Q: Why those democrats don’t see the Truth is a mystery:

A: They’re putting the world in fronta Jesus.

 Bad news. Repent like I do every night;

ask for forgiveness on your knees.

Why? I’m a sinner like MrT.

Rise above, America.

wanna treasure hunt across the universe, too?

“This Is Your Reward On Steroids” -God

SHIP NAME: [now withe election of MrT, I can say] ‘.357-magnum-rocket’<- sideOfuselage; other side ->‘...which’ll blow, you, away, baby’. NOTE: brrr! grrr! would somebody close the door? you're lett’n deep-space!! who opened a patio-door to catch a souvenir while I’m driving?? that’s funny? agreed. juss as you cannot kill the universe, doll, you cannot kill the mag

CAPTAIN/LtCol. bb9: smthn must be done; I guess I’m the one: I gotta lotta morality. I gotta lotta moxie. I’m pretty humble. I’m sorta handsome (not here, not now, not yet): I gotta! wanna! populate the future earth withe ‘principle principals’HeeHee So whomeva wantsta, ladies, meet me at the Rong Way cafe; we’ll see bout lottsa mini us...

SHIP SHAPE: 7-hefty-stories, 4-picture-windows for each room, 3-nuke-thrusters, 1 chapel for weddings:“I want it all, babydoll”; spacious showers for each; sauna, gym/racquetball/far!out!arcade, laundry tombs, XX-box, cycling (planet/stationary), Monty-Python-movies (or YOU, girls, as the star/me as sidekick) with tons of popcorn/fav pizza in abundance every night at 7:47ish ...and a super-duper-deep-futon/xtra-large-King-Size-bed in each. Poifect for sleepovers. I love you, girls-withe-pearls; I wanna do ‘nthn-besides-everything’before your departure to a priceless, sparklin’ world free of bugs. tok2me Upstairs, babe; see if anything’s missing from our glorious eternity

CREW: now twelve! tall, thin, mature, stunning-yet-adorable, quiet-yet-moxied-women in pink, cocky berets awaiting orders (leaving a spaceport):‘why donta youse checka for stow-aways while I prepare for launch?’say I (we’re all 21-level-Aikido anyway)

PASSENGERs: 0-90, baby, in less than undoubtedly

WHEN-WE-RETURN: we’ll git our Guardian Angels to help draw raw, exquisite cartoons of our joystick-journey which makes for exorcism excellence. ‘Vade Retor, Satana! Ispe Venena Bibas!!’ -St. Benedict. Dang varmint

———>

The earthly ‘Thesaurus’is fraught with no textures of the infinite, leaving no fuel to ignite! our infinite imagination; however, just imagine the bloody insanity of a surplus-size, Pleasure-Beyond-Measure, Beyond-Beautiful-To-Behold, richerry-chocolate-coconut-Frapps which we have on board our savvy bay.bee.ship!! ...avec mon beret rouge. Too kooky! Too groovy! Lemme in, ya fruitcake.eXe (= eternityXeternity)!!

After the Rapture, fulla hot-rod-love in the gaudy vault of the Godude, we’ll have many, many years of fun, fun, fun before gettn to our easy jobs - mine is gonna be exploring the universe, too, with young, schizo, phat, barbaricly-bizarre-knockMdeadbabes. Q: How may I serve you, doll, as we travel across the stars? A: Ncite’m withe Troof!! How? Here’s one scenario, one of astronomical zzzillions.

Know how a light-saber deflects? Exactly. As a 7th-degree/nunchucks, so I too gotta‘dislike’for nefarious, brainless roadkill who hurt girls. perfectXMple: cloaking-device. Jungle. Young women held captive. Bikes. Binoculars. Brazenly mad calm. Blazin’firepowa. SSSmokin’ ruins, baby. Dont yet know wot hit’m in the nasty. Freedom. Lead’m. Cuddle withem. Calm down. You’re exceptional. If you take half, you take tyleNsome. Don’t take tyleNall. They ain’t worth it.

