Word of God

And the word is... 'Pershnoodle-zip' 

Every book in any library is All Entirely the Word of God, if you ask me (poly-WOG)

cosmically comic antics of astral Astrid caused Mick to kill ants and ticks!   I bought some smack and crack and cognac, put them in my backpack, and went back to Jack (in the box), for some meat that tastes like yak and quack.  G-D?   God Damn.   Pre and Post - Judgment Demons.  Pure, unrepentant psychopathic monster demons.   Holy righteous godly saintly deity(-ies) of Heaven!  Profane and profound professor is my profitable profession!  Homage to the mage.  Heidi Klum eats clams with Clem in any clime.   Do you grasp that I wake up gasping?  You're supposed to sleep in cold dark and quiet, not this old riot!   Electricity cost money in this funny city.   Wyatt's diet consists of what he spies at Hyatt, like pie he buys with rye, or (sigh, why) sly fly guys like Kai or Jai.   Mai oh my.   Zane says he has Hanes in his veins.  Less is more: a lesson for morons.   I heart your farts, Sartre, said Bart.   Do I have a choice whether or not to hear your voice, Joyce?  A Rolls-Royce makes me moist, said Joyce, but Hyundais make me dry, guy.   Mole, pozole, nopales, chile relleno, and chilaquiles.   Elle in LA, olé!   Cystic sister.   Predators and pre-daters.   4 kinds of predators: the kind kind (prey on predators), bullies (prey on the weak), animals (prey on food), and satanist vampires (prey on those who pray).  Ill killers and sick sicarios and diseased dizzy disneyland disaster dystopians in the distance.   Go blow it out your keister, mister.   Get on with it, get off with her, get on up, come on down, slide to the right, get left behind, be right back.   The jedi blamed the force, of course, as the source of his divorce.  But the source of his marriage was her fair age and carriage! (and maybe something in the porridge).  Creeds and credos, and the decrees of Cree Indians (native Americans).    The gone-slay entree.   Me and you on the menu.  A MEal you'll remember.   Yikes, member.  Weighter, I'll have the USual.  Devouring our devil.   Consuming a convict named Sue.  Chewing on Chuy.   The flesh of Tesh.   Pete-meat.  Amy, a meal.   A tin of beef, and a cannibal (to nibble on).  Chow? Ciao!  Acted distracted and performed forms.  The surfer had a sandwich to tide her over.  Inter-lewd between xoxo + f.   Minds interpenetrate and people interact with their minds.    Genius is both individual and collective.   The US in genius.  Teams that teem with ideas.  The DEA has ideas.  Cockroaches, so you can be a dick.  Playing squash with bugs.  Insects at roach motels for inne sex.  You were an A at wordplay.   Marriage, sharia, and Teshara.   Go Bears, and go bare.   I got collij!   Get nekkid and ware close!  Wear clothes from the closed warehouse.  Knowledge from college, and wisdom from being dumb.  Naked, nude, bare, without clothes, and the way God made you.   UC-  unclad, uncovered, unclothed.   Nu/Nue! (m/f).   I spent the week reading Whore and Puce, by Stole-toy.  Judi Dench speaks French on a bench with a mensch with a wrench, with the stench of a wench that benched a bunch after lunch.    God is good.    God is plural.   We is God.  I am.   We be many.   Goods and services.   God is good.   God is a good.   God has got the goods.  God is goods.   God is everything.   E.T.    It's all good.    Me, myself, and I.   You, yourself, and thou.   Everything, everybody, everyone.   Objects, stuff, and things.  Mind, spirit, soul.  Life, the universe, and 42!   Imminently intimate, implementing my instrument.  The trouble with treble, and the boss of bass.  Whore and piss, by Leo Stoltoy.  Infinite Jess, by David Foster Wallis.  MAD about monsters and demons.   GLAD about goodness love and diapers.   Buddhist books about imbibing with babes like Betty Boop (buddhist boobs and booze).   Boom go the bombs, and buddhist boots are a boon not a bane, but boo-boo's are bad.  Baba O'Reilly and Bubba Gump and Bibi Netanyahoo and Bobo (stutterer or stammerer), all said bye-bye baby to BeBe.    Playing hockey after drinking sake with cocky and gawky jockeys.    Walkie-talkies are now cellphone yell-moans.   Parlez-vouz in the parlor?  ineluctably unelectable.    premonitory promontory.  Jackie's ejaculations.  irritated ears and the noise of Anne annoys.   The thief took a drink, took a shit, and took his meds.  fragrance forgiveness.  rivalry and revelry.  dispatched to a patch of ground.   no excursion exclusion!  let's go everywhere, you heavy bear!  inseams and outseams seem unseemly.  suppuration supper (ew!).   EW is evil and wicked.  Is there precedent for being predestined to be president?  Dark Chocolate in DC.  Bill Clinton, and BC: banana chips, birth control, British Columbia, before christ.  Saturnine, Mercurial, Jovial, and carrying a Neptune.  Plutonic relationships.  Venal on Venus.  Martial Martians.  marital mortals.  Nasty pederasts.  Klingons on Uranus.  Wear Depends before you go off the deep end.   In much wisdom is much grief, in much knowledge is suffering, said the demon head, tormented by his genius, the cia, philosophers, trivia, teachers, books, and the omniscient deity (although He knows how to be happy).  lepers and lemurs.   camels and camellias.   pansies in your panties.  despot on pot.  bleach on the beach.   the art of artillery.  scalpel and scapulas.  comet.com.   arches, architecture, and arks.  pond, paying off the national debt.  fascist fashion.  fomenting fermentation.  cyber criminals from Siberia.  critical of critical injuries to critics.  the end of an endless end.  abacus abecedarians.  Zizians and zyzzyva.   Heteronormative in my trans-am.  Games and straight-shooters.   GLBS.   Gay Lesbian Bi and Straight.   Queer Transgender Asexuals.  Not anything.   Pansexual: sex with pans, lol.   Bestiality, pedophilia, bdsm, rape, and paraphilias with chipmunks.   Sex with socks to the strains of sax.   Six sucks for Wanda Sike's sake.  Slurping perpetrators of serpent burps.   Squirrel-girls and goy boys having joys with toys.   Annoyed with Roy's joy?  Only appreciate hate?   Wait... you'll love these gloves.   They're tight, but don't bite.   Their pleasure is immeasurable.   Please don't squeeze until she wheezes, geez.  Come together, right now, over me :-) .    Thermometers and therpopeters.   Poppies and mama's pies.   Sierra Madre and San Diego Padres.  Dadaism and MOMA (museum of modern art).  Father Time and Mother Earth.   Male men and Fees for mail.  Sex between sexes, and Jennifer between genders?  Sexuality is Reality.  Reality is unreal.  Crazy Jay-Z and insane shin pain, on a loco locomotive, mad about mom and dad.   Sane Danes and insane Jane and biting my vein makes me insane, because of crud in my blood, but sucking my artery is an art??  Drink it down, did.  In Jess T, ingested, (in jest).

