WISEABOVE

TheTimeIsRipe...

2011-12-10T20:18:00.009-06:00

Nov 14, 2011: Jesus sed: 'In history such decadent civilizations destroyed themselves from within, and America is experiencing all of the symptoms of the fall of the Roman Empire'. I say: Whetha alla youse wanna believe in that quote or not makes no difference to me; however, why does our Mother (the Mother of Jesus) say only 1/4 of humanity shall live in Heaven after we pass away? Meaning 3-outta-4 humans will go to Hell for eternity!!! --- Get ready, folks, for WWIII is coming soon. And if America is attacked, you can betchur @$$ we'll fire nukes at Russia. Then, goodbye. See ya in Heaven. Sad how the whorizontal world removes the fear of the Liar, yet, who's choice is that??

BOOKS-4-SALE!!!!!

2011-12-02T05:15:00.030-06:00

I published three novels yeeers ago, the third one's literally redundant - just wanted to make a Trilogy. Nevertheless, while the download's free for my two novelty under my ol' nom de plume, OttoMann, I put a price on the first two just so you could hold'm in your hands. Under a meeesly $20 for each link. Buy'm!! and help this mortal feed-the-poor --- Like romance? Like gobbsa clichés? idiot idioms? and etymology? Like adventure in this weee, finite existence? Like a never-ending-summore-weirdness that's, hmmm, nowhere2Bfound?? Lemme teach you the Way Home2Heaven by reading our blogs where you'll find God doesn't have to be stuck-in-the-past amidst the boring, hardcore views of the Great Beyond; we can do whatever we like Upstairs - God only gives bawls to those who see the need for humility. We love you, girl. The world doesn’t; the world only wants to use you and abuse you, yet, God never interferes with YOUR free will --- Remember, December's the time for 'advent' (which simply means 'coming') - coming of the Christ child in the stable -and- God's new earth (the -Warning- beyond stoo/pid [two words] what the filthy rich think they can accomplish in the time left). As I learned from the Protestant church several weeks ago, as I was sitting in service (I know. Catholics vs. Protestants don't exaaactly mix; however, there's only one God -and- I try to bridge the gap between'm withe help of a gracious family across the street), the pastor handed-out a sheet on Mark 13:1-37, subtitled '13 specific things we learn in this 13th chapter'. 1/13, the disciples were very secure in their surroundings, as we are. This is not good - we should be readyNwaiting to leave for the refuges instead of watching TV which is both a crutch and a distraction from doing what God wants - besides, the earth isn't our Home; 2/13, the blunt reality of life was spoken by Jesus, 'Don't count on what you see, even though it seems substantial'; 3/13, the disciples ask a normal question, 'When??' Jesus doesn't give a specific time nor date, but answers we must be ready - only God knows and He ain't tell'n nobody, brudda; 4/13, world persecution doesn't signal The End, only the beginning of The End - and, 5/13, persecution is to be expected by illogical, homosexual, CaféteriaChristians who cannot break-away from this world. Psst!! Dude, if you ain't going Up, wherest art thou going?? Jesus, I trust in You. 6/13, you have a mission!!! Fulfill it!!! C'mon! Don't just sit around lazily waiting for The End, which is sloth, a mortal sin in the eyes of God (going now to MPH to confess five sins this ChristMass season: Lust, Sloth, Pride, Vanity, Anger [sadly, those haven't the vertical impact that they once did, I'm afraid, thanks to the with-it, whorizontal liberals of this dayNage - see why our Mother Mary sed recently only 1/4 of humanity would enter Heaven?? Supporting the slaughter of babies, yet, saying how much you love the human race is TOTAL hypocrisy. God knows, nonetheless, and He'll repay U.S.]; I strongly suggest you do the same in this month). 7/13, no matter what YOU face, you won't face it alone: not my will, but YOURS be done, for Jesus knows best - He can actually see around koRnerz; 8/13, ANY relationship can be tested - we might be forced to make some difficult choices as Jesus was; 9/13, when it finally happens, it will happen quickly, so hold fast; 10/13, Christ Jesus Himself shall return and wipe-out the naughty people (those who think nuthin of turning-their-lives-around and go on witheir mortal sin - abortion and homoism R the two primary, mortal sins which we're accused of by God which we shall be punished severely for precisely because we thot nuthin of offending the Trinity); 11/13, no need to be caught without being ready. How am I ready? Got my backpack fulla food, clothing, sleepin gear, ready to go in an instant when Jesus calls: I'm out-the-door, on my mountain bike, under the cover of invisibility, to find my refuge till the storm passes. They didn't believe Noah? Most of U.S. don't believe me. Groovy. Whatever; 12/13, nobody except the Father knows what time it is; 13/13, the bottom line is: Be Ready!!! --- WAYS TO PRACTICE WATCHFULLNESS: ~Examine your life for spiritual sloth, spiritual complacency ~Pray for the unsaved, loved ones, our nation ~Witness to a friend or strangers who don't know Mr. Jeees.is ~Pray for pursecuted Christians ~Simplify your life to reduce the dependency on materialism ~Love others, forgive'm, but kick-their-ass if they try to hurt you (CCC) ~Ride thy bike when it's 20 degrees to church ~youNeye must not think whorizontal anymore than we must. And the reason is this: for U.S., this well-oiled, finite existence is only a test given by our Creator to see who has the BAWLZ. Discuss, the church lady sez (another #@!! fabulous name for a band [with an anarchy symbol, of course]). God bless you.

This Morning, I Had a Vision...

2010-07-19T10:37:00.013-05:00

(at 3:35 am). The Voice sed, "Only if you wanna escape the horrors of Hell will you NOT take the Mark of the Beast." ...who's with me?

So, why don'tcha meet me Upstairs where we can play ThumWarz while we wait for our beer? May the Almighty God of our ancestors flagrantly bless you profusely (why use a double-entendre? are you not mortal? we need all the help we can, dude); may you wiseabove unto thy Heavenly Abode to have joy-full occupation forever. Just as I love Jesus, my Brother, so I bestow upon thee, just and worthy liege, the same. JUSTORUM ANIMAE IN MANU DEI SUNT ET NON TANGENT ILLOS TORMENTUM MORTIS (Latin: the just person shall be in everlasting rememberance).

If the followin' is too irrelevant, that's perfectly understandable; however, Christ the King is perfectly relevant if thou knowest where thou goest, understand? So, follow along, class, to read the Signs of the Times (between the lines, too) to realize Jesus is a complete, concrete, kick-some-ass reality. I'm proof. Like an adorable piglet don't grow-up to be a FEMA-gestapo-swine; DON'T GIT SO INVOLVED IN THE PASSING WORLD YOU LOSE YOUR IMMORTAL SOUL!! -Ion Yoo

2010-07-03T20:32:00.099-05:00

" ... before martial law comes, you will have the Warning and a sign to leave for My refuges before they will come to kill My faithful." -Jesus, June 22, '10 JohnLeary.com

Christianity's waaay cool for those who are baptized, believe in God, and know where they're going; Heaven's WAAAAAAAY beyond awesome; yet, Hell's the total opposite for eternity. Choose. 'My desire to love is my greatest desire.' -cutNtoo (wonder if your soul is cutNtoo on the chopping-blok?)

Choose right.

Choose the Light.

And win thy fight:

90 minutes in Heaven

Smile! God loves you!

What other choice is there?????

2010-06-29T18:10:00.072-05:00

Oratorical Prowess ...which most don't wanna hear; most only hear with 'blinders' on (referring to a horse that looks only one way or some animal which is made to by humans): most refuse to believe the Illuminati controls what your children hear, thus, Satan has complete control and God's pushed aside DON'T SEND OUR CHILDREN TO HELL

Our choice, their demise.

Good to see, J, for there's a massive W.A.R. comin' and you're gonna be the Loser unless you git-off your throneOphony. Let's see, at least 50% of U.S. didn't vote for the Liar, didn't vote for financial meltdown, an organization that basically rapes women - Planned Parenthood, and materialism/extreme vanity are at their peak. Like superficial ZITS on the face of the American culture (here one day, gone the next), God Almighty shall squash'm in His Divine Justice; He'll bring His Hand down on you like a bug. What's the difference between Ozzy, GG Allin, and you? Nuthin, notta lotta, except ONEs barely alive, ONEs in P, and you're going down. Figure it out, mama crass.

"If America ever dies, it will not be by conquest, but suicide." Fulton Sheen Whether you like him or not, doesn't matter; religion, race, moolah doesn't matter. We all must come together to STOP the BO from destroying U.S. in November. Because he will. -Green Mountain Boys

Jesus, Mary, Joseph! Help U.S.

2010-06-13T18:37:00.044-05:00

Most of U.S. don't know this, but if Jesus condemns you, our Mother might save you. Why? Jesus came OUT of our Mother; everything He is was once Hers - the fruit of her womb. Without her, the Holy Spirit couldn't've brot Him into this world. She was once mortal, right, so without Jesus, she could never be where she is now: the Queen of Heaven. Say the Rosary. End his stupid prezidency. Bring our troops home to protect U.S. from the real enemy: Barack Obama.

Sintax Error

2010-01-18T22:13:00.103-06:00

(a slightly morbid convo with Satan I had written yeeeeers ago; this lengthy, unwieldy, grisly story is appropos? fascinating? when I went Upstairs after our accident: I was sitting on a cloud, waiting for my precious, adorable Janet to get her hair done, which you very well know how long THAT takes, waiting for the wonderfull symphony NOTE: Progress at thy own volition. I realize people plagiarize 24/7 in this age of the clandestine PC. That's fine. Copy away. Nuthin I can do. But, yet, we all perish. Thank YOU, God!!! Be forewarned, then, in Heaven my deliciousNnutritious blog will be in bookform (already a bestseller in the Great Beyond), where I'll sign autographs for prevailing in this deviant age for those who wannum (-that should be added to the American lexicon). Why wouldn't God do that for me?? Dream big, dude. Only have this Finite Existence to wish for the stars. Let's begin while I git offa my soapbox...)

Think about it, BottoM, otto with a BM, flatulating, he showed me his scaly brass. Oh, that's pleasant. You're disgusting. Duh. Why ain't you here? as he laughed hideously and stepped on a 'damn varmint' - No use repeating it once you already seen it. I put on a rather stupid look. I'm like Winslow Homer, unholy dude: win my disbelief slow, Homer. I'm a complete moron when it comes to math! So true! That, too!! You win the cracker!! ... and I don't subscribe unto thy undisguised absurdities well That shut-him-up for awhile... but only for awhile. he growled loudly in invisible animosity, "Ain't that precisely my job? To torture you with thots of seppuku? Political, ritual disembowelment? Death? The Abyss of Misery? About how taking the Wide Road is muuuch easier? How you wouldn't be so damn lonely if you gave-up your Cross? Of beautifull, loaded women and how you wanna get inside their pantaloons to slobber all over'm? Huh?? C'mon!! Don'tcha wanna smoke some Mary Wanna with groovy Bob Vila??" "2-4-1, bay-beee! Got'm all here at our Mojo Dojo!!" (pointing to the Great Beyond) "Act quick, going fast, ya 98-pound-weakling." I kicked sand in his face, he saw it coming, as he stepped on another, krazy kritter. She yelped. "Don'cha just wanna lay-into'm?" Shakin-my-ol-noggin. "So, tell me, ya beef-side-dish, why again do you have such animosity toward the human race?? The yummy, GooberNatorial??" He screamed, blacker than decker, "THEY GOTTA PLACE NEAR GOD!!!" "Oh, and you don't, ya dumbass??" "Shut up, ya hazard-unto-humansNdomestic animals." "You scared like a wuss to repent?" "How - " "Nyah. My love's domesticated Upstairs to an infinite number of times greater than the hatred YOU feel, hershey-highway-horizon." "WOULDYA SHUT THE HELL UP??" he didn't back down. "How the flesh is weeek, so I drawNskratch my wicked claws along the blackboard of humanity." "O-tay," I nodded. A 'coup de maitre' was beginning, a sly, volatile subversion that'd leeve him breathless in diss-kourse. Goody!! Kick-his-ass all over town "O-tay. Suppose that's the Tail-End of Two-Cities, k? Heaven and Hell. Everytime a woman has an abortion, our society as a whole is involved, Liar: our culture is too immersed in the superficial to see you, ya bagga crap." "And the point, wee child?" as he yawned and checked his Dimex, for you very well know you can stop DEAD on a dime. "Heaven is out there somewhere, anywhere but here inside you," pointing to our chest. "Too ethereal, too farNaway to be of any use to U.S. right? So why bother? Just go to church on Sunday, shut-the-hell-up during service, be a good Cafeteria-Christian, a good cookie-cutter-conformist, then, live as you wanna." Without a pause, "Wise-ass" (under his breath - I took that as a compliment) "You catch on quick, Republican-Rebel! Next exploded view of a question is?" I quickly nodded my noggin, "Very sad: you insulate and insinuate to conform the savvy, smooth 20th century, 35-year-old-tweens." He skreeemed with his abject, filthy voice, "NOT FOR ME, DUMBASSWHOLE!! Why, there's health plans! Skip love! Skip God! God's a Big-Ass-Loser if you think like the world! Tofu, evian, workout clubs, Caucasian women, where the focus is on the flesh, impelling YOU into sin!! Nyah, people don't need God! That's precisely why I shall lead'm DOWNTOWN: if there ain't no questions anymore, there certainly ain't no answers anymore," seductively self-confident.

Sintax Error_II

2010-01-12T13:22:00.192-06:00

But, yet, there's one more Latin word he seemed to have forgotten: 'CONFIDENT' (another in Latin: 'FIDO' - always faithfull, like the USMC): God's always faithfull to His remnant. "Waaay before you fell from grace, were you a seeker of the salvation we mortals have forgotten?" he thot a few miliseconds and "Man, you ain't never gonna make'm see the Light; eye will however, the glorious illumination of their errors." "O, how wrong you are, King of Thy Demise. I could curse you till my many number of writing utensils ran-out of ink, which wouldn't make much difference anyway. We're where we are by choice." "Yeah, well, nix. Nil. Squat. Squib. What's thy point, Devil worshipper?" skratching his awful, forked goatee. I rolled my eyes. "Eat-up, folks. I know you're very hungry for discernment and truth. It doesn't matter if Clinton told you to bomb from massive B-52s high in the sky in a country halfway-around-the-world or Halliburton told you to strike a deadly blow, you're still killing people, you're still germ-in-atin thy spores of violence. What?? Are you gonna still follow the leader of this horizontal realm?? Can't you read the signs of the times?? God's a precious metal!! Not some totally worthless, Monex coins that're both totally greedy and totally gone when you perish." I crossed my legs and settled in. Gonna be here awhile. "Yo! Odor of Deception!! If our lifetimes are a trifle, melting snowflake, you really expect'm to believe your man-eater-lies??" "Why not? God's dead anyway. You're just pistol-whipped." I checked my watch: lil' past eternity. "O, is that fact? Know why I received the title 'Blessed Efficacious', no more, no less?? Because I'm a saint. What are you? A pivotal, lil' flower pistle which God could crush if He so wanted." Wiping a tear from his eye, "That's so damn touching." "Ever since fifteen, laying in that cardboard-box of a bed at Craig Hospital I've constantly thot and thot about my demise and being withe Big Boss Upstairs (and Bruce Lee, too): everything has to do with Him and the salvation of all people's everywhere. I spit unto thee, ya complete deletion." So I tightened my black belt in faith and sed to this bogus, uncultured, rogue element, "You listen here, ya ugly-eye-booger," as I straightened myself up. "While the world is quite ready for the 'Genesis Apple' to fall down, down, down to land at your stanky, killer feet, you AIN'T the Supreme Authority here. The Y is. Jesus hanging tortured on the Cross. God asks, 'Why alla the petulant animosity? Why don't you conform the Liar by loving thy neighbor these Last Days before the fall of mighty humanity? And bring his teeny-tiny-weiner-roast to an end before his time?' Janet Irene lived in an A-frame-house. Should be an A+" He yawned, staring, as he played a vicious battle of ThumWarz with hisself, brudda. I, however, decided to forego that unjust conclusion and proceed withe knowledge which was verily timeless: "For just as the night honors the daytime, so it with love: you come outta the dark of night into the Light of Love... isn't that beee-autifull?" forgetting for a second who I was toking to, remembering how we were gonna love for ten days if a day was possible. Then, alas, I came back down. Peee-yu! What the hell is that odious odor?? "You're quite repulsive," as he was snackin' on a rotting cranium. "And you're fruitlessly incongruous," with a wave of his claw, he brushed it aside. "Pro'bly got that outta someplace in a book. God's X-Tra-Large-Library maybe?" I laughed. "Nay, nay, my poor, poor Diablo. Those feeble words and proud verbs weren't taken outta some dusty, ol Lovejoy letter high on a shelf behind the grey cobwebs where you reside; they're mine, I assure thee, as I speek the Truth." "Gimme another pieceObullshit." "Nay, nay, I bespeek unto thee no lies: I'm a writer of chastity, the Gospel, and the wonderfully, bitchin Upstairs life. Wanna brochure?" "Pshaw..." he made the crazy sign at the sideOhis head. "Back on the trax on the Panzer. Don't you see now what Hitler refused?" he rolled his eyeballs and then put'm back in. "Hello? HELLO?? TardOmatic. Come in!! I'll never see," withe utmost precision. "Touché, mon Diablo. Precisely why flies stick to paper." In the dark, how could he? "What an ass." "Though some people expect too little from the Good Things of this world, always seeking after superficial vanity." "VANITY??" his ears immediately perked up. "What's vanity? But a four-letter-word starting with some V?? Hell, I'm cuter than a flagrant purpose while they suck on my heat-seeker, baby." "True, true, while the jeneration-X is quite extraordinary, the extensive realization comes when they realize VINCENT QUE SE VINCENT (Latin: [basically] 'conquering thyself is better than conquering others') ending in pyrrhic, but Heavenly victory... and...

