meet me in Heaven, wildflower . . .

Q: How dost I loveth thee,

spacegirly-who-loveth-I?

A: DO NOT take the Mark of the Beast!

DO NOT be afraid of Holy Martyrdom -

over in a split second (guillotine)!!

Jesus! will wiskUaway to utter Paradise

before yore head-hits-the-basket, doll,

and, voila! reattach everything!!

PLUS! give us, get this, a 370 IQ

(like a Dolby-surround-sound),

all the desires we’ve accumulated

in this finite existence

which’ll be INFINITE and

nthn but 3.141... yeeers of pleasure

aboard my most-groovy-spacecruiser

which y’donta gotta FU donta wanna

(skuze d’Noo Joisey axent, kapiche?)

SO while you’re PONDERn

to see if I’m sane, babe

(‘all prophets are a lil odd

for the Greater Glory of God’

-LtCol bb9)

lemme XXplane what you 

might wanna think about

to stop yore WANDERn -

meet’n I in the starry sky.

tok2me Upstairs, ya most

beautiful, wonderful,

adorable, precocious,

magnificent, stunning,

victorious, indelible 1.