Los Mochi! Yum

Geografia Mexicana

Piedras Negras and the black rock desert of Nevada

Paraíso and Paradise, CA (and all the saints in Todos Santos)...but sinful in Sinaloa (ver a cruz)

Kangaroos from Quintana Roo?  A pack of Chihuahuas invading from Chihuahua?   Raccoons from Cancún?  Lions from León and Nuevo León,   Hawks from Oaxaca :-)

Amazing Mazatlán, glad ha in Guadalajara, Summer Camp in Campeche,  it's pretty in Hermosillo, peaceful in La Paz,  snoring in Sonora

Mitch from Michoacán, Tammy from Tamaulipas and Tampico, Dua Lipa from Tamaulipas

Matamoros (kill muslims??) (braggart),  Slapped in SLP (San Luis Potosí),  and warriors from Guerrero

Pleased bellies in Belize!  Chuy Stu

Cheers

 Hear hear, no jeers or sneers for Tears for Fears (or tears for veers)

Near-beer at Cheers, with dear peers, and queers who merely spear rears, all year.   

Mary Chris Miss.   Guess who's the guest.  Cocoa- Cola.  A toy for naughty Tony.  Naughty is Not-e.  E is ecstasy.  A penguin in Angwin.  Boy toys and kept men.  Playboy pets and heavy petting and Tom Petty and petit figures and petrichor.  Wait, what are you up to?  240 and 6'1!   a person named Tziporah and a purse with a zipper.   Nurse Ratchett and Terry Pratchett.  The gay man reads Neil Gaiman.  The DA reads Douglas Adams.  When is a  Spinal Tap ever funny?   Well, it is.   Lev Grossman makes a good gift for Liz/Greg.    GLT at the Grand Lake Theater.   Don't tase me, bro.   Shrimp and prawns, S and P 500, brains and brawn, rain on the lawn, Pimp and prawn-ography.  Raining brains.  Horny for porn in the morn.  Ornery around the orrery.   Life is Good when you Love God and Like Girls and Leave Garbage and Labor Greatly.   Brain pain and Brawn gone.   Rain down the drain and using the brawn for a pawn.   Brain brawn, vein wan, yawn at dawn.  John Han and Ron Von Kwan.   Danish Jane.   Wax on wax off, wax and wane, Wayne weighing in.   Yahweh and Yah-wayne.  Sex wax and ax wax.  Polish your instrument.   Polish Paul.  Appalling Paul and Amazing lays from lovely Duv, sexy Lexi, and that cute beauty... you, T.   Born for porn.  Bedded and wedded.  Committed to wit, tits, and shit like fitted knits.  It's a hit, nitwit.  Lust is a must for most.  Smitten and twitterpated, and:  bitten kitten written;  baited dated fated hated mated rated sated waited...  Moaning bones and dull skulls and dead in bed and why aren't you wet yet and skeletons covered in gelatin.  Kinky with your pinky.   Rotting tots.  Stinky winking, and fake aches.  Annoying toys.  Don't give an inch to the grinch.  He'll take a mile of smiles, and leave you frowning like a down clown.    Turn ons and turn offs?  What am I, a freaking light bulb?  A jeremiad (list of woes) about baby Jeremiah.   Blu Dep in the deep blue sea.  Petunia Julia in her pajamas (pj's).  Jeremiah wasn't a bullfrog.  Zephyr ain't a heifer.  Alexander Benjamin is Zander Binyamin (Bibi).  Xander showing candor.  Rain Leon ain't Eternal Ray.  What is the what?  Who is The Who?  A book by Eggers, and a band comprised of (Roger Daltrey, Pete Townshend, Keith Moon, John Entwistle).  Amen, Amon.   Hallelujah, Hal.   Praying for praise.  Worshipping warships.  Glorifying Laurie.  Celebrating celebrity.  Celebra-tease.  Lame lamentations.   Eucharistic cheezits (sounds like Jesus).   Phil drinks Phil-tered water.  Pure fury and unadulterated bliss and just....simply....there.   The site of excitement.  Ace is the place.  The loco location.   A crazy maze of hazy days in the gays.  Drunk as a skunk, and as funky as a monk on junk.  Back on crack.  High on pie.  Inebriated on sea-breeze.  Well-elevated.  Blissful kisses.  Lovey-dovey.  Life is good, like a wife in woods.   Nature ate your date?  The hour she was devoured was dour.   Doomed, consumed, and in a tomb.    A sad dad, and a mom like bombs in 'Nam.  Rage in a cage.  Angry at all the banging.  Hating your mate.     An aftermath of wrath.  Making up in makeup.   Angry sex, with fangs in necks.  A nap after a nightcap.   A deep sleep.   Not a peep, creep!   Let me Rest In Peace.   Jack and Jill the rippers.   Jack the Ripper and Jill the stripper.   Peace love and happiness.   Tidings of comfort and joy.  Southern comfort and Joy dish soap and Tide detergent.  A piece of the peace, and a chip off the old block.   Love from above, and happiness - make it snappy!   Sappy happiness.    Happiness shnapiness!   Bah humbug!   Feliz Felix.   Feliz Navidad and Feliz navi-mom, too :-)   I've five knives, and I'm feeling alive, Clive.    Well, I've got a gun, hon, and I think we're done.  No more weapons, yep.   Weapons make me weep!   