(mo' at HolySocks)

No matter how wealthy or wise you become or what fortress or castle you superfluously encase thyself in or how much moolah thy greedy, optic nerve encompasses to live a few more years, you're still gonna croak, pal. The length of time it takes a weee gnat to swallow her weee phood, that's precisely how long our weee existence is: to-the-point [literally] of the TRI-angle when we'll be judged based on how worthy our lives were. Personally?? I have absolutely no fear of my judgment: fulla abundant faith, superSEEDinjury, and steadfastly carrying my Cross to The End, while moreNmore of U.S. cannot break-away from what the Liar sed. Nevertheless, compared to our weee lives, the TRI-angle is a deliberate incomprehensibility prepared by our Father in Heaven, towering for decillions and nonillions of eons and then summore, a rock-solid-standard of persuasion to the savvy Asians. AGAIN, like I described in our three novels, we have how long on this earth? 88? 97? 111? meeesly years? If you're as smart as I in my head injuredness, you'll see that ain't that long to decide --- Like a mighty mountain range crumbling when the lovely dove barely scrapes it on Her flight each year, that, too, is how long eternity is (to skratch down the mountain into nuthin). Amen to pi...

I Been Telling Youse For Yeeers...

2009-12-27T18:46:00.136-06:00

IMMENSELY INTENSE, informative, insightfull, truthfull, and, dare I say, entertaining(??) That's sooo common knowledge: millions of souls are RUSHING! STORMING!! Hell in their stupidity, thinking, 'ain't no place, bud - how could God love charcoaling people?' by preferring to live lives the way YOU wanna. America, if you don't believe in one, you're more than likely to fall into Hell - please don't stick-yer-head in the sand AND/OR delve into a man's excessively bawdy, cheezy bunghole in S/M (yep, I know exactly what some gays do - my Dad counsiled'm in psychotherapy [there's a Way out, homosexuals, or any person who wants to break-free]). But, yet, it's really up to one person: UP TO YOU Remember: there ain't no coming back if you don't like it, as well as there ain't no going to Hell, either, once in Purgatory much less the Delightfull Realm: 1. Love thy God alone, 2. Love thy neighbor non-sexually (except in marriage between man/woman), and 3. Pray the Holy-Roller-Rosary daily --- But, alas! The SuperEgo!! is already here I'm afraid: humility coupled with meekness is a by-word, a paltry saying taken out nightly withe poultry to be slaughtered: a methodical, unctuous progression to WWIII funded by both the Masons and our insufficient, vainglorious prez. I'm more than ready to be a martyr. Are you, BO? If not, these'll help: Bibles, God's-Thunder, self-defense --- PS Objects like the Rosary, Saint Benedicts medal, HolyWater, Crucifix... are considered holy simply because we liken them to what's in store for U.S. in the Great Beyond, not because idolatry dictates the way which we behave - if that were the case, Fred Phelps, then WHOOPS we would be in the same place fifty years from now. And I ain't going to Hell, son, because you cannot love, you cannot think, you only 'obey'. Loving profusely is only for Heaven. Nevertheless, the four expressions above are set apart FROM the profanely, powerLESS polluted world by the Trinity precisely because God's not part of this world, yet, the world isn't separate from Him precisely because the earth only exists through God. Understand?? HeeHee The Trinity's a Gordian enigma - we'll only begin to understand God for eternity in Heaven; God also surpasses U.S. infinitelyNmorally, and compared with His, our existence is only like dirty snow thrown into a hot oven, for our lives depend entirely, ultimately on His Will --- So, focus on Jesus in this wee existence. Every - one of U.S. deserves Heaven, and rightfully so - Hell was made for the Devil and his dagnasty angels, but not all of U.S. achieve the sanctity or humility needed in this Lifelong Demise. Hope me does. Again, focus, focus, focus on God, not on the world Help is always here: I've put a few, literal crosses on my stairs and you've seen me, too, on my many trips to Grantville, to Auburn, to Lawrence in the summertime. Want Heaven, doya? Pick-out two, hefty piecesOplywood, k? Cut'm up, glue'm tight, let'm dry overnight, and ta-da!! Reeeeel easy to enter Paradise: just gotta wanna. Begin now: GLORY2GOD!!! -

Jesus came not to bring a sporadic, fermented piece of e-harmony, not to assuage like a wussmaster and be all swiss-cheese-like; Jesus Christ came to divideNconqueer, divide the masses along the toughness of thy mind - anyone can have BIG biceps as you're listening to Blue Oyster Cult at Maximus (that's weeek); to derive/drive the Way Home, to illuminate the astute, too, and be a voluminous anchor to those hardcore people who only wanna live for the death of diplomacy, the inauguration of something invincible, the Greatest Expectation: the resurrection of the Renaissance. Jesus came to be a wooFMaster: He'll blow - you - away, toots Be ready!! Jussto letcha know, sly, I'm having a BIG-OL party Upstairs for about ten years celebrating our resurrection. You're so invited, you're so more than welcome. Don't bring anything but a smile, beer-King-Kongs, Heavenly MaryJane that'll put-you-out-like-a-light, and secchs. A whooole lotta secchs. Drinks will be on the Big House God bless you.

choose:

2009-11-04T22:15:00.168-06:00

If sow bugs loooooove to crawl under rocks to find safety from the world, I guess I'm a rolly-polly and Jesus is my ROCK:

HOW LONG IS ETERNITY? Say the universe is as long as California (N2S), k? Furthermore, say the literal number 999999999... ran ALL the way upNdown that state in a Papyrus font. That alone would make anybody's soul pleased PRECISELY because you know FOR A FACT, JACK, that numeral would eventually come to an end, finally reach the epilogue. Not so with Hell: we ABHOR with a passion the horrors of the damned, just lookit SAW, yet! a lot of U.S. have an over-yearning, hatefull-weight of Jesus that both psychosomatically, psychologically deters us the satisfaction of knowing we're at peace with our Creator. Thus, the latter outweighs the former: the Liar can and will 'play' that to our detriment - he hates YOU with a passion, too, and SAW is forever, dude.

HOW LONG IS ETERNITY?? Our existence is exactly like a TRI-angle, however large or small, and the base is earth where you were born. Coo, baby. Everything's sauve and cool. Yet, as you grow older, the TWO sides eventually meet, the TWO ultimately converge, or it wouldn't be called a TRI-angle, it'd be called a wreck-tangle like what happened to us. A triangle grows together, nevertheless, the TRI-nity: exactly how God wants it, that's how God made us. Who can argue and fight the DudeMan?? Can you? Wow. I'd love to see you kick-His-ass. You're nuthin... more NUTHIN' if you sin. Better be humble, kid. You're not all that. Nevertheless, a stopping point is decided for all - our mortal demise. My point? Dunno. Just like toking bout TRI-angles because they're very mortal; then! we can rise-up into the hourglass for eternity!! And what a looovely hourglass She is...

In your Finite Existence, pick wisely wherest thou goest, k? Ain't no comin' back if you don't like it. And, believe-you-me, you won't after three seconds or less. God'll sayeth unto thee, 'Son, you made thy choice' Unbelievable how I see young adults who only lookit the superficial, never bothering to see the genuine, the substantial, adamantly refuse to look inside in this lost, forsaken CULT-ure of idols on god-like-TV.

God does love U.S. passionate-ly; however, that doesn't take away our FREE WILL to turn away, descending into the passionate flames - whatever WE choose for our eternity, the Trinity will graciously bestow upon U.S.

The blessed will not care what angle they're regarded from, having nothing to hide -W.H.Auden

goood axiomatic, objective argument...

2009-10-29T20:12:00.054-05:00

the kind they teach in Steubenville, OH:

1) you believe in God

2) and everything He sez is TRUE,

3) therefore, Purgatory is a fact

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“We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid, Obama”

—Ben Franklin

No Experience Necessary!!!

2009-10-28T18:06:00.055-05:00

Use a silencer when you murder me!!! C'mon. Everyone knows I'm a head injured terrorist anyway on Janet's list - when Wall Street tells the BO to jump? Our Kneegrow Prez sez, How high, massa? All a bright, shiny lie, America! Don't you DARE stand before Jesus and explain WHY you told deceit after deceit to the American people along with your cronies in DC; Jesus will say, "I never knew thee. Away from Me. You disgust Me" God Almighty stands for truth, liberty, equality, and 'ex caput mortuum' (Latin: literally, 'dead heads'). You disgust me, too, BO: you should have your picture on the wall next to Satan and Hitler.

Thank you for mortification: BOs pro'bly NOT gonna read my letter to the Dark Domicile and, besides, the SS lookit our blog everyday to see whot this terrorist is up to. So, goody, lemme begin:

"Dear Mr. Oximoron... How does it feeel to know Satan's got you RIGHT where he wants you? How does it feeel to know you're in grave danger of damnation (and alla your peons who grovel), controlled by strings from above like a silly puppet who dances for all the world to see which could easily be broken when THEY don't need you anymore, ya synthetic charade? If you HAD lissened to Jerimiah WRONG, you'd know if you don't wanna go to the Abode of the Damned, mortal BO, if ya don't wanna lead U.S. along like blind lemmings who follow YOU off the cliff to their destruction by God for abortion, which you strongly advocate, I'd strongly suggest you take a lookit OUR blog. No, sir, I don't hate Negros, ya ominous masterpiece; I just hate you for being reeeeeelly retarded. Coming from me? Ouch. Dude, that's a slap dans le visage, oui, mon pouvoirs établis? Hmmm. Who's the head injured one here??"

2009-10-23T19:11:00.065-05:00

Carry on, my wayward son -Kansas You're now free to move about the cabin without training wheels; however, talk is cheap YOU alone have the opportunity RIGHT NOW to accept Jesus, though most of our beliefs are completely incongurous to the reality of eternity. If YOU perished today due to forces beyond your control, do you know where you'd be? If you don't, we can fix that right now, forever, with one, simple prayer:

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"Lord Jesus, I realize I have made some bad decisions, but please accept this mortal into your Kingdom when I croak; I now accept whatever this worthless life throws at me, for I know now God has something much more brilliant and splendid for my lengthy eternity. Take, Lord, and receive my entire liberty, my understanding, and my whole will - all that I am and all that I possess YOU have bestowed upon this mortal sinner. I now realize I can do absolutely nothing without YOU, for the very air I breathe has been made by the Trinity. I surrender them all to God to be disposed of according to Thy Most Holy Will; grant me only your love and your grace - with these I shall be content and desire nothing more. Amen"

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Live in me, Lord Jesus; lemme live in YOU - your branches always much fruit. Without the reaper, the sower has no chance; without the Son, plants wither and perish; without YOU, I know I can do nothing that lasts. But with Almighty God, I can accomplish whatever YOU desire for my earthly and eternal happiness... Become fearless! NOW!! I AM the Way -JC, the Creative Doctrine who plays overNover how much He loves U.S. Worship God first, then, quibbleNdribble over your worthless political parties, k? Cuz thar ain't no political parties in Heaven, I can assure you.

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NOTE: What does it mean when you read 'fear God'? Simply, we should be in AWE/RESPECT of the Trinity who made U.S. sinful mortals; for Christians, however, it goes withe territory: RESPECT equals SALVATION Hint-Hint-Hint-Hint-Hint-Hint-Hint-HintWhile I saw'm in Lawrence at the Bottleneck, they're tooo much of a dead, gutteral, metal-band; however, I just put that in for the kick-ass, ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT aspect of the logo - how did Jesus conform to the world? Christ laid down His life for U.S. I should do the same because I love you. Why wouldn't you wanna become a saint?? If not celebrated on the Catholic calander, you'd have the dignity and respect for eternity. Whoa. Dude. Can't beat that.

I'll just meet you there!!

2009-10-09T09:54:00.148-05:00

Is God gonna damn U.S. for speeding? Of running red lights? Of looking at those gorgeous, nude females? Of showing off our rage when they cut-us-off in traffic? Of losing your temper? Of gluttony, pride, and the sin of having anal sex which IF YOU DO IT LONG ENUFF it widens thy bunghole so you must wear a dagnasty diaper (you say, 'I thot those were only for babies'; I say, touché) Nope. God loves us. God wants us all to be happy forever. Thus, the state of Purgation (if by repentance you achieve it). How can God love burning? First, it's temporary; second, we burn ourselves by our finite search for happiness which we'll never find on earth Such is the meaning of purgatory, and the situation of souls therein But the Church proposes to issue two truths clearly defined as dogmas of faith: first, there is a purgatory; secondly, the souls in purgatory can be let out by the prayers of the faithfull (all over our bloggOrama), especially by the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. While faith does not tell us anything definite about the place of purgatory, the most common opinion (the language of Scripture) and is more commonly received among theologians, place it in the bowels of the earth not far from the damned WITH A WAY OUT!!

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I'll finish by explaining for alla youse lost Protest-ants yet another reason for Purgation. All through my youth, I had a stammer/stutter; also, I had a completely GORGEOUS!!! mature, tall, thin, knock-me-down, knock-me-dead social-studies teacher in first hour at Pauline South, Mrs D in 6th grade (in '81). Beautifull, quiet, soft, wonderfull, adorable, mag-nificent, benevolent, captivating, fascinating, angelic, affectionate, truly devoted to her passion, long hands, jet-black hair, beautiful face, beautiful torso, beautiful legs going on for miles, ALWAYS wore the most gorgeous heels, ALWAYS ready to help me, ALWAYS had the warmest smile upon entrance (just looked like she was made by Almighty God, so pure, so perfect, so 'pugnis et calcibus' [Latin: with all ones might]); truly beautifull inside and out, truly beyond courageous caliber. I'll bet you're beyond stunning in God's Kingdom I so love you, Mrs D Rest in peace. Can't wait to hold you in my arms.

