God, grant me the serenity

To accept the things

I cannot change...

Courage to change the things I can...

And wisdom to know the difference.

I told people about my Aids theory and they laughed.

I sent out letters to news tips departments and other organizations

which probably got thrown in the trash. I tried , and tried ,but I just wound up homeless. Schizophrenia, the spirits of the living and dead they talk to me, the extraterrestials they bow their heads.

I know I can't solve the worlds problems. You can only change yourself.

So I try to take care of myself.

But it seems as though I don't care about anything

anymore. Apathy, schizoid behavior.

Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are they who mourn,

for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the  meek,

for they will inherit the land.

Blessed are they who hunger and thirst

for righteousness,

for they will be satisfied.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the clean of heart,

for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called children

of God.

Blessed are they who are persecuted

for the sake of righteousness,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when they insult you

and persecute you and utter every

kind of evil against you because of me.

Rejoice and be glad, for your reward

will be great in heaven.

At the time that I cooked up my Aids theory and was going through hell,

I found three rosaries in the street. Which I took as a sign from god. I found a silver quarter from 1945, and I took it as a sign that it was no different than world war two.

And I'm tired of even thinking about it all.