Brain Pain make me Insane!!!   Insane, like rain down the drain in vain, miss Jane and mister Lane Caine.   It waxes and wanes, like the cranes on the plains of Spain, you Dane.  But they say, no pain, no gain.   That is All-so SO insane.  The bane of my brain is tainted rain, Mr. Wayne from Maine.   In Seine in the membrane.   I AM fain to say, insanity is not always insane.  Sanity is like the vanity of a manatee.   I like manatees;  the manatee likes me;  we like ourselves.   Me, myself, and I and we done caught ourselves a varmint and No-Self.   Machine elves and all my selves :-).   Self, I sez, you is right kindly, I says to myself.  The author puts himself on the shelf.   Like the libra section of the library.  Or the non-fiction section, where the facts are in the stacks.   God refers to Himself as a We.    Lots of roles, minimal fixed identity, and Fluid Psyche in a Changing Body.   All the Universe is a Stage.   Only God is good.  Reality is all the God there ever is.  It's all good?   

Do all acts merit any response?  Ignoring people or actively involved, hate or love, everything from horrific vengeance of righteous anger to kindly forgiveness, mercy, and friendly affection?   Are consequences and judgment and fairness basically irrelevant?  I think everyone should be free.   I believe in freedom.   Free your mind.    The whole world should be able to go anywhere, think say do anything.   Wait, no.   I don't believe this.  No law?   I like private property.  So you can't go some places.  It WOULD be nice if everyone shared everything, though.   DO anything?   I like mutual respect and kindness, so all the law and justice against criminality basically still stands.  The freedom to swing your fist ends at the tip of my nose.  Actually, if you give someone a heart attack, you're liable, right? 

IF

If you're a Buddha, love everyone unconditionally with kindness, compassion, cheer, and gratitude.

If you're a pos, flush yourself

If you're a garbageman, take out the trash

If you're an exterminator, squash them like bugs

If you're God, be Good

If you're the Devil, Repent!

If you wanna ride - ride the white horse! (I'm told 'the white horse' is cocaine; sorry. - it's a 1983 song by Laid Back) 

If you wanna be my lover - Spice Girls

If, then is Basic programming.   Conditions.   Heal thyself.

Damon ain't no damned demon!  Jeremiah ain't no bullfrog!  Salome ain't salami!

The astrologer from Astral Israel said to wear puce for peace.  But the warlock from Turlock told me to get a whore, for war, or go to Seattle, for battle, or fly a kite, to start a fight, or buy a Squirtle-wombat for mortal combat.  So I wore puce to Seattle.

Is it idiotic, foolish, dumb, moronic, and stupid to say Evil is good?    Or is it spiritually advanced to say It's All Good?   (Reality is all the God there ever is.  God is good).  Allah:  all of this is God.    There IS no evil?   Really??    There is no God, maybe, then.    Or somebody is wrong about something, lol.   God is love, and love believes all things.   Is love stupid?  Life is stupid, maybe.    Thus, this.    I like writing and blogging and thinking and sharing.    Philosophers love wisdom.

Only God is good, but is God only good?  

understandably unstable, believing a forgivable fable!

comedians, comics, humorists, satirists.  depression, seriosity, and dour statisticians of doom and gloom.   Teshara, sharing Rapture and Apocalypse.    Bliss and the end of civilization.   Joy and laughter, and The End of the World.   It's only life, after all - closer to fine, indigo girls.

Bart Simpson is named after brat/simpleton, and Simpson is from the tribe of Simeon, simian!

5A:  The magician's abracadabra and the trumpeter's taratantara announced the voyage of the caravansarai from Guadalajara to Aracataca.   eh? A A A!!  ey!

"sunk into yourself like a snail" -Emily Bronte