The utter gorgeousness of Heaven without visible boundaries is to proclaim the produce when I'm actually expelled from earth. "What?? Who shall bequeath the Upstairs anecdote??" sed I to the sweet Voice in '85 as I pondered the delicious, mathematical delinquency, the coerced gravity of Her booby-traps with my highest ornament of vindication: who can describe the fundamental reality of infinity? Who can visualize the variety of an endless disintegration of information with other zany, wacky, kooky-loony-reelisms to katch and eet?? An incredible ability to rationalize the 'death-discard' as inevitable, explicit, exquisite, world-shakin, history-makin, non-extinguishable, zestifying-brain-matter, farNaway-beyond-astronomically-extravagant, breathtakingly-superb-engrossment in the safe-deposit-box, an ‘ex mero motu’ (Latin: will of oneself) in our luxuriant, wild-wholesale-wiles?? Yet, alas! poor, poor Yorick!! on this dying earth, in this darkened, temporal satire where only the tongueNcheek prevails? I saw two flies justa lovin4sho at the grocery sto July 4th; immediately reminded me of satanists --- You can sustain-the-radicals and infiltrate-the-instigators; however, be warned: God ain't fooled, atheists; God has set-up a time for US to grow-up and evolve into people who know there's only 2 realms after death, Leroy Brown, and 1 of em ain't too cool. So, you can moanNgroan about how you're a staunch atheist - nothing on earth can bother you - and piss-off God till you're blue-in-the-face, yet, that doesn't change the fact Jesus is keeping time: when YOUR time shall stop-the-clock, kids? And you refuse to accept and adapt accordingly? Bad news, dude. God loves you, thus, the WARNING is wussup. Time's an eternal line, yet, earthly time's finite. What happens when your soul is eternal but your bod's not? You're screwed like AC/DCs album cover, Mr. Stella --- Tell me something, kids. What part of the word INDELIBLE don’t you comprehend? Is it too long? Too rectangular, too bold? Too much rectitude? Too profane for thy ears? Do you have, like, a clichéd omnipresence that's wishy-washy because our existence is absolutely zilch. nada. squat compared withe timelessness of eternity so you think an alternate reality exists other than Seventh-Heaven vs. the Abyss of the Damned? Does having a father who's an ex-Menninger-shrink/neurologist who's given me lotssa moxie in the cranium to analyze the situation and come-out with a superb-DHTML-solution? --- Yes, our mortal bodies decay in the grave providing yummy nutrition to countless bacteria, yet, our INDELIBLE soul [General Judgment] when we croak lives on eternally… our literal body doesn’t rise from the decomposition just yet. What don’t you understand about how God wants U.S. to be extremely fulfilled when we go to the Great Beyond and how satan is an Ace-Airhead-Liar? Ya jivin, skinney? Or ya wanna go down anyway and MissOut the stalwart, sterling, show-stopp'n-vertical at my BIG-ol, kick-ass, 011011011-flavours, ultra-party-hardy, smmmoke'n-hot-deal-and-Ben&Jerry's-yummy-goodness-and-you-need-not-worry4eternity-about-fat-cuzz-it's-Seventh-Heaven-and-God'll-snap-His-fingers-and-presto-you're-thin-all-over-again Upstairs in the Great Beyond? Dunno 'bout you, pal, but I'm going. This weee, finite existence is but a test! to see if we gotta the bawls, brudda, in the cranium to riseabove. All youse gotta wanna say is these four, unbelievably, simple Words, "Jesus, I accept You" (the Holy Spirit will do da west: lay down thy pride cuzz yer gonna croak whether we like it or not, pal) ...and meet me in our eternal home - we gotta lotta tok about.
While there's no political parties in Seventh-Heaven, girly, there shall be puuuh-lenty-O-parties for the length and breadth of eternity and, of course, you're most invited: I'll ease-up to youse like a hand-in-glove, offer you a fuzzy-navel not found on earth, while dancing the night-away. Of course! Why not??? I want it A-L-L ..and then some... and then summore. Don't you??????? And many, many, many, many, many other girls whom I'd looove to love after we ski after I'd feed her some baklava and can'tELOPE (where'd you go?), I'd kiss her feet to tell her I'm sooo happy to be with her, to be as ONE in the Great Beyond after we fly without a spacecraft to other worlds after I mountain bike 200ish miles to her place to keep my awwwsome physique and after I plant about twenty-one beautiful, wonderful, adorable American Cottonwoods or White Pines or Pin Oaks, ALL because God loves U.S. ...but, yet, alas!! God has Rules of School (planet earth). Remember? No abortion? No homosexuality? No murdering your fellow earthlings? Remember now, Isis???
While there's no political parties in Seventh-Heaven, girly, there shall be puuuh-lenty-O-parties for the length and breadth of eternity and, of course, you're most invited: I'll ease-up to youse like a hand-in-glove, offer you a fuzzy-navel not found on earth, while dancing the night-away. Of course! Why not??? I want it A-L-L ..and then some... and then summore. Don't you??????? And many, many, many, many, many other girls whom I'd looove to love after we ski after I'd feed her some baklava and can'tELOPE (where'd you go?), I'd kiss her feet to tell her I'm sooo happy to be with her, to be as ONE in the Great Beyond after we fly without a spacecraft to other worlds after I mountain bike 200ish miles to her place to keep my awwwsome physique and after I plant about twenty-one beautiful, wonderful, adorable American Cottonwoods or White Pines or Pin Oaks, ALL because God loves U.S. ...but, yet, alas!! God has Rules of School (planet earth). Remember? No abortion? No homosexuality? No murdering your fellow earthlings? Remember now, Isis???