I can now see...

2009-10-06T20:04:00.109-05:00

Repent, Miss Jennings --- Here's a DEE-lightfull piece that goes out to the hardworking or hardly working SS (latter if they stalk me). Instead of raping me in the psycho ward like pussy-cats who don't know where the bunghole is, why don't you be like REAL MEN who gather on the stark, lonely backroads to Grantville and shoot me several times in the stomach WITH A SILENCER!! so my gooey entrails/intestines fall out; again, and again, several times WITH A SILENCER!! when the gun recoils to the heart/upper chest?? THEN! O-JOY!! You can go to Hell withe COM-plete satisfaction you're taking the life of a HARDCORE, HEAD INJURED TERRORIST... and I can die a horrible death!! And... and... I can be free!! And I promise never to hold it against thee!!! Promise!!! Cross-my-heart!!! DEEEL?? Hot deal, huh? Owch. Though will God? Gee. Might wanna think 'bout that. Yeah. I'm afraid He will BUT, NYAH, YOUSE DON'T BELIEVE ANYWAY, SO NADDA PROB!!! I'm the cyclist in Topeka, KS wearing both the MAROON-HELMET-COVER and the NEON backpack my beautifull mom got from bloody, ol England. Can you figure out the rest or do I have to e-mail you?? Ya with me?? Got it?? C'mon, SS!! Ain't tooooo difficult: you're either with me or not - none of this cloakNdagger, neutrality BS if I'm providing you withis super-vital-info.

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If any of you doubt, read 2 Thessalonians 2:7-12 Paul goes on to say, 'the mystery of lawlessness' was 'already at work' in his day - the mighty SS, the mighty mortals who protect the Prez when he signs partial-birth-abortion bills, doesn't speak on abstinance, and gives the order to unleash martial law?? If it was alive and well then, why should we think it is not at work now withe Devil controlling the elite?? Thus, that spreads like a fast growing, disgusting fungus to all levels of society, whether it be pre-schools or public Highs or PhD departments or old people watching MSNBC: the Liar has a way of succulently, creeping-under-doors to infiltrate, influence our culture to make U.S. disbelieve through materialism and violence --- Another point. The parabolic diagram carries a representation of the axiom. That is, it makes a comparison telling U.S. what spiritual reality is like. For instance, in the parables of Jesus, He uses the parabolic diagram of a seed to represent the Word of God, telling U.S. it can be 'planted' in a person's heart and 'grow-up' to Heaven. He's depicting spiritual reality by comparing it to physical reality; furthermore, by taking the King of the Universe who has boundless knowledge, and by speaking it to lowly humans who pick their nose while listenin NOTE: An idiom is an expression, usually a noun or a verb, that has a meaning you cannot derive from the meaning of the individual words. An example: 'a drop in the bucket' - just imagine a vast vat holding several thousand gallons of beer and you put in just, one, drop. See the vast comparison of inequality, can't you? See the sins Jesus forgives U.S. in repentance? See the magnitude of treasure that await U.S. by comparison of the Pacific which flows into all? See the treasure of the God who loves you by His Son who wants YOU in the Great Beyond? See the futilty of mortal sin when this Finite Existence is so finite and we have Eternity to look with horrific dread or joyfull occupation? That should explain the role terrorism plays in Satan's devious plan.

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DECIDE THY ETERNITY

Dominus Vobiscum

YOU can have all this and more in Heaven; however, if YOU choose to have on earth these fantasies without marriage, YOU pull farther and farther away

2009-09-28T21:59:00.152-05:00

from Jesus and nearer and nearer to the Abyss You AB-solutely positive there ain't no Hell for the reprobates? AB-solutely sure beyond the least shadow of a doubt you have this all figured-out in your plastic, excitable knoggin? Or is it, perhaps, because you don't wish to go there for eternity, you dismiss it completely as a figment of my odd psyche, preferring to look again with thy narrow focus to not see wisdom-starin-ya-in-the-face? Or, perhaps, is it just your self-centered, hourglass view on thangs from a KnowNuthin, high school freshman taught by your agnostic, parental units? Whatever. The question remains, dear, like the ubiquitously, proud pronoun, 'ME, ME, ME!', you're AB-solutely emphatic 'Certainly no Hell exists'? --- Bringeth another point unto thy attention. I hear the Great Sahara, not to mention alla the grains in our weee world, has a wholesale on sand - even has a load more than a meeesly nonillion!! Just imagine, Pops, having to EAT alla the 4Nfood on the planet, one morsel per day, more and more blows in from the deceased who turned to dust woeful centuries ago; in your quest to believe in anything but the Dead-End, Social-Intercourse, AB-solutely positive there ain't no Abode of the Lost or any absurd, blockheadish concept?? This is quite the morbid navigation talking about the unliving when the Great Beyond's waiting for those who simply love God while loving their neighbor; but, yet, Satan's filth has an unquenchable, unexhausted, burning withe whole disire to make U.S. lifeless forever: there's evil in the world, chumps, and you better git used to it because it'll soon take you over if you aren't prepared by repentance WAKE-UP!! We only have a Finite Existence on this planet and so when we're Divinely Judged, it's either basking in the Son or roasting with Hitler. Ain't no middle ground, bubba-brudda. Personally??? I don't wanna be told what to do by the Devil, laying in a coffin for eternity in a pit, very hot, very dark, very smelly, my four-extremeties sawn off, never stop bleeding which will fill 'er up, drowning ensues YAY!! surrounded by a gobba effin demons in the Lake of Fire who're sooo effin ugly, you'd have to be quite skillfull with a chainsaw to make'm look any better, sooo, I'm just gonna be a gooood Christian and see if i can't be martyred WHY NOT??? COOL SHOES!!! HOW OBNOXIOUS Bilbo Baggins lost his buttons? Gee. That sucks. Me? I'm planning on going out in a hailAbullits (should be an 'anarchy' sign - that'd be verrry cool). I'm speaking to a brick wall, I know, but there are a few people who'll join me Upstairs in the Great Beyond to have a kick-ass party on MY drawbridge lasting for years and years, and, yes, love making for months and months with different, gorgeous partners which is very, very, VERY cool. C'mon, MossCow! Don't we all fantasize about it, wondering whether or not sex is allowed in the Heaven where we may have anything?? D'oh. Yes, yes, I assure thee, it is. The Almighty lets YOU do whatever YOU want TO in Heaven; furthermore, I firmly believe if we're living in this time, God'll take that into consideration and flagrantly award those who ARE faithfull by allowing us to make love (those who wanna) for eternity Upstairs which the people in past generations don't get precisely because they weren't tempted as greatly COMPREHENDEZ-VOUS??? Jesus didn't lie when He appeared to St. Gertrude, dude; God Almighty wants U.S. to have ETERNAL fun in Seventh-Heaven. Trust me. The Trinity told me. God loves2death the crazies. Gulp. Of course, those who don't wanna believe in fairy tales about how OUR deviant Prez could be so crass and subversive, that's your (a-hem) problem Read the signs of the times!!! Wake-up, sleepy heads!! Time to take thy pills of reality --- If we desire anything Upstairs, anything at all, you think Almighty God cannot provide when God has the power to make our wee, mortal-size-brain think? TRUST ME ON THIS God'll provide anything, anything at all: He's so effin happy you conquered the world when few go Upstairs anymore, He'll give you your most indelible desire. I know. I actually was in Heaven for a brief moment (after my accident) and all my lengthwise liberation can't add a single spark to Janet's life, but I can be with her forever Upstairs. And I de-finitely want B4play PHABBB. YOU. LICIOUSISHNESS. CUBED The choices are INFINITE Dancing. Kissing. Cuddling. Snuggling. Loving. Caressing. Holding hands. Staring into her eyes. Ecclecticy. Hammocks. Dinner with wine, footsy, and luvy-dovy. Goood lookin' women - all are gorgeous in the Great Beyond and all of 'em wanna... though, you have to give'm your thots first. Riding our bikes in the woods. Reading my TRI-logy on a lonely park bench. Holding her close to thy heart, thanking her pro-fuse-ly for being together, and just wrapping my arms around her to be as ONE. Kissing her womb. Kissing her everything in my magnificent love. Giving her a backrub with a featherduster. Taking a shower. Feeding us delicious melons in my atomic heat. All the girls I loved since I was six. Beautifull accents, too, withe ACCENT-GRAVE overhead. Mama Mia. Oh, just somewhere, sometime for eternity, something you wouldn't comprehend unless you seek not to wokNtok horizontal DEVIANT ISN'T ALWAYS BAD I did this to show Heaven Above is NEVER, EVER boring nor worthless as many think. Ya think, 'Why not choose Hell? Upstairs? Damn annoying. All you do is conforming worship. Why don't I live for the world? Indulge. Lust. Gratify every desire?' If you wanna have Christ Jesus damn you at The End?? No thanx, pal. We're to live as if our lives could be over in an instant; live for Christ and nuthin' else. God'll reward YOU with treasures-beyond-measure and thy wildest dreams, son. And, truly, why not sechs? Ayep, the only thang we think about, isn't it, in these Final Days. Ain't no violence in Heaven: a baby outta wedlock, verily opposite of abstinance/obedience, is bad news; very difficult to xxxplain to Jesus at the Final Judgment GOD BLESSA YOUSE PS Hey, God, umm, nothin' is on October 30 on the Catholic calandar (date of our accident), so when i become a saint, and i shall, pretty-puh-leeeze, Jesus? can I have my Holy Day on that Day? Thanx. Profusely -PhonDude, brot to YOU by the letter n (thx, David @ Jerry's)

AWK!word schoolchild:

2009-08-18T13:27:00.030-05:00

" ... sez here in your dizzying program of thy human existence, you like kale, huh?" I shrugged, "I'll eet it, but - " raised eyebrows "as a sacrifice for sinners so they won't take a literal dive, knocking themselves out down below in Perdition" puzzled, like the donkey in C.S. Lewis' novels. He nodded, "Personally? Barf-O-Rama. But, hey, cool. Smart choice, very smart. They have a whole lotta iron and green things do wonders for thy immune system. I'll tell youse why..." pretty excited. Gotta deep, furrowed expression, as the Kansas field foretold in their solitude. "Them leafy veggies?" he continued, "When they guillotined you for thy civil disobedience, anti-abortion views? Dude! The blood, thick, rich, and loaded, like Hershey's chocolate, shot straight-out all over the captain's clothes! Boy, he was pissed. Totally, totally hilarious. You should see it. Wanna? Got it on tape" Shook my head "What difference would it make seeing as I'm Upstairs for eternity? Guess my bricks were not all in my wagon," knocked myself in der knoggin. "Though, I should've had a V8: kept my head on till the very end, huh?" Yes, like a surgeon amputating a gangrened hamstring: my whole neck was khaki, like the kale I ate. "And lookit here," he continued. "Gotta lotta moxie, too. From thy Guardian Angel, Juliet, who wrote this, it sez... you either dreamt of being a... " squinting and chuckling, "a social outcast... lemme have summa that," as we high-5d again. I made the 'c'est la vie' sign which we can't do on earth, "Isn't that life? You're it, humanity. Satan wants your soul. Don't believe me? Don't believe in the Devil? Think he's some cute, lovable being with sad eyes that cannot cause you any harm? Welcome to Hell. Read on to the explicit personals, buddy." "And you write well, boy," looking up from my page. "However, crazy dreams... fruitless reality in that sloppy, uncombed world, I can certainly see why you considered yourself a pariah from thy whiskey, wild youth so fulla sin. God chose you to lead'm. Outstandin' in that field of grain did you leave thy righteous seed, brother. Amen?? Feeeeeel a Negro spiritual comin' on. Lord Almighty." I, of course, guffawed. "Hey, bro, don't laugh. Satan just gave thy society all this knowledge in the 20th century: medicine, thinking you're little gods; autos, thinking you're invincible; abortion, thinking you alone have the right; materalism, thinking you have it all, actually, when used to excess, put up road-blockers on thy spiritual journey toward New Jerusalem, weaving you like a quilt to the left," as he reached into the drawer and pulled-out two cigars, as he put his HUGE feet up on the desk. "So, tell me, ManyNames, you're thinking of moving-on-up the corporate ladder, huh? Congrats, son. What made you realize this drive to achieve, this corporal instigation to attain higher goals?" as he offered me one. "EGADS!!!" declining with a gasp. "YOU SMOKE THOSE??? I thot Heaven was free FROM smoke." "Nyah. Public relations," puttin'm away. I laughed, shutting mon yeaux, "It goes like this, Joe - " "Rap is fine." "Most of the people I met and knew were fairly indifferent to the state of their souls." "The reason?" "Prooo'bly this: worldly desires PLUS a heightened sense of insecurity EQUALS death eternal; however, our promote-from-within policy actually helped a few of them, lottsa prayer and veracity." Hoped I was gonna get it. "Very good," his eyes returned to the paper he was grading. "I see here desired characterisics. Got me in that corner. Some quality control, fade resistant, and Super Vision. Do you value flexibility and intuition?" "Yes, sir!" "Good. So does God. And He wants you to use your natural gifts of a strong-Gestalt-theory and application." Was I thrilled!! I knew I was gonna get it. "This seems all very well and good. You may proceed to Level Negative One," sed he. "Shall I deposit this in the Circular Receptacle?" as the doors to Downstairs slowly creaked open...

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the raw, breath of Hell was like an obscure, repugnant stench that swiftly stuck to thy lungs; like the remains of blind, dead people slowly crawling outta the grave when YOU show, oily and slippery with Riga Mortise that regenerates --- slightly foggy, weird, precious kritterz, humanoids, too, quickly scurrying outta the Light into their dagnasty holes; one passage straight ahead, another to the right; lost in the eerie, clammy darkness; older-than-time stone walls with stanky, disgusting goo dripping everywhere --- there was parking in the Abyss, too, here-N-there, people inside their 250 degree autos, slowly roasting, clawing, scratching, suffocating for eternity. there were no doors; doors had ceased to exist - you're Satan's spawn now...

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"What's thy IQ?" Rap asked. "Low," I responded. "Everything comes from on High."

mo' here...

