Wednesday, January 29, 2003
You have nothing. Nothing is yours. We all know this. All of us. So why are we still playing this game. This game limits our love. It's awful. All sadness, all depression, all confusion, all. all. all. is each of our faults. And yet there's nothing we can do. We have nothing, but the awesome light of the creator itself, shining, shining, shining. All's I wants to do is praise this LIFE GIVER. Connection to him/her is everything and yet, my days are filled with Capitalistic flotsam. I have to pay this bill to drive that car to . . . For what! Oh this song has been sung so many times. Dear God forgive my lament.
When will I build the house of my dreams, never to tally in the midnight of this broken city? When will the raging bull retire? When will the ball not bounce? When will the anointed rise?
Oh mysterious one, all we have are each other, and still I must speak with these people, these drunk with Satan’s tonic. For what is my work worth? May I quit this charade—I haven’t the skill to work this machine. But just one more lap—strength for just one more lap. Does the chiseler stop with half the stone? Then why? But what if he chisels a stone that is dirty?
“What isn’t dirty, my son?”
Then, Father, wash this place CLEAN, oh LORD. Please put this earth through your laundry mat.
“As if suds were the answer.”
- kimmel
3:02 PM
Sunday, January 26, 2003
"I think I'm losing myself, I mean if I can't 'wow' them with my wit what will win them," Davis said snubbing an unlit stale, (description later.)
"Why, Davis there's no need to win when you've already won."
"What?"
"The grand prize. Yes, the great glee."
- kimmel
8:36 PM
Thursday, January 16, 2003
Jamie and Davis went to jog at Devil's Lair Field. Davis went to the public water fountain to sip a drink. Jaime asked if he was thirsty and Davis said he wasn't, that he was just fueling up. Jaime rebuked him and said, "Drink only when you are thirsty and then drink like a horse."
- kimmel
10:42 PM
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Okay, okay, I was going to retire this thing. I wont, but, back to the book. Once and for all I will write a book here. All this stuff is for a book. A book I say. . . .
And Jaime walked into the room and people fell down and Marissa said, "I think I've found what I'm looking for." And she knelt down to shine Jaime's Birkenstocks. And then a circus clown came in and everybody celebrated and danced the two-step and all was grand until one jokster decided he would eat an ice cream cone. Curiously, Jaime looked at the boy who nearly lept and said, "Look this is a workshop and I don't care if this makes sense anymore."
- kimmel
1:57 AM
Thursday, January 09, 2003
do you judge me? do you say, "Who does he think he is?"
I am Keith Kimmel a human being.
- kimmel
10:28 PM
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Go here for a sad truth.
- kimmel
10:52 PM
Thursday, January 02, 2003
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
For those of you who've been following my saga from the beginning you may be happy or sad to know that everything I've written up to this moment was completely and utterly desperate.
That said everything I write from this day forward is completely and utterly perfect.
Caveat: kEIth Kimmel and Jeremy's Prophecy Dot Com are the same thing. Yet they also intertwine into some chaotic life imitates art extravaganza that is Worth Investigating. What I mean is, if you are intelligent enough, or willing enough, you CAN discover the Key to the Universe through me. Well not actually through me, but I can help. Nevertheless, I am really not doing anything except being a HUMBLE servant. And those are not words to take lightly. IN fact if your looking for something light go suck some helium because here the only LIGHT is Jesus.
Ah jesus. Jesus? What’s a Jewish Kid from . . . well I won’t say where I'm from less you bother my neighbors but, what’s a jewish kid . . . talking about Jesus. Well. Why not? You got something better to talk about.
The past year I HAVE DESTROYED MYSELF TRYING TO REACH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO READ THIS. And don’t think I don’t know you read this because I do. How? Well there are ways to check these things but that’s not important right now. What is important is that you are the LUCKY ONES. You are the ones who followed this story when I didn’t even know what was going on. YOU GOT THE BEHIND THE SCENES, when they happened. You participated. In fact, you helped. You had to help because you were there and THEY weren’t. Now THEY WILL ALL COME and tell all kinds of stories about me. But the TRUTH speaks for itself.
So back to Jesus. Yes Jesus. Apparently some carpenter from Bethlehem who lived thousands of years ago. No, not apparently but true.
Look let me say one thing. I (meaning Keith Kimmel, human being) could care less how you live your life or what philosophy you call your own. I almost died caring. Now I’m simply report the TRUTH. You got a better way. Live it up. You’ll die trying. You can’t refute me because I have no agenda. I am a human being. You're reading these words. I am happy.
One day, a man, a humble man, came to this earth to save people from their own folly. For whatever reason, this is so. If you’d rather not believe me. FINE. Believe your doctors and lawyers and politicians and newscasters. Believe the man on the street who sells you hot dogs. Believe the temptress who carries genital herpes. Believe your mother and father and sister and brother and aunt and uncle and grandma and grandpa and surgeon and minister and preacher and tax collector and cable operator and surgeon (note: I’m aware I’ve written surgeon twice) and . . . die anyway.
In my day I was the skeptic of skeptics, course I smoked my fair share of cigarettes (When I say fair share I mean enough to make me ASHAMED.)
We live in the GOLDEN era folks. Jump on the train. Reap the benefits of all those FISHERMAN who have worked in the generations before. OR Don’t. In fact don’t! Or do! You see it makes no difference to me.
Your mind can't think through the TRUTH. Your heart has no say. Open your eyes to hear the trumpet of the lord cry victory. Or sit on your ass and complain. I swear to God I could care less. I've passed my test. Anybody who JUDGES the following words is judging the word of GOD. "Hi Folks I'm God the creator. I sent my son Jesus to save you about 2000 years ago."
Hey listen, why would I write what I just wrote if it weren't God talking. You think I'm on some power trip. You think it's fun being a spokesperson? It's not. But I'll tell you it's everything compared to the alternative--NOT being A SPOKESPERSON.
Until tomorrow.
kEIth
- kimmel
1:22 AM