Though we had 888 hours to a day on this rag-tag, weeerdOworld which was literally ‘out-there’(teeny-weeny-coffee-kitties? [swashbuckling clothes: the whole shebang] walking around asking if you’d pay for their drinks which is a total decoy; they’re morphed, space pirates with exorbitant tales), daylight was still passing like the fugacious storms of our existence; I zipped my leather a lil tighter. We agreed to meet at the bar after their browsing.

I saw many far-out-stores, synonymous with humor: tourist destinations called‘Universal WingNutts’. Ha. Lil’ tykes preparing, flying/trying dem tiny, three wheelers. Fly-away, child!‘De Rigueur’(French: high society - no doubt). An incomprehensible clothing store. ‘Kitty’s FeedNfrenzy’ - a literal fire-ant-farm. She’s an ant, too, a nice ant. A shop next door to d’bar: ‘Mayfly’- which shall help girls for flight.

Also! Yippee! several multillion, exotic, untamed spaceports/earths on our souped-up-Yllions-journey b4 we turn‘round; countless, tiny asteroids,‘Moss Wisely’- hustliNbustln, never sleeps, stationary orbit above a rocky planetoid which has this stimulating-drinkin-establishment on a quaint, cobblestone street. At last! A tavern!!

N’jexx is the barkeep/Yanko Moab, proprietor, superior-UXJanus-holograms, as it hands you a Raygun (drink);‘Fido scraps’ in a doggy dish (weird pretzels? Oi! Blimey! It sprouted bloody legs!! [gulp]) No charge for 7th Heaven, baby! Couldn’t get any MOE! cool shoes for this ex-punkUation.

Exquisite the signage, seeming to draw you in: a large, insane, neon sign high in the window -‘bucking bronco/moovNgroovn’(with a rider sitting backward). Cant miss the universe just like you can’t miss this: meet me at the Rong Way bar Upstairs, girls, just like the wrong side of town am I: like Ryder in the pub, sittin, smokin, awaitin Frodo, so I gotta lotta plans, too, ya verdant googleplexplex you. Love makes the universe go ‘round.

LemmeXplane how2Ba YOUTHwitheTRUTH, a stunning adornment for the Trinity, idyllic and indelible, from this crazYoungWildchild as yooNeye go on lottsa gobbsa alternative, fantastic, hypnotic, psychotic, BOMB!astic, full-size-reality, WooHooXtraGnarlyNRG, audacious! acrobatic! apocalyptic! adventures with Tommy guns, too.

 ‘Gather round, me wee lassies’spreadin-out the starry sky map.

Yes, girls, we’ll certainly go back to d’B.O.M.M (Big Ol Majestic Mansion) on one of the milliquintrillions-ish of Homes to write as our endorphins calm down; we’ll do champagne/fondude as we toastNboast, loveNcuddle, sharing our spit after a shower. ain’t no showers in the Abyss, buddy. why? Satan is a LIAR.

 Wanna? Wannum?? Goto! Next post! Do those 4, girl gorgeous!

Anytime, Godude:

So what doUdo in the interim??

Stay prepared!! How?

Not through firearms:

1) Love God; 2) love thy neighbor;

3) do good wurx and 4) repent!!! 

Then! You, too, shall join this ex-

mortal in the realm where your

wild-child-fantasies become reality.

ACCEPT JESUS!!! all we gotta do to inherit this:

‘Dream your dreams about what YOU want to do in Heaven; dare to ask for the impossible and all the gifts YOU have ever wanted from Me. Expect Me to hear YOU and fulfill your every desire’ -Jesus (from ‘Lui et Moi’ [He and i] by Gabrielle Bossi, translated, white Dove/front cover) — > Follow us to the Wedding Feast for a raw, rowdy, rambunctious, rrrockin’ reality under a Simpson’s sky, true-as-the-Sonlight, girl, as we travel to the trillions of galaxies! after the celebration withe Xplosive-Xtended-Xss-Xtravaganza. God doesn’t think like wee mortals who only gotta hokey-pokey, limited-brain-capacity; God’s I.Q. is far beyond full-throttle, full-tilt, warp-speed-pi, baby.

