I found the TEMPLAR’S address IN AN OVERFLOWING DUMPSTER at THE BACK OF ALDOUS HOUSE, A FLOP-HOUSE (the staff hates it when I call it that) WHERE I Live CAUSE I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT SOCIAL MORAYS AND OTHER SUCH PUTTING ON AIRS. I FOUND SOME QUALITY ITEMS IN THE DUMPSTER THAT DAY, BUT THE ONE THAT CHANGED MY LIFE WAS THIS:
IT WAS A FLYER SO INSPIRATIONAL AND BEYOND COMPREHENSION THAT I THOUGHT NOTHING OF PULLING IT OUT OF A PUDDLE OF THICK, AWFUL SMELLING CALICO CHUNKS. Where could I get me some of these miracle Prayer Drugs ? I needed desperately to heal myself, for I began to feel the beginning symptoms of EVERYMAN’S SYNDROME like a dull ache in all my important parts. I’D BEEN LOST FOR A LONG TIME… I KNEW THAT MUCH. SOMETIMES I HURT SO BAD IN MY MIND AND SOUL I JUST WANT TO SET A BOMB OFF OR SEVER SOMEBODY’S THUMBS. By showing the pamplet to various winos and street thugs, I was able to get some information on the organization as well as rolled for $5.63, a bloodied nose and a cauliflower ear.
I’m a serious dude. I deal in harsh realities.
I call the number and the woman that answers is so out if it, that I know I have to meet her and check out her organization. I’d been looking for an escape from reality that was more viable than booze, drugs and sex… since they haven’t been working the way they used to.
BUT, I AM A MAN THAT HUNGERS AND SUFFERS FOR FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE (under the forcible push by others to broaden my horizons… only I think they meant becoming a sucker and joining their doomed system, i.e., the Dingleberry Vine). IT’S IMPORTANT TO SUFFER FOR KNOWLEDGE AND HORIZONS so you can know you’re superior to others who haven’t. This is what I understand to be a MOTHERFUCKING spiritual path.