Closer

                         Things calmed down slightly today, as the afternoon restlessly twitched its way through the withdrawl of the evening. And with calming down slightly, comes the realization that a little bit of acceptance couldn't really put any more of a damper on my daily routine. Today I came to terms with the fact that every day  the rest of my moderately  insignificant existence will be Sunday Afternoon, whether it's watching the cumbersome automobiles through the unwelcoming windows of my Suburban Condo, or even through the filth- ridden smeared glass of my cell in county prison.
                            Moreover, I attended a Catholic church this morning. I believe in God and Jesus, but  what stood out to me the most was the attractive adolescent brunette vocalist that lead the congregation in song. (perhaps it takes more than a day or two to pull one's unkind mind out of the gutter). I don't know for sure how old the young woman was, but it should be a sin to dress that provocative in church. I mean, this is a place where I (a sinner), come looking for soul-redemption, I am faced with enough obstacles and distractions just walking out my front door in the morning.         
                        I know what it is to be institutionalized, I am familar with sleeping sixteen hours a day. I have felt myself gradually sinking into the bottomless sea of sorrow for a very long time now. The more closer I have grown to the unmistakable bittersweetness of the big sleep. Although I must admit my experience has unfortunately not denied me of any knowledge or education with these greater matters. There is an art to the big sleep, it has to be earned, if one commits his/her self too soon there shall be an even greater self-inflicted hell created fot that individual. There are certain tools that can be obtained, I do apologize- it is not in my nature to teach you these tools, I haven't been blessed as a teacher.
                               Children, what about them? And what to make of them? We shall teach them that masturbation, drugs, and lust are very sinister and wicked things at a very premature age. These are things not to be toyed with. Once a child has it in his/her mind that any of these impulsive vices are okay, their experimentation shall then progress throughout their teenage years with chronic marijuana abuse. They will  start taking pot. A couple marijuana cigarettes here and there, then before you know it  their twenty-first birthday rolls around then comes king alcohol with its gift-sack filled with DUI's, STD's , heartburn and promiscuis intercourse. Not to mention the turmoil and confusion that Meth- Amphetamines can bring to ones sexual preference.               
                                     In conclusion I will ask you the reader to close your eyes and imagine an infant puppy dog (with it's tongue), helplessy clinging to the teet of it's adopted mother.