Far too many think ‘religion’ has to be some old, FXional God with Alzheimers - then we croak ...?

sitting on a cloud playing a harp with a buncha scrawny dilapidates ...? Couldn’t be further fugacity.

Lemme tella youse summorr without d’New Joisey axent, kapiche?

When we accept2ascend His endorphin-filled-axiom, God’s zany-quid-pro-quo-exaggeration, never running outta paper nor pens with a ‘nothin-held-back/zephyr-like-passion’ for the length-and-breadth of SIZEmic eternity, we. are. wildNcrazy, baby. Whoa, Nelly. Easy, girl.

As a true Near Death Experiencer (millions of others have, too, BTW - Google ‘NDE experiences’), I want everything now simply because I saw the Great Beyond for a time in my coma; I wanna give everything back to Her which sHe says we can certainly do for those who achieve the Realm of the Blessed - why wouldn’t sHe want us to share the most intimate form of expression?

Absolutely no love in the Abyss o’Misery: extreme heat, extreme hate, core of earth, skin melting off/regrowth, starvation from all for all, the utter stank of decaying, defecating demons which is repulsive ...and bad hair —> Who decides which destiny? YOU, dear. YOU decide. I, too, am indecipherable as to why anyone would WANT to do the myriad of endeavors which led-up to their XX-ile. Remember? I talked about !Free!Will! which God has no control over??

For the still visually impaired: I personally want everythang for an unruly, yummy, Miss-Pavlove-eternity; nada, nil, nixx, nthn else I desire besides the Great-Garguantuan-Beyond for those thin, tall, savvy, sassy, stunning women to be in my arms2create, iambic-as-the-rhythm-of-the-sea, lottsa-gobbsa-lil-mysteries in d’B.O.M.M (<- BigOlMajesticMansion) —> After I’m done withe O!Wah!Hoo! galaxy, Miss WildElectricChild, we’ll conquer the universe in stimulating, dizzyNsanity-with-our-never-ending-nerve-endings: follow me, Mrs. Viva-Christo-RayBan, for some rrrrockin pi, incorrigible, infectious, in-vincible, setNstone, crazYoung-flame-sower, rock-solid, full-

throttle, party-hardy, solid-gold, sold-out, NoMoTikkitz, mission sensational, effusive proLIFEration, enormity-O-exaggeration-Upstairs —> Goofy, Chinese proverb I made up: ‘dull axe, real fast, chopp’n stones’n haff’ <- PROBLEM? SOLUTION: Miss-Utterly-Bodacious-Outrageous-Gorgeous-Knockout-Babe-Withe-WooHoo-megaXtra-Gnarly-VitSee-NRG4Eternity: Beeeyond-Exponential-Oemnillions-O-Years-In-Her-Psychadelic-Inexhaustible-WarpSpeed-SIZEmic-Cotton-Candy-Refills —> Think I’m loony? Ha. Try playing poker withe Trinity. Y’ain’t seen nthn yet.

Where'dYouGo??

Puh-Ray-Zah God!!!

Whew. Finally here!
Happy Independence Day!!

Completely quenched.
Completely satisfied.
Saturation is eternal now.

While I successfully climbed the stairs outta the skullNcrossbones of the clichéd coffin, yet, nuthin except the gorgeousness of peaceNquiet, a few cloudsNbluesky, thousandsOroses and a waterwheel slowly churning, dancing in the distance like the endless eternity, rejoicing another soul was here.

(I had escaped the darkNghastly furnace: repulsive demons were dragg'n their souls downtown, fight'nNscream'n, kick'nNwailing to no avail, their terrific lust for the world pull'n their immortal souls in uncertainty and terror. Deal with it. I'm finished withe alt.freeky.passion)

Extra-terrestrial instructions??
The Voice told my weeecranium to turn-off
all nonessential subsystems;
stop using my main antenna,
my treacherous dead-head,
focus on love for eternity
with my heart muscle;
and to switch to God
by three-auxiliary-transmitters.

If God Almighty gives a few a pretty difficult though finite existence, which sHe did unto eye, God'll give a few all the more reward for rowdy, priceless eternity.

