Would be Good if He Could
The virtuous church won't phone Joan. Joan's moans are sexier than Lexi's. The girls are cute and beautiful in Utah (said the lovely governor). Gorgeous George is from Georgia, though. There is Californication and Texas is where the sex is at. Id on the floor in Florida, and merrymaking in Maryland. The virgins are in Virginia. Anna gets around. There's Indian Anna, Luis y Ana, and mounting Anna. You can have Mitch again. They're bad in Nevada. Sinful in Wisconsin. Guns in Oregon. Carol's in Carolina. You can ask in Nebraska or Alaska. The answer is sí in Tennessee. There's Misery in Missouri and debt in Iowa, but laughter in Ha-waii. There's oaks (OK) and roads (RI) and pencils (PA) and coats (ND). Swordplay in Connecticut. The small are in Mini-soda but the largest is in Allah-bama. I'm in the mood to eat food in the nude! Is that rude? What is the price of a can of pasta, Rastaman? Canadian comedians. In the Eternal Heaven, eh? Lower or Upper? G-D: Growing Demand.
Work hard, give it your all, with reflection and meditation time for perspective and preparation, then- intensity, persistence, dedication, discipline, focus, clarity. Do all things in... love, joy, kindness, gratitude, appreciation, compassion, grace, mercy, truth, integrity, service, cheer, patience, respect. Fun, laughter, levity. Itty bitty pretty witty kitty. Bitten kitten, it is written. Hot dawgs.
sleepy thoughts: zzz. sleepy, tired, late, pooped, exhausted, turning in, bedtime, goodnite, see you in the morning, in the a.m., tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. One day at a time. Seize the day. Carpe diem. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise, said Poor Richard/ Ben Franklin. Is 8 hours the average? the average requirement? (7-9 is recommended, but the need varies). Exhaustion and exhaust pipe and exhaust chin. eggs-ossed. Floston Paradise and exhausted mice. Tired like the vehicle tires. Sleepy was a dwarf, one of seven, like seven of nine. Who needs an interlocutor when you have your own brain, a blog, and the internet. But buddies don't hurt. Communicate with Kate, converse with Connie, Talk with Spock, and say later, hater, to Data. Conversation with a Haitan. Converse with Fred Durst. Talk awkwardly, just say something, for God's sake. Silence makes me violent. Meditate in silent stillness, miss. Ponder the pond, and the motion of the ocean, and the ripples made by cripples. It seems your dream stream is beamed. Your brain is mined. Your head is fed with things said and thoughts in bed. A dream is a thought? That's a thought. Life is but a dream, and a dreamy butt, and butter, it seems.
health e wealth e and y's. hell, well. TH, cross forever. H as 8, infinity symbol (∞) (option 5). GOD as 7,6,4 = 17 = 8. (Q is 17, the origin of the Star Trek thing). Always and Forever. No one lives forever. All is impermanent. Love is forever? Allah is permanent? Seems semantic.
Everything turns to shit? Well, not everything! We turn to dust. Universe winks out. Shit doesn't turn to shit, lol! Sometimes, undigested food remnants get treated into fertilizer or for energy. Our solar system, in the far future, will break down and disperse. The sun will turn into a red giant in 5 billion years, and then a red dwarf, that will cool and fade over billions of years more. Poof!
Grace is the free and unmerited favor of God (in Christianity). Grace is courteous goodwill. To ace anger, therefore, the linguistic deconstruction seems to be telling us, is to not be quick to anger, to let the anger flow off you like water off a duck's back, to have equanimity, to forgive, and let it go. Favor Of God, foggy weather. Making someone happy, rapturing them to Heaven. Damnation, on the other hand, is making someone feel bad, with guilt and hate and misery, to Hell (Prison? Death?). Someone stabbed you in the back? Maybe you were mean to them, and they attacked back.
The fairy fly, the smallest insect, is 0.139mm long (like less than a hair's width). The Universe is Infinite. We, therefore, are smaller than fairy flies. Relative to the Universe, we don't even exist. We are tinier than tiny, infinitesimal, teensy weensy itty bitty little nothings. But we are absolutely massive to Ourselves. And one person can ripple outward to the entire globe. For whatever that means. To infinity and beyond, lol.
