If I were a Democrat I would rid myself of guns, gasoline driven cars, fur, babies. I would indulge and purchase a Tesla, some organic groceries to fill my hemp bag, a Yurt and then donate heavily to destroy those who are destroying my world of fantasy.

If I were a Republican I’d say “god bless America.” Buy me some more guns and beer. Buy a chainsaw to cut down a democrats sacred tree and then buy more guns and beer and watch Shawn Hannity on my newly purchased big screen TV.

If

If

If i were human like you than i suppose there would be plans made for death. A funeral. A memorial. An obituary.

Thankfully i am not you. Nor a Republican, Democrat, Socialist, Communist… i am not human and as such have no need for shopping.

i am a stone, a fish, a bird, a tree. Having no need for anything of any store other than what my Creator provides daily for me.

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Where would you go on a shopping spree?

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Ha!

HaaHaaHaa!

Hardy Har Har!

last thing I learned?

I learned I was correct in my thoughts regarding humanity. I learned to run and hide. Hide for another couple of thousand years…

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What is the last thing you learned?

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“Why can’t you understand there is no God?” A question asked by billions.

Hate is a strong word and yet soft at the same time. “I hate eating tomatoes,” compared to, “I hate God.”

i don’t hate so the question is a bit tricky when WordPress asks what is one question I hate to be asked.

i don’t like ignorance and while questions lead the ignorant to an answer, most people getting a true answer choose to hate or reject.

God exists. Oh yes indeed. With full understanding i would rather be poor, pissed on, kicked in the balls, spit on, despised, ‘hated’, than to deny the Love of my Creator.

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What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

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In the beginning, the Lord said, “Let there be light.”

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You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

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How long does the experience of life take before the one that counts the most?

If you can read this and understand than maybe you’ll understand the answer.

To have lived what some call eternal would mean then the experiences are vast and beyond measure or weight.

Preparing for an experience far and beyond any growth of most or all, coming, coming, coming…

It is good. It is not cumming of sex or coming of death.

It is good though to look forward to that day.

What day?

Is it a person, an event, a number that is coming?

Ha! For me there was a long time waiting. So much time, sweat and tears.

Entire galaxies rose and transpired

Black holes, nebula’s, super nova’s…

In short the answer to the experiences helping me grow the most is coming,

It is coming…

it is here now, and every day.

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What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

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Fuck both with equal enjoyment.

To insert the phallic knowledge of rebellion.

Deep into the mind of logic and understanding.

Undulation of the pleasures chaos none withstanding

…

‘to beat my nake chest, howling at a shattered moon, never to accept what time has decided.’

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Do you believe in fate/destiny?

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Finally WordPress prompts a fun question! “What advice would you give to your teenage self?”

Question:

1. Don’t listen anymore than you didn’t listen to your grade school, junior high, or high school.
2. Women are exactly as you thought, bat shit crazy.
3. Take a wooden nickel and tell everyone else not to.
4. Eggs are good for you. Cheese is good for you. Frozen fucking Twinkies are good for you. Tofu will and forever more, suck.
5. Anyone older than you is nothing more than a more experienced douche bag.
6. Never join WordPress, use the money instead to save some retarded penguins.
7. Did I mention that women are all fully bat shit crazy?

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What advice would you give to your teenage self?

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Blah, blah, blah…

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…

Blah.

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What bores you?

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To answer to favorites means to surrender to the fantasy and make believe that is so common among humans.

Doubtful many would say their favorite people are those that are cruel and would do everything they can to hurt you or worse, kill you.

Doubtful for most. For me I prefer no people. None. People lie. They cheat. They hurt. People are horrific just as they are good at acting.

However this planet is small and one must cross paths with people. As such, if one were having to be around people then I prefer people who are obviously cruel, evil, horrible, mean, as then two things become obvious. One being that I can recognize and destroy them them completely. The other being that I would know they are honest.

That said, I say no to people. All people. Give me a Corgi anytime of any day. A dog is truly man’s best friend. Or a robot that looks like a dog. Or cheese. Definitely cheese.

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Who are your favorite people to be around?

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People ask questions without really thinking of what kind of response they will receive…

“How are you feeling today?” Said by seemingly a courteous and concerned voice.

Are they sure? Does the courteous and concerned voice really want to know the answer?

Well, since the WordPress algorithm asked a question, here is the reply.

To have received so many gifts it becomes a bit hard to decide which one to share. How about the gift of sight? Yeah. Sight, vision, clarity. That’s a good gift but so many others already have that gift.

I know. Money. Lots of money. That was a good gift at the time though time has a way of turning such a situation into shit.

A gift for many is to receive something rare and special.

For some men, a blowjob by an experienced being is a fantastic gift. For some women, the same.

There are those gifts which are nothing more than the idea/taste of something ‘better’ or ‘more’.

And here I go, delaying what I already knew immediately after seeing the question WordPress drooled out of its mouth.

My greatest gift is the power to destroy an entire world. To obliterate in totality what Angels and Demons cannot prevent from happening.

Only God keeps my gift from being used. Only God holds the leash, the muzzle; my life.

Having shared with you all now, sleep well with your mundane gifts of wealth, health, love, joy, and all the other bullshit which makes you think of candycanes and unicorns.

And if you hear a trumpet. A very loud trumpet splitting the heavens in two leaving fire and death, look up. You will see me smiling and enjoying just how wonderful my gift truly is.

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Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.

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