Flesh for fantasy, my fine female friend.   Let there be light, and may darkness be banished from sight!  May your toes glow, and your skin sin and your lays blaze and your mind shine and your fate be illuminated.  May your life be rife with everything but strife!   Let goodness and mercy follow you all the daze of your life.  Doing your duty to beauty.  Rights and responsibilities to serve knights and Billy T?  Lead by deadheads, and inspired by choirs, and subject to abject objects like rejects ejected from the projects.   Injections and out-jections, phlebotomy and lobotomy, blood draw and blood paint, paint and pain on a cross, crossed my mind (feeling cross, brain pain, head-shocks, zapped like Harry Potter or steal-my-face, electric signals, bzzzt!).  (Harry Potter has a lightning bolt on his forehead from being struck by Voldemort;  The Grateful Dead steal-my-face has a depicted electric brain with red and blue halves).   Sonic soundscapes and gustatory glee.   Olfactory factories and Auditory auditoriums and tactile tacticians.  Sensual sensei and a peach for each teacher.   Chopsticks, chapstick, Cheap Trick, and Chappaquiddick.   Rich in a ditch is the sitch (twitching and itching to snitch on the witch-bitch).  Someone poor on the top floor with a whore, and someone middle-class answering the riddle about gas.  SAG-AFTRA and gas fart.  Is there any other kind? -  A few good men.  Visible visualization of a video's very vocal vampire's victim.   Bloody hell, what's that muddy smell.  Dirty dirt and clean jeans.  Impure thoughts in a spotless mind.   Filthy rich and the pure poor.   A pure psychopath who plays dirty.  Pure filth and dirty soap.  Soap operas and dirty women.  Thoughtless and brainless, besotted and painless, mindlessly kind.   PC?  premeditatively cruel.   Suffering fluffer,  pulling a dog for a jog, old yeller is a smeller, Snoopy the super duper pooper.  Wok ing your dog, and eating a hotdog, dawg.   Shaggy Shelby and Rover roving all over.  Bully bulldogs and sheepish sheepdogs and poodles that are dull (simply poo).  A leopard shepherd.   A wino rides a rhino.   So close to going on safari.  Jafar and Jah, close.  Jehovah and J' under.  Yahweh rides a horse (Ya!).   A woke dog walker, and sleepwalking on your dream job, and certainly alert about getting hurt, but nodding off in his role as a modern God.   Take a nap and bake a gingersnap.   Seeking a Sikh to be sheikh.  Demi the demure democrat.  Rambunctious rams, and dogmatic dogs, and catatonic cats, and burdensome birds, and lizards in blizzards, and bratty rats, and efficient fish, and pets named Pete.   Cat in a hat, snake in a lake, shiver in a river.   Surfers ride the motion of the ocean.  Catching a wave with a baseball mitt?  Surfers think swells are swell.   Filthy Phil uses Sterilite brand plastic bin containers.  Sterile light?  Rubber maid?  Clean Dean and Nasty Tasiana.   Reptile replies.  Ballet on the ballot.   Wallet on the ballot.  A lot of balls on the ballot.  Juan and Juana wanna.  Juan won and Joss lost. Feeling pale and Juan.  Sick of the Bay Area, basically.  Sump pump.  Augie's augury.  Break the wishbone - it's a snap!  Heil, heels.  Defeated and de-feet'd (ouch).   Wynn likes to win, but Lou doesn't like to lose.  Victor enjoys victory, but eating can't be beat.  Champions of camp win gin, Lynn.   God drinks vodka, while the devil revels, with a diablo daiquiri and fireball whiskey.   God the Creator:  God's wad, mum's cum.  Deity spontaneity.  Go on, Dance! Gaudy mahdi moves his body with the naughty hottie.  Kinky? wink, wink.   Horny to fornicate to porn with Lauren.   Scumbag scammers.  I got CalFresh after my car crash.  Frugally buying bagels for seagulls and eagles and beagles.   Ogling muggles.   Food, dude, can be stewed or chewed or viewed with an attitude of lewd nude or boo'd rudely!  Julie is unruly and duly eats newly stewed gruel.  Wyatt's diet?  You can't buy it at Hyatt, sings Quiet Riot!  The museum has a dozen decent docents.  I have a dozen cousins.  You and I at the museum and lyceum.   I call 'em as I see 'em at the Coliseum.   Bryan and Byron have Ron's brains.  Insane, outsane, sane, and unsane.  Huh?  What?  Membrane, membrain, membrayne, and membreyn.   Inne Seine.  Insayn, knowudymsayin'?   minimally MANIMAL: Jeremiah was a bullfrog, Satan is a snake, (Teshara: he's a rat), I aint no Walrus - who you callin' a walrus??, I'm an Eagle (scout), Crazy Horse and Hopping Crow... Anne-imal, Dan the animal (danimal), the band The Animals.  People are people, so why should it be...  Monkees?  Beatles?  Byrds?  I'm a Beast!  

