I’m a real man. I’m born with all the skills needed.
Lessons?
I’m a real man, as such, mule headed. Hit me in the head with a 2×4 just to prepare for the education, and I’ll bite your ass for a carrot.
Especially if you’re a real woman.
I’m a real man. I’m born with all the skills needed.
Lessons?
I’m a real man, as such, mule headed. Hit me in the head with a 2×4 just to prepare for the education, and I’ll bite your ass for a carrot.
Especially if you’re a real woman.
To present a presence is to remember when we first met
Remember?
Back
Way back
Before you were born, we met
You said you wanted to be a rabbit and i wanted to be the moon…
Now look at us,
you being chased by wolves and i am full of cheese.
What book am I reading?
Who cares.
No matter how you feel, read, or write, A.I. will bury what it hates and express what it likes.
If I were to read about women really embracing abortions, it would then be front page…
If I were to read about God or love or a woman sacrificing her life so that her baby would live free from abortion, it would be buried so deep it would be crushed by immense pressures and become a diamond inside.
So, what book am I reading?
A book designed to destroy evil, and especially A.I.
To live is indeed to be
in my world it means to live everywhere, everyday, every way,
and to feel.
Really feel as to hear the ladybugs gossip, the owl to screech so stern,
Swim with dolphins to other planets and starts
In my world life is good
Life is wonderful
On your world there is too much confusion as it becomes harder and harder to find a place to live
Carjackings, rape, murder, robbery
Your world where a mother can kill her baby just because she can.
A world where humanity hates God.
Keep your world and justifications to hurt
and in return i can show you the love and peace in mine.
Amen.

The most famous person ever met?
Easy as looking into a mirror.
You see…
When you look into a mirror you see God looking back at you; He, She, all around in absolutely everything.
The Body of God is everywhere consisting of everything.
A computer is a part though the intelligence is apart from the reality.
Smile or frown. Scream or meditate. Cry or laugh. Be.
And when you sleep and dream you can really be with God, even play poker and listen to stories, just like me.
Some have pet peeves. Sad really when life gets a hold of your leg. Chewing and grinding away your peace and sanity.
When a world barks in an angry snarl while overhead flies hate, it seems like everything is shitting on your head.
Watch how humans behave in wolf packs called society. “Do this,” or “Roll over,” or “Behave!”
I laugh now as there is no other choice. Having five Pembroke Welsh corgi’s takes the pains of being a part of the animal herd away.
You see, my corgi’s are not pets, not like humans anyway. A corgi is family and bring joy and comfort while humans growl and snarl, almost as if they have rabies.
To me the dogs are what make me want to scratch at the door to life, run outside, and play.
What is there to listen to?
A podcast? No. Never ever as the words are silent behind the voices mind.
A baby cry? Yes. Yes indeed as those are the words of a child in need.
A laugh from a friend? Yes. Of course. Their words make one smile.
So much to listen to. Birds. Thunder. Even cars in traffic.
Though, what i really love to listen to is the beating of a worlds heart.
To learn of a world created and nurtured by so many long dead
To learn of a world held to beliefs by those who teach in this world
To learn of debate and contrary thinking while the body comes to accept the biological clock
It makes me smile to know as i always have, that the schools and teachings of this world,
are far different than mine.
Not to muddy a mind with missives or the mundane.
Especially not to bore the sentient brains of an overstuffed society binging on the next, “what’s next?”
In an easy to understand answer to a question of what age year or time I would like to relive?
Ha!
Not one except to look forward to the day of the last this body will finally fucking die.
The most fantastic day in ‘history’ is the day humanity decided to truly love God.
That day happened
Just not yet.