SINTAX ERROR: part IV

2009-07-22T23:10:00.222-05:00

"Nyah," shaking his unstable, incoherent noggin. "See, I have - " "Wow. A collaberation with gravity??" "Almost. I have - " "Bolshevik bad guys??" "Not quite. I have - " "A renaissance which is opposed to Heaven?" "Shhh. I have - "Wuss." "Shut up. I have-" "Wow. One, whole shekel??" "SHUT!! THE HELL UP!!" I sorta LOL. "No way, dude! I want one, ya firebrand." "Awholelottapowerdownhere," fast-as-a-wagon-with-a-missin-wheel. "Ha. You're nothin but a ring-around-the-RosyODonnel. Not even that. Flowers are beautiful, they worship Jesus, and always the stamens, or MALE STAMINA, to survive on their journey." "And wealth in souls. And pride, too. Can't furget pride. Nope. Up there, I'll be number two if that. Nyah. Don't wanna. Wanna keep'm. They're mine. The End." Flowers can't grow in the dark. "Good Lord above, you're that conceited and selfish, you'd make many billions be fried rather than YOU see the Light??" he blew my mind. "Touché. Who's the one? You or I?" "That's a nasty, black lie. Got them special night-goggles, don'chu?" "Precisely. And where is the light? Don't got no light, brudda. shoot2score!! And that's the way... UH-HUH UH-HUH I like it." He did some meen, disco moves like the Bee-Gee's. I laughed, "You're wildly imbued, ya hot-hed" yelling downstairs with a backhand. "And you're totally Miss Construed," he yelled back up. he couldn't take me or sweeten the kitty, capturing me not; I had something far, far down the chessboard. I feigned shock, "Why, you... you... tufted-tit-mouse you. You're just a futile, Big-Wheel," as I remained staunch like Ponch from Chips. "You say you feel extremely proud to have the faith you do when most of U.S. can't even go to the bathroom without loving their genitalia?" "Geez, evil dude, I do that, too." he stared wholeheartedly at this sinner with renewed wonder, a HAT that's RED, and a mantra of confusion; dadgum, Paw, he stared amazed that I'd have something flourishing within despite my grasp of a useless head injury. he stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, mouth open and, yet, nowhere to go like a rebellious, repulsive liar caught in the act, like I myself would do faced with my Scapular on the Devil. "Amen," quietly. "I know, I know. Hard to mortify and difficult to believe, but, yet, here I am. Screwing you over. I shall demand an audience every time I'm here so you can never escape me for eternity. Golly, Wally, aren't you beginning to feel purged already?" "HOW I WISH YOU HAD PERISHED IN HER AUTO!!!!!" he skreeemed. "Shhh!! ThereThere. She was only the catalyst to get our indelible souls to Heaven, for our bodies are only vehicles to reach eternity, up or down," as I stared right back. "We won't ALL die before our time," kinda, sorta ambiguously. For I was much larger than his rudeness, bigger than his death. "Ain't nice to scream at the King's son, but I forgive you outta compassion." he realized his error then in speaking with his Keith Blowberman, half-ego, and his open-fire-voice rose still further till it was quite painfull, not only to my ears, but the force of his yell made my face go in sorta like Chuck Yeager when he went at Mach speeds; also, his voice had this nauseating, veneer quality to it, like a decayed, soggy, kadavr-in-a-river when you're through sleeping-withe-fishies and you float to the top leisurely. Like eating an unappetizing, suicidal thistle. "HOW I WISH - " "Shöt-up, ya filthy schweinhund!!" like a Gestapo schlemiel. "NOOOOOOOOOO..." gnashing his crappy, slime-covered, pointy-teeth before I could cut him off at the pass. "Evil dude, if wishes were like the misses and gravity in a jar, we'd all be washing dishes in the car, wouldn't we? Go back to yer egregious, stinkin' Abyss. That's what you're good at, ya cynical, smart-ass; that's all I'm gonna say, ya zany, zooillological zookeeper from Zimbabwe." As I turned to leave (God's haircutter's are awesome, BTW: I overstayed my welcome anyway and Janet probably wondered where I was), I stopped Oh, yeah!! I had one more solution and he had one more diabolical diagnosis. We spoke at the same time:

"And wormwood?"

"Got smting fer ya."

What was that leftover stink which was synonymouse withe nostril-filling-stench of thousands of bloated mice? Like a bag of slimy, yummy, brussel-sprouts in the fridge, passionately pushed to the far-east and forgotten for five weeks. My mum was the VERY BEST at keeping phood longer than her life expentancy: Hullo, Harry Mold! Nice knowing ya! Little bitOgreen plankton water on the bottom, deliciousNnutritious things swimming on the lower end of the primordial scale, poi-fect for the Dawn of Creation. Ya never, ever knew what lurks-like-a-growth patiently waiting inside our old fridge.

he swiftly hauled a massive crucifix up the dark stairs with a person nailed, too; her scalp open and her body had LOOOOONG T-5000 staples all over. She was nude, of course, but you couldn't tell where the torso began because she was literally covered in adversity. Blood everywhere. Covering her. Covering him. Everywhere. A foul, fetid odor was coming from both: her body had a distinct extinct, 'nuthin-dies' in the Abyss.

"Geee, uh, that's nice," turned my face. I almost ralphed, as I held my nose. My plan was turning into reality before my very eyes. "Yeah? She likes the abuse, dontya, ya whore." "Liah." "She ain't quite so pretty now, huh?" "Liah." "O, yes, you should see the mighty-mighty jok men. They can take a lot more in their toughousity. But, alas, ya know what?" "What?" condescendingly. "I always win on those who only look parallel." he was dead-set. "She had many abortions. Thot repentance was fuzzy and worthless... and how'd she put it? A wasteOtime in this age of alpha-female-science? Lemme have that feedback form, Barbi and Ken. May get the employment application, but you more-than-likely won't be hired: the baby girl's limp head, miss BrainDead, as they sucked all her Womb-Temperature out. They call it 'patial-birth-abortion'? I call it 'my solution'. God couldn't stop her, so I did." I wept severely, cried bitterly for what seemed like ages, my hands covering my sea-soaked, drenched eyes, totally appalled by his total enmity, her bloody horror of the ages: man's throbbing joystix so filled withe conquest of mortal sin, now placed in her sacred womb-of-womanhood. he was joyfull. "O, boo-hoo. Her babies didn't get a chance, either." "Maybe she does," I whispered. "DAMN RIGHT SHE DOES!!! HeeHee I take alla the rejects who can't come downstairs without first zipping-up their pants, MissMatchMadMagazine. You have morals, sucker. I don't." he looked straight-up at me, almost coming out-of-his-pulpit. "I like that word 'NOW', besides the acronym: no yesterdays, no tomorrows, only 'NOW'. Only the length of eternity awaits those who come to me lair." I felt sick, as I puked-off Upstairs Utopia for the first time, falling down, down, down to land at his webbed feet in large chunks. Weird-animals that looked like humans immediately gobbled it up. Why? Guess they haven't been fed in 277+ years? That's gonna change. When I speak and I throw-up, they better appreciate it. "Ain't she beautifull? Ain't she looovely now?" he laughed, a long, caustic, quiet laugh. "No, my Divine Enemy didn't do this. She did it to herself. We all have free will. Hers was death." "God bless you, girl. I love you." I could see, through alla the dirt and grody, critical mass, she was quite gorgeous - probably had perfect speech, too. Probably what got her her death wish with Charles. "She refused to lissen to wisdom sitting at her gate; always wanted to talk, always running her mouth like the rude, fanatic ceiling-fan going roundNround, going nowhere, with her lame, sordid, earthly-passions of your dayNage. Multi-layered-insecurity, ya think? Lookit where she is now." *koff* "Death comes withe velocity of Babylon... Oh! Blimey ol bloke!! She tryn' to saaay sumtin. Let's give a lissen, shall we?" he put his cranium near her purreed-scalp. Barley breathing on a whisper of a dove, "Help, friend," "What was that? Couldn't hear." "Ah, now I know," as he rolled his eyes skyward. "Stupid bitch sed, 'Go to Hell, Lord Jesus'. That ain't very nice. That's what EYE say!!!!!" as he proceeded to pound her again and again and again and AGAIN...

I looked at the bedraggled, unsavory being who literally fell in his unoccupied infidelity, and laughed - breaking away like a wild stallion in his lust for the world: there was nuthin, not a thing, but a deep, dark, black hole covering him, as if Black Beauty was never born in his contempuous novel. And he moved withe swiftness of lightning, the reprocussions of thunder! No emotions. No feelings besides the vaaast profusion of HATE, the ricocheted antipathy for humanity stuck in the fishing-lures of a plastic fedelity, to take you down under to snooze-withe-bass wherever and whenever you stand fast and committed to riches. Where there's a very biting, a very harsh reform school that never lets out. And HE'S the cruel principal with cruel principles with cloven hooves walking the murkey halls of the deceptive, cultural academy where time is non-existent. he wants to catch the fish going to Hell outta stupidity... and I ain't gonna let him sucka YOU, brudda --- The Treason people follow after 'American Idols' isn't because they don't necessarily have the extraneous faith needed, they're led blindly along filled withe 'slo-mo-metaphor, car-pitch': unable to think for themselves in this NOW mega-mall-culture, the teeming, common compilation in this crippling, parody-like-parade without OUR King of King's to teach'm to walkNtalk again. For alla the haphazard determination and Archie Bunker, schizophrenic MissTakes we've all made in our Finite Existence, we could turn the tide, America. And that only comes from the Most High. Incredible problem? Nope. Just pass the ball, Don Knotts, to Jesus --- Look, take your belief in the Cross of Christ very seriously, or don't expect too much Heaven or Heaven for that matter. When you're dead? You'll seriously wish you had, but then it'll be too late. Now, you're faced with Jesus' Justice. I'm nothing without You, my Original Shrink.

(mo' on this blog at 'Three Amazing People'

[third story from the back])

Jesus again...

2009-06-25T21:01:00.024-05:00

Few things in this earthly life are absolutely certain, the most undebatable of these is death. Every person, even the atheist, will admit this much. Death, however, is not the very last event in this life of yours. Right after death, you shall be judged, thus, the judgment will depend on how you lived this earthly life of yours If you have honestly done your best and followed the Commandments of the Trinity, you shall be rewarded with the perfect life of Heaven; if, however, you have disregarded My loving directions and refused to make use of My generous help [like Repentance and the Eucharist], you shall be condemned to Hell - Death, Judgment, Heaven, and Hell are the four last things toward which you're moving closer to every hour of the day or night --- They will never frighten you if your conscience is clear; if you love God in your daily, Finite Existence, you should have NO REASON to fear Again, death, with all its uncertainties, is a fact Where will you be? On My left side or My right? Think about this and discern. I love you I am a God of Infinite Mercy, yet, I demand Eternal Justice My child, in a little while this earthly life of yours will be over. Just how ready are you to enter into the next? -Jesus 'be brave in carrying thy cross/be courageous in suffering for sinners/love poverty' [in spirit] --- A few wealthy people who know where they're going, they're taking the Up escalator; they don't let wealth/greed be the Be All, End All in our wee-wee, Finite Lifetimes. How do I know? How do I arrive at this difficult, trigonometry conclusion? Son, I lived it, I lived through death, I saw the other side - far beyond magnificent. Read our blog and you'll reach this certainty, too: Que cera cera - what Pontius Pilate sed when Joseph of Arimathaea asked for His Holy Body, too, I believe JUST GOTTA BELIEVE AND REPENT... and you, too, will have a place withe saints to have a wild party that never, ever ends!!!

Just know my Pop went to old-sKOOL withe Jesuits, the teacher who heard Jesus speak (circa Brooklyn, NYC,1955) when we HAD morality in this nation

2009-06-22T23:17:00.028-05:00

Anyone who takes time to think of what I deserve, cannot deny that each one of you humans owes Me more than that person can ever repay. Yet, in spite of My goodness and wholehearted love, some people still choose to walk away from Me. They refuse to follow My directions and, as a result, they fall into sin. Though I made them mortals for Heaven, they shall never see it because they're refusing to do what it takes to get there Hell was made for the Devil and his rebel angels You were made for Heaven. In refusing to live FOR Heaven, you people choose to live WITHOUT Me. Thus, you shall have your wish when you perish - you shall join the rebel angels in Hell. Very, very UNpleasant for eternity. Actually, in refusing to follow My law, the U.S. actually turns her back on Me as the fallen angels did. If that person dies in this condition, they condemn themself to Hell. The Heavenly Jury which convicts that sinful mortal, convicts their own sinful lifetime. I, the Second Person of the Trinity, merely pronounce on what they themself have chosen There's nothing on earth which can compare with Hell - beyond all description; one must see it to know it - words fall way short of the reality which is Hell I MAKE NO THREATS HERE, people. I want you to face this fact: unless you live for Heaven, you shall one day be in Hell. Stop, read, and think this URL through -Jesus 'it is only withe heart that one can see rightly; what is essential, is invisible to the eye' -the Little Prince

SUCKcumBED...

2009-06-18T21:53:00.075-05:00

Know how you feel strongly about another person? It's not a sense of liking'm because, figuratively, that only comes when you're in the fourth grade: you're surrounded by flat-chested, little girls who haven't gotten the opportunity to experience alla the cordial rudiments of puberty... and it's not a sense of loving'm because when you're in the fourth grade, it's quite enough to memorize your nine-times-tables. It's like buttermilk. You think, 'Ugh! Barf-O-Rama!!' when it's passed to you at the Thanksgiving table; but, then, when everyone's tried some and you feel like a loser if you don't, you try a little. Consequently, you ralph! in private behind thy life-saving-napkin and tactfully say it was delicious. Just so withe Holy Spirit. I believe She's gettin' tired; She'll ralph! to all the demigods withe nukes from NorthKorea2UnitedStates to thin-out the herd Can you handle summore morality? Getting back to my devout scene at gnarly WRHS, almost everything seemed like the novel 'Catcher in the Rye' by J.D. Salinger; nearly everyone moved like they were deathly afraid of what Big Brother might think. Was I a flamboyant, uninvited bigot to leave in the dust those fascists-in-polyester who were persuading me by their lies? Was I untaught, unread, undeceived of my once-in-a-lifetime, political escapades in the now DEFUnCT art of wisdom? Lil ol me! BoyOboy! In my dirty jumpboots and my page-zero-attitude, while it was THEM i was laughing at: seeming to blend in like roadkill, like passive/aggressive assPHalt, slowly conforming under the weight of their tires. Silly people, silly society. From High School to thy deathbed, seeming to blend in so fixatingly, so alarmingly, with nuthin' more than a caustic cry of why I was so bloody extraordinary LITTLE REALITY NEVER HURT ANYONE Another case in point: those with power are deathly afraid to lose it. Three examples. Obama's just proving to the world how niggardly he is, not to mention those factions around the world controlled by the 2%ers, those with billions, controlled by Satan, pitting one against the other in a never ending, vitriolic hatred for humanity WE HAVE SLOWLY DISARMED OUR CONSCIENCE ...till now, as we have pushed God away through the back door in hopes nobody sees U.S. Yahoo! MSNBC and whatever-lefty-servers are trying to get U.S. 'dumbed-down' by producing these super-DOOPER-ficial cannibalism, making U.S. walk-along the conveyor belt to where 'suspicion breeds confidence' -Brazil and we eat each other alive. It all starts in ed-U-ca-tion, brudda, which the BO didn't seem to fully grasp. Egad! You elected HIM??? For shame, America, for shame. Cheep-O-wiggas who wear their butt-cracks so low don't seem to realize the utmost consequence of killing our children, which brings up another, slimy point: talking 'bout edUmakation the BO lost when he disss'd the Holy Crucifix at Notre Dame O, Yeah!! That was extremely brilliant of you, mortal!!! HawrHawr Now, God's gonna remember that stupid act as with alla you Notre Damers who bow down to him. UN-wise choice, O. Again, not everyone goes to Heaven HintHintNudgeNudge

Hear ye! O hear ye!!

2009-06-15T23:01:00.045-05:00

Just imagine, if you will, God and the raggedy, black-sheep sitting `round the campfire, dusk is approaching, shootin' the shit, cuttin' the crap, eating yummy fish and stale bread SUDDENLY, JUDAS LETS ONE RIP!! Not to let his clothes katch fire, not yet anyway, Jesus sees the explosion, He hears the flagrant, robust expulsion, as the Most High waits till a sufficient distance has elapsed before asking them if they'd like to see an optilogical spectikle of the Highest Magnitude, as the ripe phart rises, slowly dissipating into the Israeli atmosphere --- If the apostles farted as much as I do, which you know some of 'em did, wouldn't it be a COMPLETE scream if Jesus lighted 'em with a Word?? Wonder if He'll do that in Heaven - pro'bly, if us mortals asketh Himeth HawrHawr Sulpher, common in our flatulations, has a extremely HIGH combustion rate, a very great possibility He did. Betchur BOTTOM dollar the apostles had a fun time in the wilderness HeeHee Buncha hot-air, huh? You and i know they did, so lighten-up about religion.