Little Miss Muffett paid Warren Buffett.   Your fate is to be as great as Bill Gates.  Concerned about earning?  Learn to turn over a new leaf, chief!  Make money, honey!   You're as funny as a nun showing her buns, hon!  A nun with a gun in the sun is simply not done!  But a genius earning bank, is like a general pulling rank, Hank!  Cash for trash?  Funds for having fun?  Dollars for hollering at ballers? Cut a check for -heck- sex?  Paid to get laid? Bucks for fucks?  Income for ink?  Payment for raiment?  A transfer of monies for answering the call of reading the funnies?  Do what you want and be like the Pontiff.   Be God, be good, and be rewarded with seventh heaven, Devan!  Answer the call, and get it all!  Follow your bliss, and write this.   Mm, sex muffins.   Thoughtless brainless mindless zombie idiots, and extraordinary genius creatives, and Joe Blow and Plain Jane.   Weird beard, strange mange, unusually casual, bizarre Jabar, freaky Zeke.   Goofy Sufis, and nudist Buddhists, and mathematical Catholics.   The Christian question.  The answer to cancer.  Slim Muslims (around a third are overweight) and Obese Cochise.  Carlos Slim is no longer overweight :-).   Are you into Hindus?  FSM on MSN.   Newish Jewish.   In the old mold.   Ludicrous Judaism.  Crazy to be lazy, but sane to have pain (for gain)...they say.   Hey!  Flying Spaghetti Monster and Sitting Spaghetti Saint (sss, said the slithering snake, secretly smelling sentient passsssta!).  Saint Satan?  Demonic Angels?  Yeah, everyone's everything.

Take care and Never mind

huh? 

