i can hear THEM and THEY keep going deeper and deeper into my brain until i can not take it any more. i shout for THEM to shut up and that THEY are dead and i pound on the walls and i call THEM by ten thousand words for what THEY are words that do not exist yet and when i can not think of any thing else to scream at THEM i just scream. and i scream and scream and scream and i can not scream any more and i fall on the floor and the world goes black. i wake up with my back on the floor and i look up at the stars and i look at the christmas star and i hear THEM beating their blind songs for nobody. THEY were people once sinners like most. i pick my self up and go to the closet and take two cotton balls and stuff them in my ears. the world becomes muffled and scratchy and i can not hear THEM so much any more. it has been a tiring day and i fall asleep.