Coming offa the sophomoric HIGH of our 'memoirs of social manners' (Shelley), I felt relieved and finally overjoyed; excluded a sigh did I: I'm through to the other side. My own, personal mouth hung open; I was way, way beyond stunned like a stun-gun: I leaped, I frolicked like a fatal reality, almost like a High Efficiency Agitator in your washer.

Immediately, Of course! Why wouldn't you be? in Her hardcore, To-Be-Continued loveliness; Her Voice went through my poor, poor head like a phazer-on-stun which was far-out: soft, smooth, succulent, never before seen on earth, as She wound-around my brain like a pretty, pink python.

Enjoy thy stay at my Milky Way. BTW... if there's anything you need, don't you dare hesitate to think of it. Should I take-off My x-ray-spex?

I hemmedNhawwed, harvest'n my thots, as I kicked-the-can further down the eternal road; finally, I bespoke the Words, "I love you, toots," as, reaching up, I grasped at Her stupendously, explosively delicious altruism. "Lemme suprise you," kissing Her on the cheek - truly, I saw nuthin happier than Her glowing face and to feel the rapture of what we had become amongst the stars.

Then, alas, the female-surround-sound was gone; the array of catastrophic, elusive, illuminate-to-illustrate-Her-sticky-paper-features, was gone. Grrrr. Life's a bloody metaphor rolled into one, political epithet with intercourse: only fools use fossil fuels to fly.

Nevertheless, what an incredible, edible sight to behold; I felt very teeeny amidst the grandeur of Holland's verdant romance: I was very much irrelevant, kinda like an elephant, among the vineyard of elation, my explosion of being - even the misty air had a faint, arousing quality. Gotta move on; gotta find-out where in Heaven this aroma's coming from. Follow me into uncharted territory.

What you'll find, guysNgals, in-God's-merry-universe, is a simple, flat-rate we git for being alive: once we git Upstairs, however, we ain't flat anymore; we're expanded into being everywhere, everything at once... and at peace to cherish what Almighty God has done for the human race.

The Great Beyond, however, seemed not neeeeerly as fast-paced as my hometown which needed to wake-up from their slumber behind the wheel; but, yet, 'That Was Then, This Is Now', which I read in book-form in 6th grade, the genesis of my long, lost punkUation, a cult-classic prescribed by S.E. Hinton.

The vault-of-Heaven is like a never-ending, nonillion-dollar-bank-account-in-pictures and totally substantial portions of banana-cream-pie and baklava - almost like the fairer sex: the oxygen smelled faintly like a garden of zealous tulips, which was Her unknown diary only to be read by me, soon to be as one in our love, in our intoxicating vision of joy; taking full advantage of the court, therefore, due to the fragrance of diamonds, the nuance and sophistication was totally Ritchie Rich: the first, delicious bite of Seventh Heaven.

More, more, more!!!
was my breathless, panting outburst.

The sweet, Ras'berry-Girly in fronta me giggled,
All in fronta you, private, First-Class.

This is faaar beyond exciting, corroborated by the fact I had just made an anonymouse, plausible WHOLE in-the-ground ...but, yet, I am still dying like an Aztec king, displaced amidst his mass of golden treasures, overflowing with vistas of wealth beyond, vivid, robust hues that shined like emerald-leaves in the sky beckoning you.

Heaven was so very smooth like an eel making a right-hand-turn. Who could ever describe it? It'd be like trying to portray? teach? skydiving to a paramecium. How would that work in 2D? Someone? Anyone?? tok2me.

The adequate, verbal ventilation you'd need to ever conceive this pie-in-the-sky 'tout emsemble' (all together) just overwhelms and eliminates you: this odor-of-knowledge accounting for everything in fertile fields, laid-back-violets, was far too much for this poor, poor soul just being born. Have to give myself time to copeSetic.

So there I was, an infinitely old man, looking a dashing twenty-one, having crossed the oppulent threshhold of faith, hope, and most definitely love, to a brand-new, graphic realism with my death-defying, Bruce-Lee-zoot-suit.