give care and always mind? mindless caring and cars.   Be careful, with a belly full of care.  And in love, like you're in the universe, or in a room, or in your body, or in a womb.  organized messages and organ mess, deist dentists, eleven ellens, big bouncy beautiful breasts and buttocks, amor Roma and Mora, Damon and Dominic the demonic Dominican deacons, the female form and foot fetish and fly-fishing and french-fries and fire-fighters on the funny farm, optimized sleep requires a dark cold and quiet room, stealing drugs and taking your medication, spiritually open / schizophrenic / hearing voices / mental / telepathic.   Mentally ill or superhuman?  Privileged psychic communication of a seer, or psychosis delusions and hallucinations?  Happy useful and good?  Or annoying counterproductive or even evil?  Fighting fire with fire - bringing flamethrowers to a forest fire?? lol.   Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.   Fee fie foe fum, fine fickle friend, fleas and flies.   Sly Ida and Artless Arthur.   Messy and smelly.  Stressy and yelly.   Jesse and Kelli :-).    Jess and Kell bless hell?  Holy moly.   Fight or flight from stranger-danger (and safe waifs).  Rhyme crime and saintly, faintly.  Tainted saints and teams of demons.  Nieman and Beamon aren't demons, but... Lehman's semen, what a he-man.   Make a sacred cake for fake Jake.  The real deal on Neil is he can heal your zeal for a veal meal.   Have a holly jolly Christmas.   'Tis also the season of misery, disillusionment, and despair (!).   Beauty's brevity (and hideous in Hades).   In the eyes of the beholder.   I's of the B- holder.   Eric Holder?   Texas hold 'em.  Hold on.  Hold me.   Whole, holes, holy, holdings, embraced and held (not helled).  Hold me, Kurt Cobain, said Courtney Love, whom he loved.   Soul food, and eat my feet.  Sleep fast, and take my waking slow.  Count Dracula's account at the blood bank.  A roach approaches.  Furious jury.  Mary and Chris say Merry Christmas.  Yule enjoy Christmas, I predict.  Happy Nude Year!  Happy Holly daze.  Celebrating solstice at Ol' Miss.  Tony Danza celebrates kwanzaa.  And Monica got a harmonica for Hanukkah.  Frosty is a white man.  The manager of the manger.  The Isis crisis.  The God-is-good gig.  God IS a good gig.  A penis the size of a peanut.  Visions of venison.  SwALLow a pEACH, each and all.  Grounded in Reality, and reality in the ground.  Like a diamond, or a mirror, I reflect a facet of Reality.  Reflect on this, young grasshopper.   Miserly misery, and the joys of toys for boys.   Things like rings that make you sing.   A revery on everyone, mulling over mullets, pondering ponds, contemplating convicts in temples, meditating on medication, absorbed in orbs, thinking in ink, quiet still contemplation of riots, killing, and quantum-Haitians.   Demonstrably demonic.   All-Important AI.  Suburban subcultures.   Dog iDeOloGy.   Readers need to find authors, and authors need to find readers, making connections.  Connecting with boxers on Boxing Day.  Characters in search of an author.   CHE Guevara and Coke, Heroin, Ecstasy (and rapid rapture).   Whatever's clever.   Boring whoring.   A whore roaring for war.    More gore, said my bloody buddy.  Sleepy and creepy and weepy, with peepee in his teepee.   The Indian got wind of Cindy.  My mind is named Mindy.  Mork is a dork.  My brain is named Brian.  My heart is named Gary.  My soul is named Han Solo.  The simian from San Simeon.   The monkey junkie, hooked on books, and addicted to dick.   Sex addicts needing the deed.  Horny, even with a torn knee.  Give it to me, let's live.  AIDS is for maids who got laid instead of paid.  Dizzy with disease.  Sick from a quick kick to the dick.  Ouch on the couch.   No pain, no gain.    No dirt, no hurt.  I insist on you being twisted, sister.    Up with corruption, down with clowns in gowns.   Verbs kicked to the curb, and down with nouns.   Words are for the birds.   The science of silence.   Caw caw is caca.   Cindy sinned, but God did good.  Virtue can hurt you.   Prince of darkness, pod.   God and P.O.D. are at odds.   God's body, at the devil's level.   Todd and Evelyn consulted God and the devil, in books.  Crooks read books.   Saints faint.  The mind is mined.  What's in your head, Deadhead?  Zombies at Abercrombie.  The master is a mystery.   The lord is bored.  The king is kinky.  The emperor whimpers on hemp, temporarily.  The ruler is cooler, while the subject is abject.  Lovers take cover from Tom's bombs.   Tom's mom was a dom.   Calm in 'Nam, and panicked near Anne's neck.  Thinking about drinking.  When is it right to bite.  Thirst and in a hearse.   Dead and fed.   Ruddy and bloody.   Blood in the suds.   Can the Pope cope with soap?  Animal fat.   She's an ANIMAL!!  Phat.  A torpid corpse.  The boring get their bearings.   Dedication to medication.   Commitment to comity.  Vampires drink the red pill.  Don't be a drip, don't be a pill, be yourself, be all that you can be, be good, be cool.   You're hot!  A cold fish and hot shit and warm hearted and a bundle of joy.   Lotions potions, oils creams gels ointments and unguents.  Waving at that knave Dave at the rave...resulting in a grave at his fave cave.  Save us, Avis.    Rent a car and go far, gents.   Get away from the gay lay way, and begin a damn family, Amelie (homily).  Kisses from the missus, and love from above, and joy from your boy, and cheer, dear.   A happy pappy.  A glad dad.  Happy ever after with nappies and laughter.  Babies get rabies.  Children get killed, wren.  Ugh, Doug.  Shit happens.  Shit happened.   Life goes on.   Until the end of the world.  The End.  

