sigh lenten lentils
taxes in Texas, coyly erotic Iroquois, Nero shot an arrow, Shawn the Shawnee, Cher is part Cherokee? Cindy, you sinful D! (smelly Kelli, messy Jesse, and windy Cindy!) dirty Kurt. my instinct is to stink inside. Outstinct? toilet, toy let / lit, holy throne seat (seat with a hole in it, anyway), throne up
GOD, Glad Overjoyed, Delighted;
Grumpy Ornery (Dour, Dismal, Dust)
Don't say you're God; Don't say you're not God (golden silencer)
Don't worry. Is God a psycho killer? Qu'est-ce que c'est?
A unicorn with an erection
God is full of Himself (emptiness?)
dog-walking and God-walking!
feel free to flee, flea
hear here, see the sea, smell smelt, touch and attach, taste toast
I love the Louvre, but hate the heat
silent reflective introspection and sitting meditation: enjoy the silence - Depeche Mode; the sound of silence - Simon and Garfunkel; 4m 33s -John Cage
sigh, lint - I need a lint roller thing
calm, still, quiet, peaceful, undisturbed; just Be
antichrist? I'm not for or against him. I believe he's dead. So he doesn't care what I think. I don't know Christ. I know Christians. I'm not anti-Christian, either. I just think they're weird and wrong. But I grew up, Catholic. It's still fun to go to Mass, once in awhile, like comfort food, or to have a good think. I don't call non-Christians antichrists. But sometimes people think if you're not with us, you're against us.
If you want to be biblical, you have to be good to merit heavenly reward. But only God is good. So you become God (the concept, role, identity, or even status). God is love. And Love "believes all things." Yikes! Is that even possible? Like a quantum computer, believing different things, simultaneously, until they resolve - with time. Anyway, love life. Love all of it. Even the delusions and delusional.
talking snakes, lions, goats, and lambs. Lots of weirdness, symbolism, stuff to chew on, think about. A little bird told me the crow will caw 3x. I heard it through the grapevine.
Adam's atomism and Eve in the evening. mourning in the morning. knights at night. No one works nine to noon? Nuns? Nein!
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