Tonight… This Dirty September Night…

I, I need some young blood
Come Friday night
Bring on the big flood
Like September’s coming on
Summer won’t be back for long

Hey, let’s start a big fire
Let’s shake it up
Let’s try to burn brighter
There’s no one here to catch our fall
No one here to hear us call

Tonight, this dirty September night
We’re stuck out here
You’re caught in the starlight
Running through these empty streets
This city’s built for you and me
Running through these empty streets
This city’s built for you and me

I, I know that the road’s long
It lingers on
And Lord knows it’s uphill
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
You give up just before you’re there
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
You give up just before you’re there

Hey, don’t lose your spirit
Feel all alone
But it’s there if you need it
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
But don’t give up you’re almost there
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
But don’t give up you’re almost there

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Something’s wrong tonight.

Well, somewhere.

Maybe it’s here. Thank goodness you’re neurotic about saying a blessing before eating anything, even a snack, because it’s been FAR TOO LONG since you had a great convo with Him.

And why not? No particular reason. Deep down, you feel like you’re in the clubhouse, and you don’t need Him on the day-to-day.

Dad’s dad was an alcoholic, wifebeating son of a bitch. Dad to this day is terrified of you drinking, but in a fine twist of irony, sometimes it takes wrecking your inhibitions to realize just how cold it’s gotten spiritually.

So what? Spoiled ass you hits Con, literally hangs out with the homeless, listens to them, talks to them, and gives out a hundred bucks if they promise to read Proverbs and you act like you get to take the rest of the month off? You do that every year. Not necessarily Proverbs, but every year it’s a “therefore by the grace of God” tour for you, and you pray with people you’ll never meet again and hope against logic you made a dent somewhere.

Why do you take ANY time off? Away from your Savior? From the Creator of the Heavens, the Earth, and College fing Football?

Why? Why does hitting the Whiskey draw you closer to Him?

Better question, given how inhibition works…

What the fun is wrong with you?

Why do you HAVE SO MUCH BABBLING FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT AND YOU DON’T WALK THE WALK?

Isaiah has been a train wreck.

Face it. You’re going to have to start over. AGAIN. Because you’re sick of stories of Bronze Age desert kingdoms. Forests. Trees. SEAS, for fun’s sake.

You haven’t absorbed anything from this book. That’s why you haven’t gotten instructions on where to go next. Oh yeah… you’ve pretended. Ezekiel. Acts. Romans. Trying to act like like you felt what you felt when you heard those whispers when you asked Him what He wanted you to read, and if not, you’d just head to Revelation.

You aren’t going to be able to absorb ANYTHING of Isaiah tonight. But that will not stop you.

Because even if you don’t understand… ENOUGH OF THIS ALBATROSS.

If you can’t figure it out? Whatever. So be it. Read it with Jim Beam Vanilla as a buddy. But NEVER as a bro.

Alcohol is NEVER a bro, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself that it often leads you back to where you need to be – in the arms of the Holy Spirit.

Thank God something does, but what does it mean when you have to have inhibition to, etc?

Fuck it. Fun it you mean. Whatever. Stop lying to yourself. Finishing Isaiah tonight. For the first time. And when you’re done? Isaiah sounds awesome.

He led you to it. You heard what you heard. You know what you know. And whatever is interfering with your own Spirit on this dirty September night can go screw itself.

The Word of God is sacred and holy. Quit funning acting like it’s a hobby. You have seen with your own eyes things no one else would believe, and you’ve started acting like the Savior of All is a freaking interesting Sunday morning watching YouTube.

You aren’t you.

Fix it.

And pray to yeet whatever hibitions need to be yeeted.

Maybe it’s because when you drink, it’s because you need Him more. Whatever. This is not healthy, physically, mentally, or spiritually; no matter how amazing you can spell while inebriated.

You going to pray for the Spirit of your dad’s dad? Nope. Because the dead are simply that. Dead.

They had their chance, and they chose Death over Life. Like the Crib of as all there was, instead of getting through their heads that it was a choice between the Light and the dark, and shade is accepting darkness into the soul and acting like it’s okay because we know better than the Light of Creation itself.

Grade A Arrogance – but you dare yourself to act like you’re better when you haven’t said a non-blessing prayer in…too long.

Enough. 3:04am. Store has been pumping out 20 books worth of sales a day and things are going amazing in so much of your life.

And here you are babbling in an online diary instead of finishing Isaiah for the first (prolly of many) times?

Hey. Don’t lose your Spirit. Feel alone…but it’s there if you need it….

Seems like you’re not getting anywhere… but don’t give up – you’re almost there…

Seems like you’re not getting anywhere… but don’t give up – you’re almost there…