   Disillusioned:  seeing the truth, having removed the illusion - The truth is out there, the facts indicate that life is shit, the world is a stinking hellhole of vice and suffering, and we're all going to die :-(     But cheer up, you're not alone, life is beautiful, I'm here for you, and there are things like comedy, music, sushi, and hugs!   So buck up!  Life is grand.  Meditate, smile, watch a movie, and tell me your troubles.   Problems can be solved.  All you need is a long nap, a big meal, a little fresh air, some exercise, and a good book.  Maybe also some variety, do something new, for a change.    Mix it up.   Go to a different church, or even a different religion.  Plant some trees.  Go for a swim.  Call a friend.  Eat a peach.

   Cannibalism: A thirst for the worst, and a hunger for anger, and a need for deeds that fix the sicks.   John Cena ('cena' is dinner, in spanish) and Dan (diet and nutrition): having an old friend for dinner... (can o' bull), with some Vampire brand wine, and mussels (muscles), with your sweetheart, and honey, honey.   Chewing on Chuy.   If you seso ('seso' is brain, in spanish).  Nibbling on toes (TOE is theory of everything).  Bits and bytes of digital (fingers).  Crunch time.   Devouring the devil, and eating meat, and consuming Sue, and ingesting/digesting JessT, and swallowing all, low.   Teshara flesh and delicious nutritious Trish and the yummy tummy of Kelli's belly, and flavorful Dave, and delightful bites of Heath White, and a scrumptious rump of the miss.  Jack in a box, Barbie on the bar-b-que?? Your love in the oven, but vengeance is a dish best served cold.  Geezus, what am I saying.  Enjoy a steak - human flesh is off limits, people.   Bok bok!  what are you, chicken?   Ha.   Have a ball.   Ew, yuck.   Adam's apple and apple of my eye and butt-munch and eat it and bite me and a tall drink of water and blood pudding and you are what you eat so you are food...   Skinny-dipping? Pigs and fat cows and sheeple and lambs of god and bugs to swat and Anne-imals and sharks and chicks and carnivore-karma (only jerks eat jerky?) and eating fruits and vegetables and being fishy / full of bull and gourmet preparation of exotic meat, for a discriminating audience.   Judge's verdict?  GOD.   Gross Or Delicious?  Falling apart, and falling off the bone.   Eucharist is a host.   You, christ - God eats the heavenly host!?   Eating hostess.  Eating Raoul.   Eating a bimbo.  I eat cannibals, it's incredible.  God is a man of war, war is the art of deception, god is love, so god is hate, and heaven is hell, and the heavenly host are food!!  God is a woman of peace, devouring the devil (devil= 4 evil), you see where this is going.   Is hell heaven?  Biting satire.   Cup of Joe.   Bob's bucket of blood.  Gulp.