I looked up, I looked down, I peered askance: I was standing a few yards from my killer Cannondale withe sleek, yet, heavyset-bottom-spacecraft in the distance coolingdown - guess I was in a daze from the waaay-over-my-head-wonder-of-it-all, when a very calm Voice, almost devoid and absent of any oratorical ritual, persuaded me to follow in courtship - the same Voice who had perked-up my ears was at it again.

Silly girl. She purrred at me, yet, she shattered mountains: the very air proceeded to draw me forward, like I was one of them neet-o-cool, EtchAsketch pads.

I took one, last look at my rock-solid-God-Speed, checking the saddle heigth as preparing to go into the wild-blue-yonder was I, when I saw my... DOG????? Wha... ???

My mouth hung-open for a long while, drooling, doing yummy, throaty, gurgly sounds like an old toaster having the last slice before the last gasp. We just looked at one another for about half a second.

Dog spok first, holding-up the Vulcan handjive.

Dude rolling his brown, RSVP eyes.
Don't act so suprised, man. Can't we have everything in the Great Beyond? waggin' his tail, noddin' his noggin, like his trés-appropos-lifetime was about to finally start with no interruptions: my faithfull, ol compadre, Oliver, sitting on his haunches on a rock above me.

I gasped, Ollie!!! The skateboard dawg!!! closed-jaw-with-hand Where'd YOU come from??? I thot you croaked!! I about yelled.

And, shux, waddyaknow? I will be forever, I'm afraid grimacing. With a cough, signaling me to shut-up, Ya know, dude, I looove speech as he conjugated TEN! Greek verbs, paw pointed up, eyes shut, and the phonetics? Perfect. I clapped and whistled and Oliver bowed.

That's my boy. How awesome; how I love you whispering, praising our Maker in Ollie's unreal flaunt, as I reached over to wrap my loving arms around him, almost falling off.

Not so hard, my man.
Youse gonna messa-up my coat, kapiche?
Shaking his head. Dead? Nyah. Not no more. When you came up... he snapped. That was my cue2go on stage in a motorcycle-boy-like-voice, like one of those 'fat-boy-kick-your-ass-bikers-in-leather' in a smoky pool hall on the wrong side of town.

Shish-Kabob-Dawg, them were the days of exploring farNwide, upNdown, tree limbsNsunken ravines looking away wistfully. Let's do that again, wanna?

Nodding his noggin. You bloody betcha we will, dude. Time without end. Sundown continued, though, till you arrived looking at me withose bombastically big, beautiful, brown Schnauzer eyes; that gorgeous, grey sweater; that fantastic tail; those curls and his long eyelashes. Owch. Betcha you be DA man withe lady canines.
I had to perish, just as you did, to be in this Utopia where everything lives large and falleth from thy sky. Watch. Not to be believed. Just watch, k?

He raised his head and immediately a BBBIG-ol-Mother, meaty bone fell from the Heaven onto the ground - of course! lamb thighbone!! Deeee-lish.

Oliver carried his skkrumptious, precious bone like sumbuddy's gonna steal it. Gotta berry, where berry, must berry Finally, with his finger-lick'n-good treat safely deposited somewhere safe, which craxx-me-up like John Belushi.

Can we go now? Talk'n about death is insane, bro, when there's a infinite, encyclopedia menu of bombastic bliss surrounding us

No doubt I whispered. Wonder where he got his excursive elegance from. Bombastic bliss!! 

Besides, Pops,
my four feets have d'lovely itch
with a sly M.O.

O...
Punching the data into the MPD
(Most Pragmatic Diversion
[an odometer basically]
because we wanna be nice
in Seventh-Heaven)
it sez here...
We have 73.37-trillion-miles
on this Jupiter-size-planet
long-way, looong time...

No sweat, dude My revolutionary, rascally dog jumped down, snarling, his tail revolving, as he eructated, he made a 'bull-of-Pamplona' stance.
Growling...

With you at my side for eternity, what can possibly hurt ME here? An evil-ninja-dude?? I wanna ring through my nose. Where's my ring?

