“Good News”

It was delivered once again

I jumped on the bed of annihilation at three o’clock in the morning

Bed of gunpowder—fuel for firecrackers

It exploded because it burned in emptiness all the time

Hedonism
Partying
Taking
Taking
Always
Taking

I actioned that as the rule of life and death

Vida Loca

Yet even action was not enough

Hedonism defiled the ugliness of even sin

What did I expect?

“To be with love in hell”

That response cannot help but to incinerate you all

Nothingness is wrong

Cleanliness kills, too

No calculation, no risk, no courage can save you from yourself

The only answer is amor—to offer and share amor as penance for your will

Blessed is the good news of all amor eterno