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I try to tell Marley that caution is overrated. Temperance is not a quality of God at all. God is passion and God is reckless wildness. Everybody here on Earth fears, nobody says yes. They fight. Stall at the moment ordained. They throw slurs and they toss bombs. Everybody fears one another. Everybody fears me, I love everyone. I lose.

Caution is overrated - it needs to be written. I don’t understand why people lock themselves up in their own chains, all the while lamenting over chains binding others. Throwing stones and scattering rationalities. Drivel.

I can’t believe in caution like it’s some holy thing. If God walks with me and he talks with me, then God does. God says to go in there and find her. A drug, a drink. Maybe a night of drug and drink. What’s wrong with that journal? Regardless of inebriating myself or braving sobriety, I still wake up and the day feels broken. Regardless of risky actions or resting potentials.

I am taking some mescaline soon on recommendation. It’s being delivered soon by the Doctor. I leave town, and I really need to meet with you God, so go before me and I’ll see you there, my Thunder, my Hush. We’ll walk about on the clouds.

We’ll walk about on clouds, we’ll walk about in white fields. We’ll walk about on the whitest of plains and city sidewalks. ///