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The good book says only God is good, so it seems to me somebody needs to step up.

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Your pal, Jess
L-I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 52) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

(my email is JesseGod@live.com)

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Saturday, July 17, 2021

OH

One Hour, oh my god, OH, Ohio

10:48a-11:18a

Saturday morning

Satyr mourning


sippin’ on my coffee, slippin’ with my coffin

Eating oatmeal (omio), just like every other day (od?)

Listening to music, a list made by a sick muse

Writing, instead of fighting.  Righteous might.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Is the sword mightier than the S word?  shit.

The penis mite, shit (!)


This shit sucks

I don’t even want to think about sucking on shit

professor of profanity and coprophagy 

The wind blows, the vacuum sucks, the horsefly bites

And the toilet is full of shit

Toy-let,  for the baby vampire

Let-er V, the letter that lets

Books to read, a ghost (boo!) at Reed

Trivia with Olivia

News you can use

Email for females

History to solve a mystery

no paucity of curiosity or luminosity

Herstory of the bursary

Funny money for you, honey-bunny

Stupid cupid

Idiots with covid, covidiots

Retarded, but hard, yard-guard

Foolish ghoul at the cool school’s pool

Roommates that hate doom

Religious and prodigious

Productive, but fuct

Oblivion with Vivian

Engaged with rage, the enraged mage

Mage v. Sage!  Wages for pages

Pages that go on for ages

Macho nachos, and the eminent feminine

Eating cinnamon with Eminem, a dapper rapper

Dressed to kill, or maybe dressed to arrest

A thirst for the worst

Evil Knievel landed on a weevil

Eve in the evening, Adam’s madame

Even Steven, and an odd God named Todd

Good God, GD

Gray Davis using Avis

aviary, apiary, topiary, breviary, and commissary

The bee’s knees, it’s pleasing, I sing

Rhyme on a dime, is not a crime

But being slimy and grimy…

Cleanliness is next to godliness

Purity of surety

Convinced at convents

Persuaded by purse, aided by suede

the gay priest delivered a homo-ly

God's audience:  Gaudience

interfaith dialogue, a Journey Together

cooperation, friendship, appreciation, and understanding

glorify god with your life!

ave Maria, saved from slavery

night and knight, and unite

heal your soul, heel and sole (and hele and sol)

defend us from ee (every evil) (eve 'n ellen)

   ee cummings, electrical engineering, expressed emotion

clean thoughts and brainwashing

BP and the big picture (Baden Powell, British petroleum)

good,  honest living (not bad HL, e.g. Hannibal Lecter)

    holy land, historic landmark, dhl (day and half late?)

perspective, global or parochial, humanity or local

convivial conversation with convicts

Siva needs to fill out a Special Immigrant Visa Application

deferral of deterrence  


Allah - lujiah!   Hose Anna!   Prey, the lore!  

The esp exp: Experience of extra sensory perception.   Especially en español (not Esperanto), expert x-spurt, espadrille, expunge..   God:  the good old days in the great out doors, with ollie guacho dog!   General’s orders, dawg!  Government of dunces, gravity of death.  I like quiet.  Please, peace and quiet.  A silent night.   Silencio, por favor.   I need to power through my piles of paper (and books, too). I have 4 books of short stories, 3 Pynchons, 1 Wallace, and a philosophy tome.  Some psychology/psychiatry, and a monstrously big pile of Spanish materials.   Gotta git on it, git r done, git to work!!  Giddyup.  YA!  (Yah-way?) Mush!  All lay loo ya.  Pray-z the ordinance, ordnance (and Jay-z).  Ho’s on, uh?   CIA, called into action.  And the PIA. Not the pieta.  Nothing to do with pie.  Well, maybe a little.  Central intelligence agency, and it’s sister agency, the Peripheral intel agency.   Did you say we're going to Hayward?  Or Harvard?  I brought what I bought.  Sport shorts and shirts and shit.   Going all the way, with Yahway!  YHWH?  Yeah, the way.

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