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God's a "Most Excellent Dude"

-Bill and Ted

(softly caressing their air guitars)

the WORLD vs. JESUS

2009-05-27T00:08:00.004-05:00

All a matter of who you gonna believe PROBLEM: "My people, your days of sudden roadblocks at night will be starting soon under the pretense of security for terrorists or drugs. This will then move to martial law that will control all of your major highways, trains, and airports. Chips as smart cards will then be required of everyone along with your fingerprints or eye scans. It will not be long after smart cards are made mandatory for everyone, that chips in the body will then be required AVOID TAKING CHIPS IN THE BODY EVEN IF THEY THREATEN YOUR LIFE! This will be close to the time of the antichrist's declaring himself in control (like Iran to be Amas). Then, you should ask My help and your Guardian Angels will lead you with bikes to avoid the roadblocks with a physical sign to the nearest refuge of My Blessed Mother's apparition sites, places of Holy Ground, or even caves in places with hills and mountains DO NOT BE FEARFUL because I will provide you with shelter, water, My manna and even meat as I did in the Exodus. Some will be martyred for My Name's sake, but the rest of My faithful will be provided for. Trust in Me to save your souls and do not trust in anything from the evil ones. My victory over evil will come shortly after the antichrist comes to full power. You may suffer in this SHORT time of tribulation, but your reward with Me will be far more valuable than any earthly possessions" -Jesus Christ, King of Kings www.johnleary.com/ SOLUTION: Stop driving, start biking!! Go for a trip around your block; go for a two miler, a three miler, a five miler; go for a ten, 20, 55, 117 or more. Jesus never sed salvation was easy. Be tough, be ready. Be like the Minutemen in 1777 when we loved our country. Now?? Never!! We all have our own greedy agendas of perpetual nonconformity, pushing people to-and-fro, continuing on in our turbulent, Finite Existence, steering our SUVs like we own the planet. And, sure enough, why, there's Fred Phelps, prostituting Christianity in error and dissent!! --- Sound comes through our tight windows, right, even when there's no possible way to? So it is with faith. God is a God of the impossible, yet, with faith, you can do anything.

Pray for U.S., Padre Pio

2008-12-01T09:28:00.037-06:00

A woman who had an abortion met Padre Pio. She said, “I never knew abortion was a sin.” He replied: “What do you mean, you didn’t know that was a sin? That’s killing… it’s a sin, a great sin.”

Padre Pio’s devotion to the Virgin Mary was rooted in the truth that Jesus specifically wills such devotion. Jesus chose to come to earth through Mary. Similarly, Jesus chooses that we come to Him through her; for her soul magnifies the Lord. As Scripture teaches:

“And Mary said: My soul doth magnify the Lord: And my spirit hath rejoiced in God, my Savior. Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid: for behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For He that is mighty hath done great things to me.” (Lk 1:46-49)

One night Padre Pio was sitting alone in a room absorbed in prayer when an old man entered and sat next to him. “I looked at him but never thought of how he managed to get in the friary at that hour. I asked him: ‘Who are you? What do you want?’" The man answered: "Padre Pio, I am Pietro di Mauro. I died in this friary on September 18, 1908, I'm still in Purgatory, and I need a Mass to free my soul from it. God has given me permission to come to you and ask for your prayers." After I had listened to his story, I said: "You can rest assured that I will celebrate Mass tomorrow for your liberation.”

One time someone asked Padre Pio how Purgatory could be avoided. He replied, “By accepting everything from God’s hand; offering everything up to Him with love and thanksgiving will enable
us to pass from our deathbed to paradise.”

Human beings are on their way...

2008-11-09T07:50:00.068-06:00

to extinction: mega/fab-you-lous/Gianna Jessen

Camouflage Is a Dirty Word

2008-10-06T21:16:00.061-05:00

DEAD WRONG to murder a child!! Like shooting your child point-blank as he comes outta the womb: blowing a gaping hole in his head and watching him die, squirming and writhing in agony, as you place the gun back in the holster, you feel relieved, don't you? You feel like a great burden has been lifted withe death of thy son, don't you? As the life quickly seeps outta his now-ugly-cadaver, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you'll never again haveta feed him at 3:20 am or give him Medicare. AND, yahoo!!! You simply walk away!! Everyone of U.S. who supports the ghastly process of infanticide is a literal subhuman!! IT'S NO LONGER A CHOICE BETWEEN VIOLENCE AND NON-VIOLENCE IN THIS WORLD; IT'S EITHER NON-VIOLENCE OR NON-EXISTENCE -Dr. MLK, Jr. He was brilliant while our current Prez stix his head in a hole and expects everyone to follow. Guess old-skool [love you, RayMo] education at work where the 50s blax had a higher classroom in Heaven.

Didactic Strategy!! part II

2008-09-27T15:14:00.013-05:00

When lecherous, vampire mosquitoes SUCK through that lengthy proboscis, on finding their 'pay-dirt' (yummy blood), that immediately sends a chemical to their bloody brain and, thus, they start feeding U.S. potent toxins put into our system in the form of a small, raised welt. Nadda problem? Yep. Nadda problem. But, alas, when mosquitoes numbering over one hundred hit my bloody back at Yellowstone, Wyoming, as I felt when I was sleeping in our killer Winnebago when five, when the Devil succulently creeps into our society and softly whispers a transgression is fine, he takes another and another bite outta our immortal soul My bruddas, if you wish to live well, spend the remaining days of life with death before thy eyes -Saint Lawrence --- The Liar is so MuthaTruckin crafty, so sly that he's verrry grassroots like John Q. Public's yard; he gets down deep into the roots of our culture so we don't know anymore where the stalk is, the leaves are, and even the cranium to give Glory2God. Needs fixing verrry fast. Satan is very skeptical of us, too, as he ridicules us from his hole and looks down? upon the human, Pamplona people, anxious to searchNfind error in mortals, following them closely to the grave; soliciting all sorts of calamities on us, Satan is to the destruction of a weak-kneed, weak-minded humanity a virus that can never be healed without the Trinity's help. Lookit George Sorrows: his billions and billions cannot save his soul. El Diablo is a perverted, pessimistic agent, lurking behind hate and disordered, juxtaposed sarcasm whose enmity for people is based on terrible jealousy Organized atheism is thus a projection of self-hatred; no one hates God without first hating themselves -Fulton Sheen --- If we lookit our immature indecisions, however, we find there are certain centrifuges, like our Mother, who has a Holy Cross on her womb, which will spin each of U.S. in the right direction; to 'pull-us-out', soda speak, of going downhill and/or going sideways on our wide-angle, spiritual mountain and toward the logic behind the Almighty, making religion very, verrry attractive God bless you

BAPTISM WITH BEER! part I

2008-09-25T15:49:00.040-05:00

We have a state of delay after our demise, a realm of preparation and reparation in God's grace, for sHe doesn't wanna lose another soul due to our stupidity in that exacting latitude below the earth, which we shall be free from someday - Purgatory. No, God Almighty did not say, "Tiller, my son, you may slaughter babies by partial birth abortion and burn them in the furnace while they're still writhing." Not everyone goes Up, America. Remember that and thou shalt never sin mortally. Doesn't the Divine Law of Karma/Catch-22 say, 'whot comes around, goes around'?

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Lemme explain SADDAM INSANE How can you justify murdering thousands of your own people by gassing them? By slowly rolling them over with steam rollers, starting witheir feet so Saddam could hear them scream? By torturing them till death? Isn't rape torture in those rape rooms? And what of that semen from him and the guards in those girls? He orders the guards to kill those young girls withe sperm still inside, right? Thus, you're killing the girl and the hundreds of babies (not to mention Uday and Qsay). UNbelievable. I seeeriously doubt he went to Heaven. Totally cruel. You cannot without Purgation if they took the Up escalator "O yeah?" sayeth God. "Watch this." sHe huffed, sHe puffed, and sHe blew his worthless house down with our F-16s. SSSmokin', baby

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Another example of why we must Purgatory for salvation, HUGH HEFNER Do you, America, think God's gonna simply overlook all the airbrushed lovelies he's screwed-in-the-head over the years and admit that recumbent mortal into Heaven after he croaks? N O T. That's one more of the reasons why we must 'pay-up' for our free will choices. You're askance, Hef; whot you need is some 3D glasses. Err, I mean, the third mystery of the Glorious Rosary, the Descent of the Holy Spirit who gives discernment to all who ask. Isn't abortion basically a matter of personal freedom? Didn't your hot Bunnies ask you for some extra cash to kill which you both impregnated and provided, Hef? QUESTION: Why, then, do we have the Abyss of Hellfire if all our sins are forgiven in this Finite Span of existence? You think just because Jesus forgave U.S. at Holy-Roller-Baptism we're going straight to Heaven when we breathe our last? N O T. ANSWER: I read and researched, through a lot of study, deep below the earth, there's realms of differing levels, nearer to Hell for those whose sins demand a greater punishment by God because, after Baptism, we did them with our own free will... and, of course, less for good behaviour. God's ex-tremely fair: you get whot you paid for. Funny to me how some religions never have a state of preparation for contamination before we enter the Utopian Paradise "Wall, sheeet, Paw. I done rekkkon thay'll find out," sez Billy-Jo-Bob from Arkansaw.

Yet another example of why we MUST have Purgatory for salvation is FRED PHELPS and the Phelpcites You're just causing more hatred and contempt when the world doesn't need any more hatred and contempt at this present hour FACT: You're never gonna change them with violence, though, a smile does wonders. Ever think of that? Pro'bly not. Pro'bly don't think too much - old Freddy and his pseudo, paralytic church are a contemplative, collective depravity desperately distorting the truth.

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As I was riding to Assumption one day before yesterday for 5 o'clock Mass, I saw a homeless dude, thin, scrawny, just outta jail, begging on the sidewalk. I asked him if he'd been Baptized for entrance into the Kingdom. Ummm, no. Nadda prob, but you must have some water for the RITE of Baptism. And, yes, I can certainly baptize because 1. I'm a staunch Catholic, 2. the apostles did, following orders from God who gives freely, and 3. more importantly, if there's a dying person and you're the only one there, you must. You do want them in the Kingdom, don't you? If God's no respecter of person's, pal, neither am I. Looking around, I spotted an almost empty, beer bottle, baptizing him with Canadian beer.

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"Yo! Don'chu gimme no jivetok, Jesus," I'll sayeth after I croak. "Water is water, baby. Don't matter if it has hops. I hopped right to his salvation, dude."

A long, long time ago...

2008-09-21T18:10:00.032-05:00

in Punxatawny, PA, when I was staying with my uncle before they called him away to Pittsburgh in the seminary, I wanted to start my own dojo (Japanese: karate school), all dressed-up in my old gi, new black belt, and sat, stroking my chin, wondering how I could attract them precious, lil' youngins, knowing I'd have to do something totally insane and stupendous to appeal to them to stop by my RongWay dojo I'll eat some worms!! Yeah!! Yummmy!! I rushed off the hilltop to fetch me a shovel with my John Belushi/Animal House/"What am I?" as he was standing o'er the joks table Hot-dog!! Boy, you shoulda seen those kids!! Eyes wide, their jaws dropped, BIG mutha nightcrawlers, wriggglin and ferocious, very hard2hold with my deathgrip. Yep. That did it. They - were - appalled. Worms have protein, right? HeeHee I ate five, didn't bawrf, lived till morning. Whew. Thank you, Jesus --- PS Withe economy on the precipice, I think it'd be a verrry good idea to eat worms when you're out of food. Not very filling, but if you eat many of 'em, nutritious, delicious, crunchy with nuts. Do I?? I eat pasta. Same thing.

A Farmhand's Foolish 'Faux-Pas'

2008-09-21T12:08:00.025-05:00

America today? In complete disarray. Both parties, especially the Democrats, tried and failed to 'save-some-face' by putting God on the back burner for political gain Wrong Our blog, our obtrusive stalWORDS. "I AM thy only rightful where," sayeth the Lion of Judah. "I AM thy only rarest sight. Learn to live together, without alla those whips and tethers, for yourself and your fruitful vine; that isn't what I had in mind for you, without alla that super-glue" --- When I was only five-years-old in jolly kindergarden, the teacher couldn't believe it; I read every, single, large, print book in that teeny, tiny library. Knowledge is POW!er, not disgraceful, hateful violence which might putcha in Hell if we perish withat on your soul, for violence is basically hatred of your brother: John 15:18-19 The reason Almighty God permits some suffering to come into our Finite Existence is precisely this: to see which direction we'll fly once we die given the teachings of Jesus' morality --- So, get off thy can, America! Quit showing-off thy gluteus-maximus downstairs!! Capture, congeal, collate! Yes, try the demo, too! Don't you wish everyone could have a demo lifetime? To see what becomes of us? Wouldn't you pick only the finest, the best? You can, ya know. Just gotta believe, bud. God'll take care of the rest --- As the glorious Day draws near for a few and the Darkness of the Eternal Night swiftly approaches for most, do whot I do in your own lifetime - pray, fast, give, repent. Use the time well that remains for both your own salvation and that of others who don't know how to struggle withe challenges of the 'Divine Comedy'. There are only TWO banquets submitted to humanity, TWO invitations we may take part in. But, yet, there ain't no food in incendiary Gehenna, only nasty clay and filthy water if you find any. May have evaporated. Wonder why --- You're standing and staring at the Guggenheim in NYC. Tall, huge, weird, preponderous, modern-art-genre-thang with many neet-o levels fulla neet-o objects. Could get lost inside. Take you forever to explore. Might never be found again. Whew. Time-out. Got bad brains. Feeling dizzy. Gotta... see... a neurologist. And that's just on the outside. As you're walking in, prepared to meet this provacative onslaught, you notice how some twigs have fallen to the earth, very short, very dead, very brittle. Realize the correlation yet between Heaven Above (the Guggenheim) versus the twigs (our lives)?? Yes, I realize I'm painting a pretty bleek picture of our longevity; however, you must also realize that whot I say is the axiomatic, objective TRUTH: we'll all be dead someday, some of U.S. more deader than Janet. And dat da fak, Jak. Don't you love your conscience typed-out? --- PS Reminds me of Pink Floyd's heavy LSD use: " ... you rearrange me till I'm sane." God doesn't use drugs, God only uses B/W relevance; Heaven Above is our drug, and what a bloody, marvelous high that is, mate. Who does in the opposite realm? Who uses the ending world to smooothly seduce, leading you to the Abyss, where ya won't find any lights? Think about that. I know you gots a large, gray matter between the lot o'youse.

Am I then become your enemy because I speak the truth? -Galations 4:16

2008-09-19T10:34:00.044-05:00

Hear ye! O hear ye!! Of whot great honor, O swarthy person, are thy worldly satisfactions which so very offen lead U.S. into mortal sin withe very great opportunity of Eternal Damnation??? Jesus simply Divinely Judges you; He didn't do your ghastly vice which has spread like the black plague, He didn't decide on which way to vamoose 'apres la mort' - WE decide which realm we'll reside in at death's hour; WE decide up or down. Connect the dots, pal, to see the regurgitated [a-hem] of the Liar The truth shall set you free!!! but, yet, most of U.S. don't wanna hear the Truth, WE prefer deceit and vanity. That's exactly why many of U.S. die an eternal death in the Abyss of Hellfire --- Just as Heaven is above, Hell is below. Whether you wanna believe in the Abode of the Damned, makes lil' difference to me. We've tried. Can't save'm all. Lookit, just because you don't wanna believe the earth is round, doesn't disprove its reality; just because most people, before this brazen blog came out, didn't know the location of Timbuktu, as Fr. F.X. Schouppe points out, they say it doesn't exist. A purely mythological place fulla pink elephants?? WRONG Africa. Mali. Niger river. Again, would a gang-banger be so stupid as to believe there ain't no juvee jail for their crimes?? Would they not enter into it for believing it ain't there?? See the futility of atheists?? When this lifetime is over in the time it takes God to envision Himself without you?? --- Think, dude. Think of alla the luxurious PLEASURE you can have for ETERNITY when this life is over in the time it takes for us2su.

Hey, you, Jeff Spikoli...

