THE LOW HUM OF
THERE WAS A GREAT CRY FROM DOWN THERE WITH THE DREGS
Isn’t it that our backward ass culture of censorship, in the name of several empty religious fears ingrained into the psyche of the ignorant mass, spreading through all the ranks of entertainment straight down to the social lives of teenagers in tiny rural towns, we have together, whether we agreed with the fear or saw past it thanks to the few liberal winds we felt here and there, or we were tried and true agents of satan posing as moral lifeguards for good Christian culture while the beautiful Blacks were murdered left and right, and the honorable Mexican was regulated to our kitchens and yards, created a culture in which the wonderful Ms. Lawrence was drug thru the mud for being talented and popular, for being a woman, a sacred vessel of tomorrow, where as if we had created a more human and compassionate world, where reason and truth meant something outside of the teeth of god, and honesty about sex and it’s delights and dangers were as common as the pledge of allegiance?
When you take away the light and the skin, which you could freely have provided you love and equalize the soul inside that tantalizing body of wonder, her mind more holy and good, more God than your wrathful substitute, you make people want to look for the wrong reasons, you make people want for the wrong reasons, you make people cum for the wrong reasons, drowning in the semen of wrong reason, whereas the Godly knew it’s just a body and it belongs to not you or I.
You create what’s wrong with sex by demanding the whole of it be hidden from the little ones and kinda bigger ones and the chemicals god put in their bodies running around like freight trains in the old west.
You capitalized, de-spiritualized, talcum powdered fuck heads worshipping numbers and death, you satan spawn, you murderers of greatness & peace.