ihavebeenfloated

Oh man, that was just bad.

OW FUCK!

Who the fuck punched me in the face for that?!

Oh, shit, it was me.

...

Anyway, Rocky Horror again tonight, of course. My fourth time. This makes a solid month of Saturday nights spent staring at transvestites. I’m glad I’m secure in my sexuality or I would so be questioning it right about now. This time around, however, I brought my camera, and so I present to you: Way too few really, really horrible, blurry, badly composed, and utterly shitty photos. Have fun, kiddos! No, there aren’t any of me, nor of my companion.

That companion happened to be yet another chick I found on OKCupid. She’s pretty ridiculously bad ass. (hi2u! Not that you’ll be reading this, like, ever, but you know.) A bit of a John Waters fascination going on, though, but you know, I’ve spent $38.00 in the last four weeks seeing a thirty year old movie over and over again, so who am I to call anyone crazy?

I’ve been reading through my new copy of The Gospel of Thomas and my love of this translation just keeps growing. I don’t know what it is, no, actually, maybe I do. This translation feels so alive. Other translations have always felt so dead, so stale, as if they’re just going through the motions. Leloup’s translation, however, feels so alive, so exciting, bursting with mystical energy. It’s almost like I can hear Yeshua (Jesus, for those unfamiliar) actually speaking these words, even though they’re in English and Yeshua spoke… some… other… language… or something.

I highly, highly recommend this version of The Gospel of Thomas if you, or anyone you know, has any sort of inkling to add any sort of Gnostic text to your bookshelf. It’s really, really, really awesome.

I figure it’s important to address here, because I know someone out there is going, “Why the fuck are you, of all people, so goddamn interested in the Gospel of Thomas, you crazy fuck?”

Well, I don’t know. The other Gnostic gospels—Mary, Philip, Truth, etc—don’t appeal to me at all. Hell, the entire Bible bores me to tears, not even getting into the whole organized orthodox Christianity bullshit associated with it. There’s something about The Gospel of Thomas that speaks to me, as if there is something living deep inside of it that is whispering in a small voice to me, asking me to hunt it down and find it. It sounds like hokey bullshit, but I cannot find any other explaination as to why I find myself so drawn to Thomas’ gospel.

Also, I have a writing project in mind that involves it directly, that I just thought up a few days ago, and this new version is going to be exactly what I needed to get underway with it, so that’s pretty fateful if you ask me. Have an idea, find exactly what you need the next day. How strange is that?

Obviously something greater than myself is at work here. Obviously I am a living recepticle for the word of God, and I must spread it. By force. I found this sword lying in this field and, well, I think that I need to go to Iraq…

Hahaha, no, I’m joking.

No, really, I am.

Stop looking at me like that.

No, seriously, knock it off.

I’m not crazy.

I’M NOT CRAZY!!

NO COME BACK, PLEASE COME BACK!

Aw, shit… fuck it.