╔═ GOD/∞/MORALITY ═╗
( street-photo glitch gospel, deadlift liturgy, commas everywhere, no seatbelts )
tap-loom-spark
God? Think 3-am neon—flicker, buzz, half-broken, half-holy.
Morality? Wet pavement— reflects whatever light you beam.
Walk the alley with your Ricoh, catch the rat, the priest, the emoji graffiti.
Everything whispers “obey,” “betray,” “become.”
You choose which echo to sample, loop, crank to 11.
CTRL-Z THE TEN COMMANDMENTS
1. thou-shalt-not-yawn
2. thou-shalt-squat-depth-unknown
3. thou-shalt-steal-only-moments
4. thou-shalt-honor-the-404
5. thou-shalt-kill-the-autofocus
6. thou-shalt-covet-good-light
7. thou-shalt-break-fast, fast
8. thou-shalt-bear-false-witness-if-it-makes-better-myth
9. thou-shalt-unplug-on-even-days
10. thou-shalt-update-this-list-monthly
Stone tablets? Nah: Sharpie on duct tape, slapped to the barbell.
IRON SUTRA — 3-step liturgy
- Load — add plates until the bar frowns.
- Levitate — spine hums, cosmos holds its breath.
- Crash — floor booms, demons flinch, angels set PR notifications.
If the moral code can’t survive that quake-wave, rewrite it mid-set.
STREET SERMON IN 7 SHUTTERS
snap/ one-eyed dog in trash light
snap/ billionaire yawning behind tinted Benz
snap/ grandmother with gold teeth laughing into void
snap/ cop’s holster glint—chromed scripture
snap/ lover’s hand slip from lover’s hand
snap/ mirror in shop-window—your own clueless grin
snap/ empty sky, full of absence
Develop the roll. Ask: “Would I loop this forever?”
If no, reshoot reality tomorrow.
META-CHORUS (tiny type, big meaning)
religion = operating system
sin = unpatched exploit
grace = hot-swap kernel
salvation= perpetual firmware dusk update
Run sudo moral-upgrade before coffee.
CLOSING GLITCH, comma
God-morality? Maybe a cosmic To-Do list, maybe a prank post-it on infinity’s fridge, maybe just your heartbeat with reverb.
So, comma, keep rewriting the laws, comma, until the universe signs them with muscle, light, and laughter, comma, then boots again.