Hurt people hurt people. More pain, more guilt. We're all tired of people getting abused, the hate, the resentment, the misery, the sadness. Grow up. Get nice. There should be no slavery and trafficking. The meat industry should be far more humane, or less necessary. Snakes and reptiles and dragons are cool animals, and deserve as much love as lions and giraffes, in my book. Satan may be a Reptilian? But carnivores in nature is the way of things, the way we were made. Don't be a dick. Respect.
you think they think they're right, but they're wrong (you think) ... stolen holy life blood?.... you're rock hard special. go cook a cake. Don't call Kiki a kike or a kook - just buy her a Coke. Sleep-leaping, and nap-lapping and rest-questing and dream-meming. Awake like a snake named Jake, quaking, about to be baked in a lake of fake sake, for a cocky hockey player. A jockey named Jackie with walkie-talkies, playing a game of wacky hacky-sack, before her horse comes back, of course.
Hard Rock Cafe and rock hard muscles / erection, and Peter the rock, and vampire lore of statues that come alive, and of course rigor mortis. Hardened criminals and hard rock music and hardcore sex and hardscrabble life and hard Concrete Cement Asphalt Pavement. Hard bread and hard jawbreakers and hard tack and hard to chew. Hard to watch. Hard to guard. Hard to beat. Hard to top. Hardware and hardcastle and mccormick and hardy boys and Laurel and Hardy and Hardaway and a hard mattress and hard to get to sleep. Hard to say difficult. Hard to act hard. Hard to eat a soft serve.
JLT and judgment of your life's testimony. Buick, be you? ick! Hoagie Carmichael and Chuy and Candy and Sandy the sandwich and Mel the melon and fruits/vegetables. Your parents bread (bred). Jerry Rice and Anne Rice and don't be a pesto. I listen to the Sundaes. The Food Fighters. Gwynyth Paltrow's daughter Apple. Darryl Strawberry. Carrot Top. Orange Julius. Clean Dean, Sterile Errol, Dirty Kurt, Messy Jessy, and a yodeler named Adele. Silent Bob and Loud and rowdy crowds. Don't be a Stranger! (For alll to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to be hoped was that there should be a huge crowd of spectators, and that they should greet me with howls of execration) - Camus (pronounced calm moo). Playing dirty and eating human flesh publicly?? Queasy cuisine, sweetheart. Some sinners feel no shame, want to shout from the rooftops, and believe in genuine authenticity of behavior/ diet/ cravings/ curiosity/ owning what others suppress or reject. yuke a wrist tick. sim ball ick. icky! ichthylogist with a goatee doesn't like to eat fish. Ghoti and Phish and spells to herd fish! I heard that! Let there be blood! Let it happen. Let go and let God. If ever you should run into God in your journey, He will be cut. It's not nice to slice, but people want pain on His pacifist ass. Who is God? I AM whoever you say I am. -Eminem, the rap god. But who hates love?
God is universally loved (almost), or praised, worshipped, glorified, and prayed to. Given lip service. But anyone claiming to be God could end up universally reviled, or disrespected, mocked (who the hell do you think you are?), or even crucified. Drugged, medicated, not taken seriously, labelled mentally ill, and called schizophrenic with a Delusion of Grandeur, and -of course- misunderstood. To be great is to be misunderstood (- Ralph Waldo Emerson). So don't judge me til you've read me! I have a lot (too much?) to say. My dad never shut up, and now I'm the one shitting all over the internet. I kid. It's not garbage, in my opinion. I mean, I like reading myself, and that could be enough, really, right? Please leave comments. I don't need validation, but I'd like to think I'm making a difference.
The MAD make a difference. George Bernard Shaw said, "The reasonable man adapts himself to the world. The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man." Never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy. Status quo and rocking the boat. Bob Marley sang, please don't you rock my boat. He also sang Almighty God is a living man. BM was the shit. Seal and Bob are black men. Don't judge me by the color of my skin ("white"), but the content of my character. -MLK jr. Milk is white. Harvey (Milk) was assassinated by Dan (White). King was assassinated by Ray. And so it goes. James Earl Jones and James Earl Ray and Jim Jones. The King family believes Ray to be a scapegoat. How odd. Mad world. My point? Get crazy, crazy is sane - it's all sane?? Moderation in all things, including moderation. My XR phone got stolen. Doesn't mean we can't be Xtreme and Radical. To a point. Let's not go overboard! Enjoy life, by any means necessary. Be selfish. Life is not to be moped through, or patiently suffered, or endured in quiet desperation. Life is to be LOVED!!! (unpredictable, unusual, interesting?)