Me.  Jesse just seems juicy.  I like to compile ideas and lists, write essays, research, learn and teach, and share.  I really appreciate truth and clarity.  I like thinking about words, god religion and spirituality, and formulating opinions on issues...  I like jokes and humor and satire and comedy and stand-up.   I like reading and reading aloud.  I'm passionate about quality of life and equality and alleviating poverty and suffering.   I believe in knowledge, wisdom, understanding, truth, enlightenment, and open-mindedness and curiosity.   I enjoy community, communication, conversation, comedy, and collective cooperation.  I have a passion for blogging, publishing, and happy dogs.  My online pleasures include: YouTube, Pinterest, Instagram, Onion, Wikipedia, Joe Frank, and The Poetry Foundation.    Music, meditation, exercise, and tasty food are daily delights.   I like to be productive, get things done, make to do lists, map out my day, and stay active.   My areas of expertise include: the philosophy of religion, mental health, dogs, international relations, bicycling, scouting, and talking (I guess).   I want The Good Life for myself and others, and this includes Money, Medication, Diet and Nutrition, Exercise, Enough sleep, Writing and Talking and Praying and Reading together, and things like dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins.  Meditation can really make me happy, too.   Flirting, laughter, truth, nature, compliments, travel, good books, float my boat.   The inner child in me still likes fun and play and games.   I'm 53 and I have a nerf gun, lol.   Boop-a-doop.

D.  Vampire Hunter D.  Deception, death, darkness, decay, depravity, the depths of despair, depression, disillusionment, dread, demons, devils, disease, disaster, destruction, dirty deeds, damnation, desperation, distance, and debility.    A decision to be a dumb dim dork, duh.   A desire for delight, and digital destiny.  A donkey named Don Quixote?   Ding-dong.   It's Dave.   Get over the devil, G.O.D.      OH my God.   Only Human.   Dads just die and disappear.  

Ontological Nihilism is the position that nothing actually exists, at all.   I think, therefore I am.  I don't think.... "poof!"  (God disappears).    Presto, reappearance:   a flapper that claps and snaps! (for a dapper lapper, before they both take a nap, says the rapper zapper.   Yup).

What is a real Christian?

Good question!   

A follower of Christ?  Or.. baptized?   Or just a good person? Maybe someone named Christian?  Anyone who identifies as such, no matter who?   Someone in a personal relationship with Jesus who publicly accepts Jesus Christ as their lord and savior? 

1.Some Christians are into prosperity, while others think it is harder to enter the kingdom of heaven if you are rich than to pass through the eye of a needle (or something - is there a camel involved?).

2. Jesus is Heyzeus.  Christ is short for Christopher.  Christopher Jesse.   ChrisJess.   Zeus Topher.  Words.   A word game.  Whatever.   Anything to anybody.  Christine and Ian.

3. They will know we are Christians by our love.   Anyone who loves, in love.   Devotion and delight.  God is love.  Love is agape, philia, eros.  Affection, intimacy, sex, respect…. Yada yada.  Xoxo.

4. There’s a vampire named Christian.  Maybe he feeds on Antichrists.  Who the fuck knows.   (I’m talking about a guy in the vampire subculture, in a book about it I read).   Presumably he drinks real blood.    Of course, Christians drink the blood of Christ (wine or grape juice).   There’s discussion about what’s a real vampire, too.  

Prayer

I used to think prayer aloud was a way of getting into people's heads, or dominance, or performance.   Now I think of it as a way to be more serious and solemn than conversation, and relate your values and morals and desires to those around you.   Thought, meditation, conversation, prayer, writing - it's all kind of the same thing (to me).  It's mind-maintenance, a method of purity, the light of the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...   Putting it out into the universe.  Talking to yourself, God to God.   Communication with the divine.   It can make you feel good, and empowered, and heard, and not alone, and hopeful.   Demons pray for prey.   Predators pray for prey.  It's a rare prayer, but bloody good?  'Sed' is thirst, in spanish (acronym for Sin, Evil, Depravity).  No one has to pray, in my book.   God, if He exists, knows it all (already).  And privacy as a constitutional right is an absolute farce.   There are telepaths in your head that can hear your every thought, and God is the Big Kahuna of telepaths, who hears everything.  Maybe God in heaven is a computer in the system, these days, but call it whatever you want - you are heard, not alone, and nothing is private or secret, because God is omniscient, and every hair on your head is counted, every thought noted, and every action a part of greater awareness, Higher Mind, like Santa knowing who's naughty or nice.  I call myself God, but I am not hyper-aware like that, if indeed anyone really is, in fact.   What is real and what is hypnosis?

Who is Jesus?