2008-08-31T18:46:00.016-05:00

Gotta reset the table, folks; gotta change the silverware into plastic. Those knives might kill someone. Seems few people know how to choose RIGHT from wrong, left from RIGHT anymore. The Masons, a cover for something far more sinister, tells the uneduacated, "Fine to have an abortion! To fornicate! Take Seealis - make your prick seeable!! Only thing that matters!! Have anal sex! Do witchcraft and worship the moon!! Fall in love with your car!! The Abyss is cool!! All you do in Heaven is play a harp for all Eternity!! How boring" Actually, all your myopic visions are wrong - it takes faith and trust, something you're never gonna have unless you grow-up and turn-off the world coming at you through thy TV. Fewer still have the moxie to tok about anything other than their own perverse perversions in psychotherapy "Resistence is futile!" screams Freud. The common refrain? "Pay up" Only money. Only thenselves. Much less schizophrenic Satan who we've quickly and quietly pushed-under-the-shrinks-sofa in this age of the SuperEgo; in this era of sex and violence, we think absolutely nothing of mass murder. Is abortion any different? --- Control, control, control. What I had to learn for my black belt. You want Heaven, don'tcha? Rather than the other, stanky place? Think a second, G-man. If you FALL into the Confessional regular and repent like me, a sinner like you, you'll avoid the FALL that ends in death. You aren't independant, America. I'm CO-dependant with God. God made U.S. God shall demand an account of your Finite Existence when I perish. You do, too, though most of U.S. are in a state of denial. You think you're independant. Thus, pride works its way in. Whot was the Devil's first sin? Pride --- Yes, my Lord God is much stronger than granite, as mighty as a whole mountain range; yet, as soft and lofty as the whisper-thin-wings of a butterfly. God's much stronger than this weeek planet (we're only here for a weeek). But, yet, there's one thing God's a wimp over - our free-will. That's precisely the reason so few of U.S. anymore 'rise-up' outta the grave. We ain't robots, folks; we have a pee brain. And if that pee brain, controlled by the chip, tells U.S. to turn-away from God at the Last Second, God'll respect that as He'll do anytime with free-will --- A better Way home is this: if you wanna change both your life and what this once, mighty country believed in, other than the 'trés-laissez-faire' capitalism that's rotting our souls by corroding and nullifying our culture by wasting-away our youth GOTTA BE AN 'ANIMAL-FARM, MTV, WHITE-TRASH-CULTURE!!' We built it up; we had our fun at the expense of God's planet. Now, we must take it down; like a pinata, a snake among snake charmers, subliminally hiding amidst the LEFT, waiting ever so patiently to strike and poison our country beyond repair, hear me, BO?? Gosh, most of U.S. bow and scrape before the LEFT!! This abombination-like-god which might go off at any second, elevated to new heights --- If you'll help destroy whot we have all come to believe is right through reading our blog, I have the missing link between our Lord and humanity: purity, not necessarily perfection. Know whot my Treason was? I put a T before 'reason' because that's precisely the Cross i to bear as a believer --- CONFORMITY IS THE CATALYST OF MATURITY PS While slow as Calvary's victorious soil am I, slightly more of a procrastinator than the slovenly slug I am. Loitering on the clammy corner of their greasy-spoon, turning events over and over in my et-cetera mind, much like a TV dinner caressed far beyond the reality of soul-food, the world, the momentum is out there, somewhere Upstairs, haunting me, taunting me withe desire to be something which I can't put my middle finger on. Every time I forge ahead to be a staunch loyalist, I fall back to the intersection of a turncoat. Wow. Gee. Darn. Guess I'm mortal after all. We went to the Great Beyond in a tiny Spitfire, but only I fell outta line in a pragmatic parachute, more dead-than-alive, captured once again by the world gone blind; perhaps Janet's precious star in the twilight is my cue, but I'm far too mortal to glue the pieces back. Grrr --- Just as Milton in Paradise Lost justified captivity to the truth, so I wanna express the monolithic Rock of the cathedral pointing to Heaven rather than the Abode of the Damned, for they know not whot they do, subsisting on live prey. Like an anti-establishment aeroplane, I WiseAbove to where she's waiting. You should, too. Don't let this worthless society now lead you to ruin, where the emphasis is on ME, ME, ME!!! SKREW YOU, dude!!! Whateva. I won't be waiting around for you. Gotta party, girly. Look me up, k? Cool. [clik]

IN H.O.G. SIGNO

2008-08-27T12:08:00.023-05:00

Ever wonder how I turned-out so blessed by the Almighty?

SPEAK NOT FOR

37 HOURS !!!!!

Betcha can't go that long. Betcha fifty dolla. Betcha in TEN, WHOLE, MINUTES (w o w) you're blabbin' about the transitory once again. Betcha. How mucha wanna?? There's always Pay-Pal, sly. You simply don't wanna, refusing to lower yourself like a subhuman who can't tok; you can't stand to be without your precious, over-priced speech, refusing to lower your costly EGO to acknowledge the Higher Power which you very well know is above. You wanna be a five-star, girly-man on wheels with your MeatMan tucked in thy jeans. Ya gotta live fast, dude!! Lay lottsa women!! Die young of AIDS!! ...if that's not the epitome of stupidy. Yet, this is precisely what our now-society, who focuses on the ME, ME, ME objective is telling U.S. I won't be joining you. And why not?? The two words 'mortal sin', should you perish, and you shall, don't look too well plastered all o'thy soul. Most people in Poland think that's stupid --- Of course, sed the Source, no one wants damnation. No one. Those who think they do, the Liar is called that precisely because he is one, a GIANT dumbass HAWRHAWRHAWR Again, that choice is entirely yours; you can most certainly goto the Abyss o'Misery forever, nobody's stopping you, but woe unto you, anathema. Just as God never sends anyone Downstairs outta spite, we do! We make the grievous error of following the Liar of the world; we make a decision with our free-will to reject Jesus at the Last Moment, a decision that'll last forever and a day, a decision the Liar welcomes with joy for he wants to gain ANOTHER soul due to your novel, cretinous unenlightenment --- Where were we? A-hem. Know whot I did for more than five, bloody years? Know how I learned mega-patience, [im]maturity, wisdom, security, the ability to croak for another person at the drop-of-a-hat, and a plethora of other neet-o adjectives? Know why I'm such a risque iconoclast?

SPEAK NOT FOR

37 HOURS !!!!!

Follow me close on my spell card. Good. Now, do it five, whole, years. Yes, in public and in school!! On the Southern Illinois University campus. On the job. With gorgeous girls in bars. Ouch. At the House o'Voodoo withe angst punk-U-ations. Sitting in my cage, talking to Debra. They call you all sortsa nifty, tasty things, like a cohesive fool. Dats... gud... yes?? Like Pavlov's dogs, awaiting their scrrrumptious treat? Ah, the glorious life of a modern-day-martyr. Too bad there ain't more like me Boo-Hoo Keep me far, far away from my sardonic satire, please. After 39 years, nonetheless, I cycled twice from here to there, made a killer URL and a hot-dog-blog, and finally let go of the rule of law withe screw-on-lid, gravity, soon to get a Harley Low Rider to pass'm out to distant cities --- As I sed in the not-so-distant-past, when events are slowly coming to a close, winter's swiftly approaching, and I'll be jamminNrockin with Steve Miller Upstairs long before you know it, I don't wanna make a name for myself so much anymore. I used to, when I was a random, atomic cluster; I used to, when I felt a literal nausea at alla them cheezy, Jeee-sis freeks; I used to, when I was completely surrounded by passive/agressive coppers who were just itching to start something and 'habeas corpus' my attitude; I used to, when I was young and naive, riding 88 miles to a far, far distant shore; I used to, when the cows came home after a long, hot day of mooing at the system, when I heard the Hells Angels were in town and wanted everyone to avoid the dark. Yeah, it was a long, hot time ago, fulla ferocious compassion --- Funny thing is, I had a Cabondale (IL) Community High School English teacher who sed, get this, I - was - destined to become a writer. In my teens nonetheless!! At seventeen!!! You aren't serious?! You cannot be serious?! He knew, of course, because I had become so prolific with my crazy, alphanumeric device, he sed to me one day after class, "Son, with alla those thots running 'round thy head, you're gonna write a novel someday" Gosh, if he wasn't correct - three of 'em. Here's to you, Pops --- So, let's not make excuses anymore, America; starting now, let's see who's got the moxie in this country. If eye can for more than five, freekin, years, certainly you can for 37 wee hours. Or, go right ahead, subhuman!! Be one of the few, the proud, the marine-life!!

SOMEDAY...

2008-08-26T00:57:00.018-05:00

A long, long time ago, when I first started our manuscript (God/i) in my errie basement, withe crickets chirping at 1:55.55 and who-knows-what's-creaking-in-the-dark, I wrote the title of my first novel in French, 'La Mort Avoisinante' (the Death Adjacent). Janet was, still is, mind you, a beautiful, sweet, mature, nascent young woman whom I so loved, as French is those same, four adjectives, too. 'NASCENT' meaning, basically, at the moment one is set free from earth. See the similarities?

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My 'engaging' Papa pulled this outta some cardboard box sometime in 1991 when he was going to High Ridge, MO; my parents had gotten an annulment many years before and... hmmm... I thot about joining and becoming a sturdy, nondescript Roman just to see. Gulp. That dragon was HUGE, my short sword-of-faith was small. Nevertheless, all things are possible: I was studying RCIA at his house, that fabled, elusive ubiquity which Cortez was trying to find, when my Pop sed to me in his erudite, psychiatric, 'obiter distum' (Latin: 'offhand remark'), "Would you like to see something?" crisp and clean, nice and neat, the way a neurosurgeon speaks.

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Could not believe mine eyes. Where'd this come from?? A very realistic poem with gentian-like-qualities written when I was only twelve Twelve! Twelve years outta the womb and already I have this much emannative insight!! True, true. Very opuscule, very immature and unpolished, but the mercurial-mustang-piece speaks a surplus of volumes. Whoa, girl. Easy now. Ain't braggin, brudda. It must've come from above NOTE: Waaay before Goth. Those dudes are simply trying to show-off how much they look like post-mortem-stiffs. If that's too morbid, kindly return this alien novel from the stars where I'm from and ask for your moolah back-to-the-future where you should be, instead of guys dressing-up as girls in neurotic, Neanderthal make-up in the fifteenth century --- You'll find in the third paragraph, not to mention the whole gun, err, I mean, piece, I've always, always, always had a calculated fascination with death, with what lies on the other side. Of course, my gramps, on my father's side, was an undertaker. Ah! Now we see! He used to kid, "Nope. No shortage of money. Somebody's always dying" I find that extremely hilarious. That's pro'bly where I get my supersonic, cavalier attitude - my grokking, too [grasping something without having to consult a manuel - coined by Robert A. Heinlein]. And, of course, our wreck, which heightened the whole process of efficient mortification. Perhaps that was in fact a Divine Conundrum. Let's begin with your childhood, shall we?

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Winter of 1982:

Sitting at my desk to write,

out the window I give a gaze;

for now it is long past night

for which I give my head to graze.

Thoughts are blooming in my mind,

other thoughts are dying;

I've to pick just the right kinds,

still my mind is flying.

How many stories have I read?

Still in my mortal lifetime to spend.

Where has it gone into my head?

Still it comes and never ends.

Have I got the last to write,

my head still fresh, clean, and young?

Have I got the last to write?

For there are songs still to be sung.

My head abounds with things to say,

forever seeking new;

I ask myself in a Way,

but where has it all gone to?

My mind, as if in a cage,

won't come to let things pass;

I say in a sort of mild rage,

'you're like a stubborn ass!!!'

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I stuttered from birth to age 15;

and now, with speech,

it ain't all that grand.

I guess as an amateur's first poem,

things might be kinda hard to say;

but, as I wonder and getta know'm,

I might be good someday.

PLAGIARIZE AWAY, AMERICA!!!

Mr. PMS

2008-08-22T16:28:00.017-05:00

Let's start withe small-print, High-School-jok, saying, "O, baby," as he's preparing for psychological fornication, "I'm so hot, even the sun gives me her raise" --- Case in point. Cho at VT didn't do it on his own, he had help - hateful antipathy. I'll play the Devil's advocate by saying just as a fishy cannot swim backwards, Cho was ruthlessly tortured phychologically and physically for several years to where he blew up. Enough is enough. He went backward. You should've remembered Columbine, guys, but did you?? Too hilarious to torture the foreigner!! You're so big and bad, huh? You're totally dead. Serves you right. I'll grant you, jockyshorts, he was only half the problem; dost thou knowest, perchance, who was the other half? --- Many eons past, before I got my black belt in only four and half years which was fast but I came nearly 24/7, I used to think, "Should I just bow down as the Samurai did their emperor or what?" I had numerous experiences withem picking on me all through High School; the people who're so insecure, they think they have it all together just because their family has some dough, especially at WRHS, usually works the other way. Very depressing how society works today before the Return of the King - absolutely no excuse for that childish behavior when you're trying to learn and expand thy mind "Fighting?? Wong!! Belt only good for holding pants up!" as the late, great Bruce Lee would say as he got off the boat in gay SF; later, though, "Fighting only good for self-defense." Yeah. What I thot, too. "Discipline the violent." -Isaiah 1:17 --- Toking 'bout wisdom and discipline, jok, and you're very ignorant, I have some good news for you!!! Lucky dog!!! Ever since my dear Grandmama (God rest her soul) dropped me on my [bleepin] HEAD when I was two, there followed a plethora of events that eventually led to my whole hearted belief the Columbine, Colorado tragedy was an exceptionally necessary factor in our human experience. Love the loser, people. Be friends withem if only in school. Janet did. I do. Those who have their sights set on Heaven do. Grow-up, jokhole. Don't put'm down. And don't ever kick-their-ass, Jack. It may make you feel like the Big-Shot, scatter their books all over as you knock'm down, but what's that gonna prove? --- Within those four walls of cliques, cults, and carnal conformity, you better act your age or something horrible may happen. And don't pretend like it wasn't you, joks, who did that killer deed at Columbine. You were most DEFINITELY the catalyst. Got it, mr. KnowName? Or do I have to ask your Mommy if you can play on the merry-go-round? Real men don't push people around; real men don't get so puffed-up witheir stupid hypocrisy their pride takes control. Guess you aren't a real man after all. Why don't you sit on the potty summore. It seems you have PMS. See a head-shrinker, too. My shrink friends can get you a lobotomy real easy. Your mommy can pay. She's sick of your worthless drinkin, druggin, whorin. Re-read "Do I stutter?" if you don't wanna be cast-out into Hell (yes, God damns twelve-year-olds who, withe knowledge of Eternal Paradise/Eternal Misery, choose to screw-with-God anyway) The hottest places in Hell are for those people who, in a time of national tradgedy, are in a state of denial -Dante's Inferno