Immediately, without so much as a whimper, a solid-gold-ring-like-a-pirate was stuck in his nose. I smiled. How awesome is our God. And cool, too. I scratched him behind one ear and set-out abord our mountain contraption.

Riding up this vehicular-homicide, black-diamond-hill, easy in the Great Beyond, Oliver scampered-up behind quick-as-a-mouse, I paused again. 

Whoa. Truly breath-taking. Coming to a huge mountain top, where I was literally and figuratively at the peek of perfection, I looked down to appreciate and gawk at the astonishing rapture which lay before my immortal eyes - graphic unrestraint as far as mine eyes could see.

Glory2God!!!

The never-ending-presents came at with full force: vast and fully-tangible, elegantly sublime on thy eyes, were the celestial rose bushes, tulips, crocuses lining the path to the far, far side of the mountain. Simple, yet, breathtaking... stunning... ethereal: they nod and dance wherever and whenever the Son-drenched-wind whispers in this impeccably august, land-before-time, while alla 'round us were these mammoth, majestic, high-as-the-One-above trees: HUUUGEtrunks, much longer than a NYC city block, and branches as wide as Vermont which is a thin state; a window of opportunity so ancient and lofty, they were only large enough to fulfill our Maker.

And everywhere there was a restraining of absolutely nuthin, while obviously the glorious, overflowing grace were the tops which could've quite easily reached to the stars: spreading-out so gluttonous and loving, precisely why I failed to go to Harvard and to see anything decayed on the ground. Ah, the blessing of bliss is forever.

I rode on and on, so much to do, so much to see, so much to live for. Sometimes the hills were 88 degrees, up or down, others were as soft as whip-cream from your Lover, but mainly they were straight and narrow single trak; my jolly dog dashing around, pop'n-up like a handsome, lil' poptart hereNthere in the underbrush, sniffing, snork'ling, digging furiously, smelling a rat, his nostrils were literally, figuratively on fire. Touché.
 How very pronounced we have made it this far, like a yielding vestige which only fills-up when the tide rolls in, yet, washes-away like the fleeting sandcastle of our existence.

Tremendously, I hurtled onward, ever more shocking and overwhelming was the Beauty Treatment of the Divine. At last, as if to take my breath-away once again, I saw to the horizon a quilt-like-texture of sumptuious, ebullient, ELEVEN - BILLION - TREES!!! [gulp] I counted'm.

I could see forever and a day, as they rolled on and on, as they marched like titanic, solemn, silent voices in this volume-like-wilderness!!!

INTENSE!!! There were also birds in pretty fruitful multitudes, too, each one of 'em doing a cute, little dance as Jaybirds are so fond of, You made it! You made it!! You played the Game and won!! in their rather loud voices high in the treetops, serenading us as we moved slowly like a Homecoming parade.

Thinking to myself
of course!
Leading a finite lifetime
of uncivil humility
and wreckT-dude, who wouldn't?
Silly Jaybirds

Just my dog and moi, my literal larger-than-life-puppy who was running just as fast as he could, running like a slippery fish in his wonderful, un-believable joy, ducking and feinting like this day was his last!! Go, dog, go!! Ain't nobody to put a leash on you, boy, in this insane, unpolished, elaborate infinity!!!I believe I saw him fly just a while ago. Istopped my bike to capture his speed-racer, grandiose joy.

Riding on for a lifetime, I stopped to let my own motor cool and to breathe the Heavenly Upstairs, pausing to let the obvious, carnivorous grace of Her Wilder-Kingdom take me away to a higher realm in a language so transparent: the utter vacancy of this outcry commanded this immortal to halt what he was doing and lookit this prestigious demonstation; parking my trail vehicle near this world-wide-rock, as I was floundering uncontrollably inside my poor, poor cranium, the nearest Cottonwood phenomenon seemed to beckon and, in a Voice that smiled vigorously, persuasively Pssst! Come here, please

Immediately, I obeyed Her. All of a sudden, when I was within whispering distance, the branches swiftly, succulently curved around me in a mountainous-like-cavern, drawing me inward, drawing me like a chalkboard, like a warm embrace from your gorgeous woman when you've been far, far away for a long, long time. I wrapped my arms and legs as far as they wo/od go and, while She thanked me for letting Her grow to full maturity, I sat endlessly spellbound as I lissened to the Wisdom of the Trinity.