The nitty gritty of surviving for Eternity and Infinity? Beats me. What an expression. I don't know. What is the longest conceivable human lifespan? Like human consciousness in a computer for a zillion years, floating in space? Like a nuclear-powered computer that sustains an entire world of data for a virtual being to play on, for the rest of time? I guess it's conceivable. Something to chew on. Would there be food and shit? Nuts. Identical? Better? Embodied, with sex, thrills, food, breeze, the whole deal? Better halves.... Beside yourself.... W is for Weird. Clone should be spelled with a Double-you. Babies!?
You can resent God, hate God, have anger spite malice toward God, even want revenge on God: You could say, Holy Father God, you can burn in your own Hell, you pos. Many do. You don't have to love All of Reality. Maybe you shouldn't. Matt Groening named a comic strip, Life is Hell, and some people are Depressives, and many are in long-term, persistent misery, from all kinds of situations and afflictions. The best kind of religion(s) alleviate suffering, and facilitate a thriving life of joy. That's MY God, anyway.
Wordplay: Beethoven while eating beets on a hovercraft? Oxen, foxes, and hawks. A box of ham hocks. Rabid rabbits. There's a mole on my face! Should I call a doctor or animal control? The geese have a delusion of gander. Awful flocks of flamingos, full of feelings in the Fall. The missus reads missing missives about missiles, mister. The mister I met in the mist is missing and missed. The Claire I met in the clear is full of clarity and chlorine. My pal Paul from the pool is taking pills in Nepal. My mammaries have memories. Worshipping mammon in Yemen, and eating salmon with the ammonites. The power of Bauer to sourly take a dour shower in the tower. Co-opting the co-op. Pompous on the pampas. Akkadians in Arcadia. Hectares of Heaven-essence. Canoes and can-olds. Canoli and Stromboli. Strudel for my poodle. Holy moly, he's eating a stromboli on zamboni. The Sufi went to Dizzy-land. Ten men do Zen. I served the dogs fennel in the kennel. The automobile road through the Carpathians. The anthropologist apologized for anthrax, and throwing ants. She was only erratically erotic. The humorous post was posted posthumously. A pyramid among peers. I cuss your customs! I curse, cuss, and kiss. Cassie's case of couscous. Run the play, run the plates. Phallic guitar and astro-pops. Flatulent motorcycle and rumble fish. Birds in my beard, and mice in my mustache. Bubba the baby likes bubbles. I believe in birdbaths. A big beautiful woman at Berkeley Bowl West. Jaime and Jamie. Sore about a rose. I wed a weed in the dew. Ribbit said the rabbit. I was only ACTing! The real role? Railing against Riley's royal reels about rules!! Movies about moves and maybe babies. Cinema about sin. Video about a kid named Dío. Palaver about an obscenely mean queen on the silver screen. Ruthless Ruth on a cruel crew hurting Burt and Kurt, and putting the insane in pain. They say no pain, no gain, but I don't think God is in hell. The price of pleasure is not pain, nor of wealth, suffering. There are some crazy ideas out there. Gettin' the hang of anger. What's UP? Unicorns and Princesses! PUP: Peace, Understanding, and Prosperity. The brutality in reality, the savagery of biting into cabbage. The mean results of eating too much beans. If pancakes made you fart, maybe we'd call it a flatulent spatula. The hatred of fish who ate the bait. The ire of the buyer who thought he bought a lot of hot yachts. The spite of the guy who lost the fight. The anger of the guy with the fangs. The rage in a cage. The wrath on the path to the bloodbath. The fury of the jury. The malice of the palace. The revenge of the oranges. The orange that bites back, the fruit vampire (imaperv), gay apricot: gaypricot, the wicked kick to the dick that makes you sick. The kite that takes flight at the right height. Evil Knievel and Wicked Rick and Sinful Jinn and Depraved Dave and Vicious Trish and Satanic Anne (and Nick), and the Turpitude of perps who burp, slurp, and usurp the throne of Moaning Myrtle the fertile turtle. Colonel Bone is on the phone, and I don't think you'll like his tone, Sloan. Ah shit, the same supposedly witty bit about how I should just quit tits, and sit and knit? I've been bit by a nitwit who's throwing a fit, spitting shit about zits. The worst thirst to burst? So just pop em, pop! Squeeze, please. Apples, opulent opals, and papal people. Proust's priest and Prevost's provost.