Texas Rangers

2008-08-21T13:06:00.009-05:00

So, as the years skipped-on-ahead to meet the Father of Time, so they go with my digital alarm clock: Janet was so loud and operative when sHe turned her off, so thin and bright in my darkened room when sHe pulled the plug. But, yet, I'm still finding a place in my restricted existence, the ineffectual frustration of my Adversary; my body, growing older in my lifelong trial, has more-or-less destroyed the impulses of the flesh in my rising toward my Final Resting Place. Her mighty parents, while still living in Topeka, gave this mortal the badge she wore. And I, of course, lost it due to my CERTIFIABLE DUMBASSNESS, preferring never to be reminded of that horrible day when both of us croaked... or something as calamitously, cohesively stupid as that. Sorry, Jaybird. Dunno whot I was thinking. Pro'bly wasn't --- Now, I guess I'm like the late, great Karl Menninger, another fabulous rocket scientist, err, I mean, neurologist who wrote several books; I guess I'm ahead-of-my-time in thinking outside the boxcar. This blog is 'trés avant garde', if I do say so myself; the premise is deep, the underlying current fast. Be careful. Don't wanna be run over by the train-of-thot HeeHee 'Fabulous', quite frankly, is so much more palatable, more flamboyant than the original, correct spelling, which leaves you guessing as to whether they were certifiable, as 70s Menninger's put YOU first (now, bot by a multi-billion-dollar institution in Dallas - seems everything revolves around moolah and power. W O W. How certifiably boring). So, when dirty avarice slowly crept in to set up shop at the Foundation, my Papa was one of the few to have any morality; when things didn't change, when he saw them going down the slippery slope to the Abyss, he took a hike to Nigeria to become a brudda, not a priest because he HAD moi. He sed, "See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!" Go, Pop, go! Guess they taught him well at Brooklyn Prep - God and i? We write with a gentle descent from Heaven Above, a striking enthusiasm which helps U.S. face the puzzle of this absurd, polka-dance; the Trinity's parables of blatant humility, together with my lengthy yarns of our obnoxious existence, are way, waaay cool. Our two insurmountable, mortified souls, our upbeat, measured slang, have many mansions to ROCK, YOUR, WORLD, baby, in this blog. Yes, you may certainly question my motives as the paramount of narcissism - be my guest to conquer the west, but only I have the philanthropic panacea (basically 'giving a cure-all') to bestow that which is truly mine alone: my smile, given to this sinful mortal by the Captain Divine -or- Creative Doctrine (yet summore names for the Trinity) --- We're created in the Great Beyond by the CD, who plays over and over how much sHe loves U.S. then, oddly enough, we're sent to earth as a test to see which direction we'll fly once leaving the nest. How bizarre. How bizarre. Yes, I can most certainly see why having notta lotta consciousness in every activity both pleases or offends everyone, including the Trinity. I'm also cognizant of the HUGE obstacle many of U.S. have in 'toking-shop' with our most merciful, loving, indulgent Father, though withe realization/spread of secularization and rationalism which is drowning-out the Holy Cross in this New Age of Free Thot. I can certainly see why: modern, romantic culture can lead to the complete psychosomatic dismissal of the Heavenly Kingdom on thy deathbed. Better re-read our blog before thou shalt croak, my just and worthy liege. Lemme remind you of this: "Religion is the peak of human education" -Pope Paul VI... should be IV, growing up WahahahaWahaha (a-hem). Whether you choose to believe that quote or not, is totally up to you which is free choice --- You have never, I seriously doubt, nor do I think, shall ever meet a young man as VERBOSE and/or VEHEMENT in his penmanship as the one writing this piece; you'll also find fewer than the lovely! LOVELY!! lil' bug who crawled across my page at the outset of my titanic endeavor - a young man who's this compassionate to the decay of the human race, rich in tolerance in this dayNage when so many of our young people are so completely unconcerned about where their souls are headed (the evil ACLU says abortion/gay lifestyle is fine. They're thinking like the world and you know where the world's going - we'll all croak; never thinking about their demise, never thinking, actually, how they must face God and explain. One foot in the Abyss, pal. I'd take it out before the Liar tells you anymore). Don't live for the world!! Everything's Upstairs in God's largess --- To insure proper use of your Finite Existence, please retain these instructions for future reference. Thank you. Satisfaction guaranteed -Sotto Voce

Do I stutter?

2008-08-20T18:28:00.018-05:00

Which brings me to one of my final points, Eternal Damnation. Like it or not, you may be confused about the power and/or wisdom of the Trinity. I assure thee, coming directly from Heaven Above, Eternal Damnation does not mean God rejects an individual, but the individual has freely chosen to reject God. Therein lies the difference. Understand? Why-O-Why would God Almighty choose to reject you??? sHe made you (you're indelible - look that up dictionary.com)! sHe loves you! sHe wants to be with you forever, doing alla those wonderful, exciting things I mentioned and more! But, yet, at death's hour, we must choose; if you haven't chosen, the time is now: tomorrow holds our demise --- For many of U.S. Christ the King isn't on the edge of the universe, nor is God further than the east is from the west. Jesus is fully present in our Blessed Sacrament which is right down the street. Are you gonna deny the Creator of the Cosmos a five-minute-visit every Sunday? The Maker of YOU has a lot of extra-large-graces to give U.S. --- Same withat BIG, FAT bear (Grizzly Adams): he's pro'bly a long time dead by now. You're pro'bly smarter, BIG, FAT bear, with your instinct than most humans. See the similarities between a dead show, a dead bear, and a dead lifestyle? Slow-down, lil' one. Most of U.S. aren't as wise as Janet and I precisely because you haven't seen the other side of the curtain. Think an hour. Or several. I'm totally confident you know how to think. Zilch-O-rama-Obama, baby, is whot the Abyss o'Misery is gonna be like: no sex, no soul, absolutely no security without thy 401K, which burned up BTW, demons burning you 24/7. Bummer for eternity --- Far too easy to think, 'If I don't confess in this life with a heart fulla contrition, I'll be resurrected again as a... a TADPOLE! YEAH!! ...or something.' Again, whot you do with thy lifetime determines thy eternity (and, no, we don't have many, many lives; Christ didn't die many, many times. S'up withat??) Better do a Lamaze class to be prepared for whot comes out; study and smell thy baby in our queer, rumpus room we have made, subconsciously realizing we aren't getting too far by playing with morality. Could be mortality. Yep, going to the Otto shop are you, buster, with a sick automobile. Only thing most people care about --- That's why it's extremely important to be counted for nothing on this world - you get high-marks if you're nothing: the losers of this world, the pariahs, refusing to be conformed to this planet without any right or wrong (just makes me stronger, dude, able to resist your potent 'poison'). God wants to tok to you about whats to come, the fabulous KingDome. Don't you wanna have riches beyond counting, girly, wealth like the raindrops?? You can, sweetheart, if you lissen to His call --- Therefore, we must re-read the signs around us: the violent youth, the gangs, the loud tail pipes at 1:45 am, the white-trash-clothing, the drugs, the MTV, the killing of our children, the music, the fornication, the gays, the Masons/Illuminati running our government, BOs controlled like a puppet... heading for the Towering Inferno because we refused to listen to our parents, our teachers, the law, the Pope, to God. Think a second, pal. You have the moxie to admit you're a sinner, standing in line under the prying eyes of the congregation to receive repentance? Some people do. Most of U.S. don't. They're too scared. They lissen to the world. I suggest crawling back up into the birth canal. Don't fit?? Hmmm. How sad you aren't small enough --- Whether you choose to believe me or not, very wise to consider the possibility of eternal torment through your choice; the Liar has absolutely convinced U.S. he doesn't exist, so we can go on sinning and breaking God's heart. Nope. Can't fool me. How can there be good without evil? People who go through life hating and spewing rotteness wherever they go without punishment at The End? Is God Almighty that capricious to accept our sins in Heaven Above without acceptance of our free-will-guilt below?? How can there be Paradise Upstairs without Fire-In-The-Hole Downstairs?? That would be very, VERY unfair to make poor people go through this life with nothing, while the wealthy have everything, and admit both in to see Him when they perish, as if God's a cruel Master who beats His slaves. Here, I bequeath of thee, lookit me. To have freedom-of-choice (our priority) without the freedom to damn ourselves, too (our priority), would be totally unfair. We all have the opportunity to inherit Upstairs, only a matter of how you choose to spend thy weeeee, Finite Existence on earth that determines where: having morality, taught by your parents, which involves YAY! listening? in church? on the streetcorner, selling meth? in a whorehouse, screwing up? (how I'd like to make love in Heaven: I'd wanna be completely ENGULFED by Her, wrapping my legs around Her and screaming) feeding the poor? robbing the poor? ... Jesus isn't gonna save you against your will, however. To doubt the existence of the Abyss is to doubt the INDELIBLE Word. But, yet, abortionists and homosexuals scream, 'Who would want to believe in a god who's that cruel? Who punishes with Hellfire for eternity?' Ah! You cannot have both! Change thy actions FIRST and you'll see with conviction LATER --- Again, God didn't have to let this sinful mortal survive me bogus fate; however, I personally know if you don't tok too well, the opportunity for deadly sin is greatly diminished, if not completely. Why? Girlies/young men, who have their estrogen/testosterone greatly UN-balanced while they're in High School, of all places, where they shouldn't have it, where sex is so much part of their curriculum now... see my point?? Thank you, God, for taking away my speech in High School (grrr).

Hear ye! O hear ye!!

2008-08-20T14:35:00.012-05:00

You might need a cell phone for this delicate maneuver --- Stand outside some bar some Friday night in the summer when there's drunks coming out (better go in a group). When they fumble around to get their keys, FIRST, ask'm if they'd like for you to drive. Fair enough? Totally fair. Most, if not all, will flat-out refuse, saying a string of caustic vitriol, poifectly kosher for those in that state SECOND, if they're really drunk, offer to help them get their keys in the lock. They cannot decline. Fair enough? Totally fair. Then, when you have their keys, hide'm and call the coppers; if they try to ruff-you-up, lay'm to waste. Might have to call a paramedic to deal withe overkill --- DRUNKEN PEOPLE usually don't have too much sense anyway if they wanna be in that state in the first place; you're doing them a delicious flavor by making them think while they're in jail. Actually, you should be proud, not haughty, by wiping-up the gutters from their killing kind - and the coppers will definitely respect you. You pro'bly saved a life or several by your heroism --- I never had a loved one die by a drunk, but they were sure speeding like they were. At least they didn't hitNrun. That's honorable, Mark. You'll get rewarded when you perish. I know. God doesn't make trash.

Desires in Heaven:

2008-08-12T17:20:00.057-05:00

I dreamt about this when I was in Craig hospital, Colorado, months after my trauma, under alla those physical contraptions and heightened pain; it was a Way to 'release' myself, distance myself, soda speak, from the literal world who'd caused this, a 'prescription' to set my mind at ease because I knew where I was going after I perished. Didn't wanna stay here - we all move on following our Divine Judgment. I just had to mortify2fortify for a time, which continues to this day. God will have TRILLIONS more, of course, but this is just the tip-O-iceberg of what will happen to those who accept the Trinity, love thy neighbor, and live according to the Rules set down, which isn't difficult. Let's begin --- 1. Pile onto a magic-carpet to take-off with my HoneyBun; we'll fly to the stars, coast around the atmosphere, and, finally, we'll land to ski down a mountain 10X higher than K2 in shorts, doing moguls, flips, skiing-backwards, and whatever comes naturally; there'll be a large, log cabin with smoke already coming from the chimney, as we'll wok inside to a sauna/hot-tub or a cozy, sub-basement for hot-chocolate or pina-coladas, as there'll be a 'faux-bear' rug on the floor, scented candles, and a baby grand which we'll play a duet. Or we'll love on a boat in the middle of nowhere: the rockinNgrindin are quite soothing. Or both. Couches in abundance for us to love for hours and hours and, outside, a blizzard coming down, slow and easy in Big, Chocolate chunks. We'll definitely cuddle. Staring at the WonderWoman on earth is the ultimate because I know just whot awaits at the chateau and, of course, sed the Source, the opposite for the opposite sex. So, young men, don't screw-up, literally and figuratively. Yo ain't gonna live fo'eva --- 2. We'll dive into the fresh-water, Pacific ocean, only four-feet-deep in the middle, as a stilt house a ways from shore will be our destination, where we can climb up after we swim-out under a 69-degree-sky (wherever we step on the ocean floor, there'll be cement for a bottom - can't God do anything?) - clouds, seagulls, turtles, turqouise water. Beyond beautiful. After we get cleaned-up, after we climb the stairs, my Sweetheart God and I will play, kiss, snuggle, and many, many other wonderfull, delicious things, like, she'll have one sizeBbosom for OJ, the other for vodka --- 3. If we wanna swim for long stretches underwater? Nadda problem. God Almighty will POW!! fix us with gills; then, when we're back on dry land, She'll POW!! give us our lungs back. Sounds crazy? If you have the desire, anything is possible Upstairs; while for those who're only ready for milk from the breast, this isn't for you --- 4. I'll come to the yard outside Her mansion where I'll park my Godspeed along a hitchpost, planting any number of White Pines, Sycamores, Pin Oaks (my job Upstairs); there should be a bridge o'yonder where I'll plant additional Red Buds and Siouxland Cottonwoods Looove to plant saplings and, if I'm goood on earth, I'll be gooder in Heaven. My point is this: for God, anything's possible; we all have our special touch that's absent when we aren't living for Heaven - and nobody can fill that space but YOU --- 5. We'll go hiking Upstairs in the mountains, river rafting, snowboarding, kayaking, roller-blading, bungee-jumping from the troposphere, into volcanoes, never getting hurt --- 6. There will be the MOST awesome, MOST spectacular roller-coaster-rides anywhere in the UNIVERSE. The Trinity showed me. Get this. The coaster'll cover TEN-THOUSAND-SQUARE-MILES, may be larger, and it'll shoot us to the stars and, at mach seven plus, we'll go SKREEEEEMIN' down! Fulla flips, turns, loop-de-loops, and all sorts of very cool stuff never before seen on this planet. The Trinity will have them all o'Heaven for me and you, too, if you desire it - actually, God will have an entire planet designed and devoted to literal Roller-Coaster rides, which you may jet to after an easy days work. Goggles are a maybe NOTE: you cannot live for the world and expect Heaven when you die: Jesus hates pussy-people, cafeteria-Christians who pickNchoose what to believe; be either living for Heaven 24/7 or living for Hell No inbetween and absolutely no losers. I found all this out when I returned from Upstairs --- 7. May have one OR more girls in the room Upstairs (this is the MORE scenario). Can't make love withem all, and don't wanna; rather, I trust in God to lettum feeeeel all the warmthNpassion of just the two of us. That way, see, they ALL can receive the FULL-MIND-BLOWING-ORGASM lasting for hours and hours; beyond magnificent, beyond anything you have ever experienced because She's God and it'll never end (only for humble Christians) NOTE: If you desire it, you can have a partner that'll literally be eaten, no blood, no guts, but soft, delicious, wonderfull-delicacies keeping you enthralled for hours --- 12. Fireworks! Fireworks! Fireworks! Colours I ain't never seen, brudda, aren't even in this mortal spectrum, which will shoot-off from a fully-furnished tree-house, complete with a bar for drinks/fuzzy navels!! --- 13. The sun will go down just below the horizon to fill the sky withe most awe-inspiring-colours - turquoise mixed with peach and azure. Totally breath taking. It'll be like that every night, too, different sky, different colours. We'll have a spacious view, too, with big, picture windows overlooking the Misty Mountains; then, when we wake-up after a full nights rest, to some french toast, delicious pomagranite, SoBe, and as much baklava as we can handle, as the sun slowly creeps up to bring us another day together. She'll teach me to wok-on-water after I brush my teeth, of course --- 14. I'll practice Tai Chi with Jesus; I'll be verrry good. I'll have eternity --- 15. God will let me find out how-in-the-world sHe puts together those teeny, tiny insects; then, She'll lemme try. Just as Saint Joseph did for young Jesus in the carpenter's shop, I looove bugs, specially the weird, South American ones --- 37. She'll sit behind me and SheNi shall type on our PC a whole slewOstories about anything 'N every-thing: some earthly tales, some erotic, some adventure, some space battles like StarWars, but 999,999 nonillion times better, where I'd always kill the bad-guys, rescue the damsel-in-distress, and make love for five weeks. On at 7 pm sharp for two hours. Don't wanna miss it --- 77. Another job I'll have, when I'm through planting our trees, is to love virgins (if they wanna, of course! in Heaven, you gotta ask. girls, girls, yummy girls!!) Yep. *sigh* Doesn't sumbody gotta do it? And it won't be like non-stop. That gets boring. She'll have all the desires above, too, for foreplay for hours, daysOmclovin --- 88. I personally prefer to have TWO 'watches' on both hands. The one on me RIGHT tells how much ejaculatory fluid I have left - I can get more if I suckle; the OTHER one tells how close I am to giving Her orgasm which'll be LESS than two minutes. And why am I Upstairs? To serve and gratify, fulfilling our every nookNcranny. Heaven is so very kick-ass --- 101. If that gets boring, we'll rise-up, literally, to not be conformed by a mattress --- 295. We won't have any BO or bad breath!! --- Think it through, desire everything!! That's EXACTLY whot God wants you to do! And, no, it isn't in the Bible; the Bible's just the tip-of-the-iceberg (want proof?? read John 21:25). The Word is Truth, God's power, but, yet, don't be conformed into thinking the Bible is all sHe sed. Desire more, desire everything. You can deny God/Satan all you want, people, and go your own way; however, you cannot deny the Divine Sentence Jesus pronounces after death Think. Know. Grow-up.