He's dead.   He may have survived the crucifixion, but he ain't alive now.   They found his coffin (maybe).  He lives on, in his words and ideas and people ("body of Christ").  Jesus doesn't love you.  He loved you.  Christians love you, maybe.  Hopefully.   I mean, they say They will know we are Christians by our love.  Sometimes people say one thing, and mean another.  No one knows who Jesus was, really.  He lived 2000 years ago.  People say a lot of contradictory stuff.  A magician, of course.   You can't walk on water (unless it's ice).  He shriveled a fig tree?  Whatever.  I have a bridge to sell you.  Don't let the right hand know what the left is doing?  Weird.   I am not an octopus.  I am a walrus, lol.  Turn the other cheek?  Well, if they're shooting at you, shoot back, don't sacrifice yourself!  3:16?  so that you can have eternal life?  Well, quality matters as much as quantity!! An eternity of hell isn't much of a reward for believing in Jesus.    People can be good without being Christians.  If there IS a heaven, you don't have to believe in it to go there.  Jesus loves me, this I know?   No.  Dust loves me?   Well, okay, why not.   I don't have much of a fulfilling relationship with dust, I have to say.  Cigarettes to ashes, and Dustin to dust.  I like Dustin.   Not sure about Justin.   I could just say I like everyone, in some theoretical, philosophical sense.   But honestly, practically, I probably don't.  Sometimes I think I hate everyone.  But it's not that bad.  People are people.  There is goodness in everyone.   But it's hard to be kind, sometimes.

The 2 thing

Apathy and disenchantment vs. love and passion.    Incurious vs. engaged.    Alive! vs. zombie.  It takes 2 to tango.   One is the loneliest number.  2 kids, for replacement.  Cum again?  

(Jesus, time, hey, beast, jew, it, no, ow, cross, shit, kind, death...) (numerology)

   Adam and Eve, good and bad, love and hate, synonyms and antonyms, words and ideas, light and darkness, male and female, brother and sister, attraction and repulsion, knowledge and ignorance, elation and depression, joy and sadness, celebration and grief, misery and bliss, pleasure and pain, comfort and discomfort, wealth and poverty, virtue and vice, crime and sin, heaven and hell, love and marriage, hate and revenge, being and nothingness, to be or not to be, hungry and thirsty, food and drink, piss and shit, beginning and end, start and finish, alpha and omega, empathy and schadenfreude, sane or mentally ill, sick or well, right and left, up and down, front and back, awake and asleep, yada yada, etc. etc.  (pairs)

Don't say Happy Christmas or Merry New Year!   Gasp!  Think outside the box?  Who the hell does their thinking in boxes?!!!???!  Jack in the box?   What the hell does THAT mean??  A cow named Jack?  You are what you eat...   I am the love child of a Burger King and a Dairy Queen?  I am food.  I eat nuts, and I eat fruit, but I'm neither (oh, bother).   Eating vegetables does not a vegetable make.  Am I dead meat?  Holy cow.  I'm a pig.   Oink.  I think I'm turning Japanese.  I really think so.   So, a needle pulling thread.  Are you there, God?   It's me, Jesse.  (Margaret is my mom's name), (are you there/their god?  I AM. they are, they're).    Are you the air, god?   Air god and air guitar and air jordan, blowing over the face of the deep...

God

 adjectives, names, descriptors

FSM (Flying Spaghetti Monster), Zeus, Ra, Set, Allah, Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu, YHWH, Shangdi, Ahura Mazda  (am fsm bars vs syz?) 

God is

a word, a concept, a set of concepts, a role, an identity, a status.

good, personified.   perfectly good.  the source of all goodness.  The creator, of all creation.  The heavenly father.   Love, one, a man of war, holy, blessed, great, pure, sanctified, sacred, most high, perfect, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, omnibenevolent, always and forever, everywhere, eternal, big, infinite, ∞, alive, immortal, righteous, loving, good, kind, merciful, forgiving, compassionate, just, fair, all-knowing, all-wise, all-powerful, almighty.

Triune.

Father, Son, Holy Spirit.    The 3 guys.   Brahma, Siva, Vishnu.   CDP.    Creation Destruction Preservation.   Me Myself and I.   Satan Vampire and Jesus?!  Drink the blood of Christ.   Some people / v's drink to see (taste, actually) if you have a disease, I'm told.   Un poco loco, Moco.    Good bloodthirsty evil, or something.   Just a thought.