Yeah. Sure. “There is no god!” and “I believe in nothing but the worship of nothing.” and on and on and “I love ice cream!”

So without getting into the adult troof… some pictures painted by a child.

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“Heaven is like a vinyl record. It starts out with the creation of the record. In this case a record released by Meatloaf titled: Bat out of hell.”

“The record is played over and over. It starts out clear and pristine and then a hooker snorts coke off the surface and there are now scratches”

“The record continues to be played. Loud and proud.”

“The record continues to suffer the sorrow of scratches, vomit spray, titty juice, and then, and then, and then… It dies.”

“Now, where did the record go? Heaven? Hell?”

The answer: The record is gone. Cast to the trash by the heir of the record. However… The heir remembers hearing the tune. Hearing the powerful sounds of an artist named, Meatloaf. Powerful and wonderful sounds. The record went to heaven.

Hell? The record was not cast to the trash nor was it ever listened to again as it was dead and broken beyond repair. It was sent to the recycle bin where it was melted and the vinyl made into condoms, condoms sent to the nearest male correctional facility where the inmates could safely fuck each other in the ass.