For what seemed like hundreds of millions of years and, as the Sun descended into an indelible language, I sed, in my basic grammar I will always love you, Miss Wisdom. Let's procreate

Brrravvo!! The bloody universe was beside Herself; our beings flowed to a standstill. We went still further inside. The tide surrounded and enveloped us in our critical-mass, paralyzing us, obliterized us. Omniverous, renegade, cumultive ephoria. The cosmic-force-reached the paramount... we were driving too fast to reach the Vanity Fair: my love for Her is so much proLIFEration in the Heavens: the audacious metaphors plus! the rare-metal-moxie of the passionate puzzle withe CrazyLady were just Heavenly .

 I could actually live my eternity inside Her colossal, garden-orchard-exposed. How I love you, Miss Wisdom, reflecting every phrase of warmth, every shade of passion. Like a WotoWoota, an unmatched combination flavour of nutritionNsubmission, She most generously blends over 101-nonillion-antioxidants to support our wealth/health.
🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️
After many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many,
many, many, many, many
millions of years, I found
myself sitting-up outside
in the shade with Her snuggling...

Doesn't matter if the years went by in a leisurely, letter-to-the-editor. We love each other and that's all that matters caressing, remembering - She sent enlarged, fireproof memories directly into my point-blank-cranium. Does it matter if I am a gorgeous sweetheart with a ponytail? Who cares?? Everything you desire is ours Upstairs

I held Her at arms length, outta breath. How I love you. You're the best in the west. From head-to-toe, body-and-soul, you're wonderfull-to-behold, more-than-you-know. My great duty, honor, and joy it is to serve you nowNforever, WonderWoman, if only we'd be able to see past the whorizontal Lair

God only gives the moxie, too, to those who see the need for humility. Hey She sed, punching me in the arm. Wanna do something devastatingly delinquent? getting up and walking across the white sand; She took my hand as we scrambled-like-eggs up the hill toward the castle which was 'every inch a King' (Shakespeare).

We got some already-sliced-watermelon-from-the-trees. Grunting I'm all for discombobulating my explicit convictions, sweetheart

She laughed. An eye-filling-laugh, a long-on-looks laugh. My heart almost stopped... and I stopped. Heaven's not simply like lemon-meringue-pie with cherries, but close enough in this parable. You always want more. Her, too. A lot more. She can change Her everything, too, to suit you once a day for eternity (same with females) if ya gotta seed of faith - nuthins impossible for God; everything's in Heaven, folks; nuthin's on earth besides death and taxes.

Once again, She laughed. This time, Her girl's chuckle was filled withe surplus gravity of the extraordinary; a sensational, stimulating exultation bordering on the insane. Owch.

She kissed my nose and I pulled Her in like a sweet, undaunted catfish. You may have differing opinions on how gorgeous they are, America, but I pulled in MissMajorSuccess.

We spoke about the poignant promise, the 'Magna Carta' of our very flippant, wearysome experience; now, the words which She so dilligentlemanly, cultivatingly reaped!! We agreed: YES! THEY WERE SIMPLY THE BEST!! ... through a lotta stimulation, emulating mortifications which only helped to grow in spirituality. Very rich, too, as our Father's gumdrops that melted in my mouth, as was our sweep'n, spitt'n saga:

Her hands were in my finite existence, like a baker witheir dough, like a comedy of costumes on New Year's Day when we first arrive in the Great Beyond, She surrounds and editorializes each one of us, like the 'dressage a la humanity'; as wealthy as an inexhaustible, regal paté, Her cotton-candy had absolutely no equal anywhere in the many universes, I can readily assure thee, my worthy liege.

HEER YE! O HEER YE!!
Life's a great many stages of a play, the dressage; we are on offenseNdefense. If we abuse our priviledge of this lifelong demise, you will abuse you when you croak whether in Purgatory or Hell - Jesus is only the mediator. He has absolutely nuthin to do with your evil. I suggest you do-away with your 'god-like-TV', which nearly everyone falls for on a nightly basis, and put our Saviour in first, like a mountain bike, as you climb the steep path toward Heaven.