Romeo loves Juliet

2008-08-10T23:27:00.025-05:00

We had our accident on October 30th, 1985. As we were driving in her compact car, now very compacted, going to a debate practice, a speeding truck driven by three youths whom we were fairly good friends with, hit Janet/I as we were stopped at a four-lane-intersection not far from my house (were late to a Tai-Kwon-Do practice, going some insane propulsion like 70 in a 35 - love ya, Bart Lewis). Nevertheless, I wasn't responsible or mature enough to have faith at the time, at 15 (struggling with my sister's pride and hate which continues to this day - PRAY FOR HER), so Almighty God gave me a benelovent, head injury instead --- Janet Irene was a tall, thin, very bright, buxom, bombastic, beautiful-to-behold sweetheart and a Methodist who had gone to church for years: bottomless, boundless, boldness of belief as 'wide as a church door' -Romeo/Juliet. That's why, I guess, the accident took her precious life; she had received alla the graces necessary for salvation: incredible, indelible Janet Irene passed-away due to a severe abdominal injury, as she smashed into my L skull (effecting my R) with a stunning head injury leaving me in a coma for nearly three weeks. Nothing else is really important now, now that I have experienced death and saw Heaven; this alone matters: we live for God rather than El Diablo. The 'navigator' - what my true name means in Irish - says 'full speed ahead'.

Hello! My Name Is... mel A. noma

2008-08-08T00:03:00.017-05:00

Just as you cannot grow something transitory on the living, which is whot our Mother is, living, you cannot without being humble. I'll giveth unto thee another example. Trees are basically green, right? And money is basically green, right? So, why doesn't money grow on trees? A-ha! Again, you cannot grow something transitory on the living! Besides, she's much more interested in our soul, the highest pieceOproperty each one of U.S. owns. Think about that, delve deep into the immovable and, while you're pondering the vivid manifesto of magenta, the history of planet earth is teeming with instance after incidence of good works, good people dispised by those who knew them. When you realize you know another fully, we become a bit insecure, precipitous to being effected by erroneous verdicts. Unfortunately, that very bias in labeling and, therefore, limiting the vast capability of others is our downfall, whether figurative or otherwise --- Yet, I, too, will continue to be an obtrusive prophet, thank-you-very-much, no matter whot the 'Vox Populi' happens to surmise in their cowardly, hitNrun assumptions and scare-tactics, their stereotypical mold of what a head injury consists of --- YOU MUST LONG FOR HEAVEN, BECAUSE THIS IS THE SAME AS TO LONG FOR ME AND IT GLORIFIES ME; SUBMERGE YOURSELF IN ME IN LIFE, AND YOU WILL BE ENGULFED IN ME IN DEATH -Christ Jesus

PH@SO

2008-08-06T16:19:00.022-05:00

My reply to the question on high? A lil' dirt can't hurt; actually, it'll help build-up your antibodies. I'm totally out-of-order, like a pinball game; I'm a gross violation-of-custom, like my heartthrob came-and-went - she departed like a delicious, hot french fry. I guess God gobbled her up. Quid pro quo!! Truly, I sayeth unto thee, I'm an oddity, yet I'm a rarity. I'm the reliable ignition, I'm the traveling rendition, I'm the exception, no exceptions. While I'm wholly exclusive, I'm so all inclusive. I'm like a diamond in the middle-C of Mozart, as I'm highly uncommon were you to sigh, but, yet, you must have pocket-Change to buy --- I'm very YooNeek in the pouring-rain. I'm the question mark. I'm the vision of the mundane. I am the Lewis and Clark. I'm a treasure to but a few, yet, somehow, someway, sometimes I wear different coloured sox. Gosh, how many? Read the directions, ya cement head. Get it? Don'tcha lose it. I been git. And I been had. I'm a freeloader. I'm a bloodsucker. Ain't I a rascal? Ain't I a short exaggeration? I am youth. I am truth. I am uncouth. I'm just a kid! I want summore jooth!! While I'm discerning, I'm still learning. Yet, I'm still yearning to be in Heaven Above where I shall ride bikes, balloons, and stoic, bastion-like-bugs to banquets for my Beloved --- I'm a zit-popping wild-one, rock-hoppin' under-the-sun, and a trail-blazing non-conformist when I'm all done (withose totally bitchin', crimson Converse [way-cool, UK Subs]). Yes, while I'm called the Navigator, I'm also called the flat... LATER, dude! Did someone start a fire? Oi! He smells like sulpher!! Bloody good show, mate!! Been called Deadline, BarbWire, Roachpuss, Wurmgloo, and a whole macabre slew of others I left behind beneath my world view gone blind; another first name for a young woman? Gail. Second name? Force, by me, of course. Sigh. Who else would have the gall to name'm all? I dodged freight trains, state sanity charges, and gorgeous women. Dude, that's gotta change with my deluxe-delve stuck in this world gone tame! Superficial wounds? Yesser. I'm custom-built and well-groomed. And do something useful with your time, will ya? Iron those skkrrreemin' slacks? --- I did the Black Flag gig/MDC/SocialD and have the mountain giant beat, but, at the hour of our demise, God bless U.S. with your proper matress size. Truly, I sayeth unto thee, I'm in my own, lil' world. Knock, please, before entering. Just goes to show ya. Though I'm head injured, I'm far, far from it; actually, I'm nearer to the Trinity, rather than the stankin' world which holds me sure and fast by her gravity. It's a jungle out there, folks, and I'm ready to play, Janet: guess that's why God loves me so much. Yes, ma'am. Whew. I'm ready. I'm ready to go insane. Hold-on.

LIFE IS LIKE A TEST:

2008-08-05T23:22:00.031-05:00

SAY YOU DECIDE to mope around and watch worthless TV your whole life at your mom's house with a lil' porn thrown in on the side when she's not looking, wouldn't that be your choice? Does God have anything to do with it?? God'll warn you and warn you, asking U.S. to change our ways and look up where He'd like for us to go, but, YEAR-AFTER-YEAR, we either work or don't, sweating, slaving, toiling, or doing nothing. It all adds up, dude, good or bad, some more good than others, some more bad than others when we stand before Jesus WHEN WE PERISH, however, we receive a grade on our conduct/deeds in our Finite Existence, like a PSAT test A FEW PEOPLE receive an A+ (Mother Teresa, Max Kolbe, Janet Irene [martyred so I could live - that's mgirl: she had bawls; sad how many joks WHO'RE MEN! don't]). Why did they receive such an outstanding mark? They were humble, patient, loving, understanding, and did whot Jesus instructed, receiving the Eucharist daily I'd imagine WHILE SOME RECEIVE: B+, C-, or D, or anything in between, going to the dreaded P-word for cultivation, Protestants - Heaven's the next stop BTW WHILE SOME EVEN receive a big, fat, F minus - don't wanna go where they go. What's gonna be your grade, America? With my loving Jesus and loving mortal humanity, MY grades gonna be a BIG-OL A MINUS withe enthusiatic red marker - though, I'd imagine I must go through Purgatory for alla the venial sins I've'nt remembered --- Nevertheless, for those who truly want the Great Beyond, as I do, lissen to wisdom, please: God'll put U.S. through some trialsNtribulations to pruneNtrim as what a GoodFather/GoodHumor does; but then, when God sees we won't be shaken from following the NarrowPath no matter how tough our weee lives seem to be, He'll reward us both hereNnow and in the hereafter. So don't ever lose faith, girl. Keep on keeping on till you see Jesus face2face. Know that I love you and I'm praying for you, too, as I pray for U.S. Know, too, we'll have a HUGE party on the drawbridge to MY Big-Ol-castle Upstairs, dancin' and partyin' till the next year or TEN years. We got eternity, miss. Re-read this if you feel down. Things'll change, as things always do. And never say never, girly. If you know how much I love you, I'd travel all the way to where you are to kiss your feet. That's how much God loves U.S. That's how much Jesus loves YOU. Don't give up. Raise your head and say three words, "Help me, Jesus." I DON'T ever want you to commit suicide. That's a total cop-out. Remember, God Almighty loves you. I don't have any idea why, no idea at all, why there's peer pressure. Just say, 'Screw you, dudes. I ain't part of you if you wanna hurt me.' Take the bus home. Leave'm. Time for new friends. And if nobody wants you? Screw'm. YOU got the whole company of Heaven Above to rely upon, sis; however, YOU must have some BAWLS. If you don't have His picture, you have an arm, right? Cool. Make the Sign of the Cross and move-on on thy journey (you believe in the Father, right? the Son? and the Holy Spirit? that IS universal no matter WHAT religion you belong to) --- While pack-mules are certainly toughNstubborn, they have about a 25? IQ. Don't follow them. Don't follow anyone living for themselves or the world; they're the species of ostentation. Wiseabove, girlfriend. Perhaps they'll grow-up, perhaps not; nevertheless, if you're looking through the façade of vanity, move-on. I'll meet you on the other side. Again, why follow mortals who'll croak?? Rather, why not look beyond to the Glory Upstairs forever? Gonna join me? BE AT PEACE.

'pugnis et calcibus'

Latin: 'with all my strength'

(I pledge to You, sweet Jesus)

three amazing people:

2008-08-04T20:22:00.040-05:00

"You don't need psychoanalists.

Just go to confession."

-Dr. Karl Menninger, MD

---

My Pop worked for Doctor Karl in the field of subatomic/neuroscience anomalies (Freudian psychiatry), he had a son, and you're reading his blog now; I was even dead-as-a-doornail October '85 (saw the incredible, 'picture-postcard-perfect' Upstairs) and lookit whot the Almighty has accomplished through me. That would be a preeetty good answer for alla you faith-seeking-atheists.

Swell prologue for SINTAX ERROR: part V, huh?

he brushed the gorgeously irresolute, cumbersome mass of the wooden Cross aside, as if he were shooing a fly away: tumbled down, down, down the weary, stone steps to land with a splash far, far below. "Recess is over, whore." ...I sighed. "Anyway, now that your unhindered stigmata is outta the closet, let's say you're correct about such things - " "Things?? Such as... ?" "People, assnugget!! Then, what do I, the king of my world, get as a literal downfall?" I frowned... "Well *koff* let us see... there's always Friday night and-" "What happens?? What happens??" drooling like a YouthInAsia. "And," as if I was reading to him outta the newspaper about the Boston massacre. "Get plastered! Get laid by some Know-Name-jok! The next day??" "What happens?? What happens??" "If you don't find your period arrives in a month, why, get a 'poisonous-kill'm-dead' machine!!! Don't let anything out! Let everyone in, cockamamie!" "FAB-YOU-LOUS idea!" Egad! I could see right down his throat, as he gasped and spluttered. "No moolah for this wholly, evil RITE under the abombination of Roe vs. Wade? No problem! Do some crimes - " he was wide-eyed as the timekeeper (as timeless as the krill urinal). "Kill! Kill! Kill! sez the Drill Instructor: both yourself and your fellow countrymen!!" "Klutz On Fire!" Touché. "No, I don't hate anybody or anything, but YOU," gave him the sign of the Cross which he shrunk-away from. "I dislike you about as much as I dislike flug from the dryer: you're totally worthless, traveling into a jerk-water-town and giving me the bends, ya lil' green man. I throw you in the trash where you belong, chump. You probably swap spit with yer mutha." "DO NOT!!!" "Ya lady-killer you." he didn't know WTF to make of me. Funny, earthlings didn't know, either. I pointed to my watch. "Lick my tongue and I'll tell you." "Yumm. I'm 'avant-garde-morality' PRE-cisely because nobody else will. They're too scared of earth creatures. Ouch. Grow-up. Botha youse. Good boy, Satan. Good boy." "Useless fucker." "Speech, too, plays a highly critical role in the catastrophic conformity of humanity: bullies, put-downs, verbal abuse, alla the insecure people who have a tangible vacuum inside. You see guys spit on the sidewalk and then walk away? Yeah, moron. I'd LOVE for you to spit in HIS Kingdom." "Fucker squared." "Thaaat's nice. They also never learned how to BE mature. First step? Shut yer bloody mouth and lissen. They think they're sooo damn tough. Do you? Do you really? Whoa. Mind if I shoot your ass? Let's see how tough you are when you die," turning toward the height of a young-woman-closet and winked. "Hey, vacuum, ready to dance in an eternity of anguish?" as I was ready to dive over the edge. he couldn't believe it!! "Yeah, baby! Got a bed??" making a few, meeen moves like the Solid Gold dancers. "Good! Don't dance with me, dumbass," stone faced. his voice dropped like a rock. "Go to Hell." "Yeah? You're cool. Pick a winner." And withat sed, God snapped His radically, gracious fingers which threw the Liar back with a thud. he sensed something... like there was a miscalculation in his soul count.

...as Satan bellowed, I laughed wholeheartedly. "Don't you know, Cornholio? Love conquers all?" kissing Janet in her pink, hot mo', as we THREE walked off toward the escaltor. "Don't look back. Nuthins there. Everythings forward. Everything's Upstairs!" As for him? he slithered back. Loser.

-BlessedEfficacious

WooHoo!

2008-07-05T19:58:00.284-05:00

On January 01, '08, I decided to set the world's record for cycling as many miles in ONE year as possible from a dude who was in a coma for almost three weeks (7,930.75 miles in '08) Lemme see, um, I don't do wunnin well, I don't do horses, don't do taxis, gotta L hand! WooHoo! I'm quite anal-retentive, I don't drive, don't smoke, don't drink, don't tok right, don't wok right, don't eat right, don't dress right, don't date right, don't spell right, don't smell right, don't like the term 'food-groups' or the metric system, I belch, I rarely drool, I'm copiously cool playing boul (French game involving round objects - how 'trés appropos'), I act on Heaven Above to destroy the onslaught of our superficially horrid, anemic, O-pop-culture, I loooooooove slugs!! I love'm!!! (witheir killer eye sprockets and... and... they even retract if you delicately touch'm!!! Kick-ass!!!) I'm your basic iconoclastic pestilence, I'm the BoxxaRoxx, I'm the forNfood/PhonDude, I'm the avant-garde-lunatic, I useta buy Big Wheels from K-Mart, but, grrr, they had flats (no purchase necessary for a diatribe dialect, too); I flatulate 24/7, I strongly believe I'm the reencarnation of Jack Kerouac/Benjamin Net-N-Yahoo/AmyGDala, never followed directions well and never will, and I absolutely love to watch them adorable, precious doodle-bugs lazily plodding to find something moist (your 'ants' in the Bible? I prefer sow bugs. God Almighty's not picky. He's got better things to do; we're just forward thinkers, girl).

I'm your black, high-octane, psychiatric and uncivilized NTV: don't wanna be a pinhead nomore -Ramones. Though I run like the high-impact, high-intensity reality of 'Retarded-Girl' (see it on cable), I do cycle, got thighs that'll rock-your-world, baby, Jesus LOVES the crazies who decide to baroque, as the Trinity threw-away the mold of this cuniform-uniform, abstract 'Phat-Boy' (one of me is plenty). Thank you. Thank you very much.

our Lord --> to --> Saint Gertrude:

2008-05-27T17:02:00.006-05:00

"It is impossible that anyone should not receive all that he has believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me real pleasure when men hope great things from Me and I will always grant them more than they expect."