A Dry, Quiet War. A Pie Diet More. A Bi Hyatt Whore.
I am 53 years young, earth time. Wait, what other kinds of time are there? Coordinated Universal Time is the scientific time for the entire planet. If you're in a different field of gravity (like, say, near a black hole) OR in motion, your time frame is different than somewhere else. Gravitational time-dilation and time dilation due to relative motion - both could impact "eternal." Science seems to be saying There is no objective flow of time, and no Universal Now. Time is weird. It's not the same time on the roof as it is on your floor (by some infinitesimal quantity). A day on Mercury is 176 (earth) days, Venus (243 days), Mars (24h, 37m), Jupiter (9h, 56m) hours, Saturn (10h, 33m), Uranus (17h, 14m), and Neptune (16h, 6m).
No one lives forever. Everyone dies. We've got around 100 years. That's it. No one outlives their death, even by an hour. Once you're dead, it's over. You'll be dead forever. Bad news? Sorry. Happens to everyone. At least none of us are alone. It's the universal fate.
No afterlife. No heaven, no hell. Just children, representing. (some of) Your DNA persisting.
Everything goes to hell. Dies, decays, deteriorates, worsens, ages, rots.
Thinking about Heaven provides a template for how you should live your life; what goals you want to shoot for, an imagined reward for a virtuous life, and a pleasant dream-world that molds our real one.
NO bullying, slavery, rapes, beatings, torture, trafficking, violence, murder, kidnapping, cruelty, unkindness, disrespect. In other words, be good, no crime. What does a good, virtuous, heavenly world look like? What is my version of Utopia? Appreciation, gratitude, respect, kindness, compassion, mercy, love. The greatest of these is Love. What's love got to do with it?
Safety, Prosperity, Comfort, Nature, Laughter, Good conversation, Music, Internet, Good Food, a Healthy and Vibrant body and Exercise, Enough Sleep, Libraries, and Hobbies. Relationships, Friendship, Love. Motivation, a Goal, Service, Feeling useful and helpful and valuable. That's really about it!!
Paradise, Heaven, Utopia, Nirvana, Bliss
God is One. Kelli (Kells, Keli) thinks I'm (also, sometimes) DAE, Darren Devore, Justin Furstenfeld, and Ace Young. I don't really know wtf is up. I think of myself as having different aspects, not being freaking possessed, or (as she says) "stepped into." Just treat me as Jesse Lawrence Teshara, alright? Don't talk through me, to some imagined entity, like I'm some different person. I don't really know who these people are.
I get it. There's madness, and roles, and shifting identities. There's acting, and being demon-possessed, and self-control. There are changing facial expressions, and voice-intonations, and variation. Everybody evokes, reminds people of other people. There are multiple personalities, and integrating your "shadow." There are vessel-bodies and Seers who are sometimes God-beings with righteous anger. It's a mad world. There's a lot to be mad at. OAT, objects and things (Obs & Thgs).
Compassion for demons is called for, in my view.
All in all is all we are - Nirvana. Now Everybody's Me - Dead Milkmen. Every single one of us, the devil Inside - INXS. God has the Devil in Him, The Devil has God in Him. People are people, so why should it be, you and I should get along so awfully? - Depeche Mode. Can't we all just get along? - Rodney King. Maybe we all SHOULD talk through each other, to everybody else, all the time! In loving you, I love all. - The Art of Loving (Erich Fromm). It's a wide, weird, wonderful world of wild, wacky, wondrous (wo)men! I'm a they. We're all plural. We're both our mothers and fathers, so we're both male and female, in a sense, too. It doesn't make much sense to shoot at myself! I am you as you are me as we are all together, now ( - I am the walrus, Beatles).
Noise, sound, sonic, auditory: Good Noise, Bad Noise, Neutral Noise/ Just Noise, vs. Silence or Music... odd-itory noyz for a sound mind!
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