How high is this?? opening a window.
Pretty killer, baby

She kissed me on the cheek, whispering,
Over five-hundred-feet straight down -
believe me
I'd ketch you
before you 'splattered

Then, let's play WeeHarmony:
We gotta grow-up sometime,
somehow and face-the-musak...
as I opened the portal 
a lil wider to my demise.
However, the Jefferson's came to mind -
weeeeezy. I shut the window.

 Wise choice, dear. She turned on me with a 'dare2ensnare' look. Ya wanna nekNnek? and roughly French-kissed me without my reply.

Her sighs and moans, passion and warmth
were far beyond vivid: Heaven's definitely worth living for... and worth dying for.

We were lovers for eternity:
hours later, after delicious baklava,
a whooole-lot-better-than-Starbucks
and fogged-up-windows...

Howsabout I take ya and show ya where in My world the Roller Coaster is? I getta sit in front!!! She screamed, Her arms flailing.

That's mgirl: grandiloquent, excitable, sagacious, utterly gorgeous; Her splendid untaughtness totally captivates this wee mortal; the time-honored-novelty carries me away again and again. How I love Her. Taking my hand, She led me to an elevator behind a curtain.

Lemme show you the tumultuous, hotspots of Seventh Heaven, too whispering. Like 70s disco? smiled did She, full-body, poignant-poetry.

IWe parked our carpet on this high, high plateau near a mountain some distance away from the castle; She showed me one-hundred-miles of single trak and more when that came to an end, winding through the effervescence, barbaric splendour which is Heaven.

Lemme git this straight for our readers
out there. I can have all this
for eternity just because I desired this?

Rollin' Her two, indelible eyes at me.
Of course! sed the Source.
Think Jesus fabricated when My Son spoke to Saint Gertrude? Don't think so.

Far-out.
I'm love make'n withe Infinite
whom I been searching for.
Better act your age I'd better -

You better, Mr. Odorless snugglin' a little closer.
A true jackpot waiting in the Great Beyond worth much more than your life Her head on my chest. Wanna see the Coaster? Didn't take long to build, about  2.2ish seconds, yet it'll provide us with endless opportunities for the thrill-of-our-eternity

Awesome. Do it! Fly that carpet, babe!!

We 'took-off' again like those dudes in Canada: She zoomin' around, hitting the speed-of-sound, me sitting in back, gett'n no flak, my hands on Her stomach, loving this wild woman withe wild hair. Believable, folks, without the UN.

Finally, we landed on this high plateau so we could see the gravely-vehement-toy-below.

She's waiting for you. Hear her potency?

I just stared - gawked wood be a better synonym. Thousands of square miles of pure exhileration in monochrome and leather in this legendary, land-beyond-the-stars where thar ain't no law of gravity, toots; like an entity who knew me, like a story which knew no grammar, I could very faintly hear her growling, revving, vibrating like a smoking gun: a dazzling, unending symphony of power waiting, wanting to take us on a ride with her realistic, Shanghai-voyage to the stars. 

Good. Night. Irene.

Many were the terrifying, uncivilized strata that would leave a mortal toll: you'd wanna do it again; the very alluring, narcotic, 'alter ego' alternates taking you into the 7th dimension or much higher: the alien zenith I had come to love about Her on earth was a screaming, unanimously-killer-descent leaving you constantly unconscious without supernatural faith [gulp] Totally hot; totally-vehicular-homicide, baby. Gotta ride her, as I applauded access to everything. Jesus, I love this place: Elvis on guhroovy velvet.

Then! We were off! Off the carpet, into thin air, rising steadily upward, untwisting the ultimate cork; we landed in our plush seats, goggles in hand.

She thundered,

HAJIME!!!!!!

(<- karate term meaning 'begin')

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It is impossible that anyone should not receive all that he has believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when men hope great things from Me and I will always grant them more than they expect.
-Jesus to Saint Gertrude

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