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What Would Jesus Say.

So, todays word prompt was, “What is your favorite word,” and while there are many the word pizza came to mind because, well, because of pizza.

I noticed a few people chose the word, fuck. And I agree. Fuck it is good to say fuck when the situation either good or bad warrants its use.

“Fuck, that guy who shot the guy yesterday is pretty fucked up.” A statement of truth regarding the assassination of the poor fellow sharing his view at a fucked up college yesterday.

“Fuck, this pizza is fucking awesome!” A statement of truth regarding the perfection obtained by some who delve in the magic of perfect pizza.

Now, what would Jesus say…

(disclaimer: Some of you fucks don’t believe Jesus existed or believe in God and that is your fucking right. I feel sorry for you and your fucked up ‘opinion’.)

As for those puritans out there that would screw a worker out of his pay or diddle little boys and girls and ‘say’ you believe in God and Jesus and are offended by this type of writing regarding God/Jesus, look into a mirror and tell yourself that you’re fucked up and need a fucking reality check.

“Feeling better dude?”

Never better. Ate the fucking biggest apple of my life today AND tried five new varieties of grapes that were fucking awesome! One was a plant from South Africa. Absolutely fucking awesome.

Did Jesus ever use a word on par with my usage of the word fuck? Or YOUR use of the word fuck?

I’d like to think so. I know he was pissed about those fucks who did money changing in the temple. So when I think about the part where Evil basically said to Jesus, “Bend your knee to me and I will give you this entire fucked up world.” (Shitty deal if you ask me.)

I bet Jesus today would have told that useless fuck going by many ‘names’ to go fuck itself. (evil is not male or female, it just is a fucking shit show designed be evil to try and destroy that little thing inside all of you not of this world, your soul.)

Yep. The word fuck is fantastic. I will keep using it as it is real, raw, true, and so perfect for this absolutely fucked up illusion of a world so many think is so fucking perfect.

And just to let you know, this world is just an illusion, a playground for good and evil to try and find some fucking meaning and direction for the other worlds. So many worlds…

And along with this theme/vibe, TIME. Time does not exist. Time is one of the best fucking illusions going for the primitive four dimensions.

Now, go be fucking nice to those you hate and despise. I’d be fucking surprised if you do, but maybe you are fucking different.

Oh, and in my not so fucking humble opinion, anchovies on pizza are like the word fuck. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad.

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The First One…

It was a hot Summer day. The thermometer said it was a good day to seek the cool comfort of shade and the people listened, scurrying to shade and relief.

Inside a store there she sat. Beautiful. Dressed in alluring attire designed to turn eyes towards her direction.

A humming sound came from her. Was it the tune of happiness? Maybe it was part of the attire designed to attract the attention of friend, family, stranger?

Her attraction was too much. I was drawn to her like a bee to honey.

Walking with determination it was but a short distance to cover and she did not cower or falter. No, her humming only increased.

A flustered look appeared on my face. Concern. What was hope soon turned into the realization that I did not have enough of what she yearned for.

What to do? Should I turn and walk away in defeat?

Pondering and about to make a decision of retreat, the thoughts came full force. What I needed for her was outside in a small box in my parents vehicle.

Turning and with hope in the steps I found in the vehicle what she needed…

With full confidence I place inside her the shiny silver dime. The dime which unlocked her secrets.

Lifting the lid on the cooler the humming of her compressor grew louder while peering inside her it was revealed to be many cool treasures.

There was the standard Coke and 7-up. There was Root Beer and Sprite. All well and good but her best guarded secret was the Orange Crush…

“Ahhh…” Taking the cold glass bottle and popping the cap, the first taste of the fizzing joy was orgasmic. Even now the smile of the memory remains on the face of the first crush. It was and still is, extremely wonderful.

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Groops (not groups) or, maybe grupes

Secret societies.

Secrets.

Hidden deep so deep they reveal all.

“Shhh…”

Fuck you and fuck that.

For as long as there have been planets there have been illusions.

Do you have a secret? Maybe you killed your neighbors cat? Stole some gum at the store? Joined a “shhh…” secret grupe or groop?

Now this even more fun when there is one with a secret that one does not think anyone or anything else knows… Shit, and then to find that while one has a secret they don’t want anyone to know only to learn others know and then, and then, “Shhh…” and then like a chain of command in any fucking military more and more others know while thinking no one above them has existence and if so… they don’t know.

Ha!

Ha!

Hahahahahaha…

Let me tell you a secret… i have no secrets, not one. Let me prove it… i can make the world quake anytime i want. i can ask the wind to do my bidding and since we’re best friends i can blow a world away.Time does not exist because i do not allow it unless it is for amusement.

Want more? Okay, lets talk not of spiritual as that is so mind fucking boring… Magic! Yee Fucking Haa! You know, spells, curses, hexes, perplexes, potions? Beyond real and thus really, really fucking boring. Of course with just a touch to absorb.

And lets get freaky. Do worlds really exist? You know, Earth, and trillions and billions and alternative realities?

Lets get deeper, dimensions abound to become a child’s playtoy.

Aliens?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…. of course. So much more ‘advanced’ than the monkeys called humans.

And yet for all ‘their’ technology, you know ‘time travel’ (fucking hilarious as time does not exist unless i allow it.) But hey, let them think they know the secrets.

Take for example a ‘ship’ outside, out of sight, out of mind, that is, if you’re blind.

Oh fuck yeah (in case you fucking haven’t noticed, i too do indeed love what so many consider profanity and swearing) Secrets. And why?

Why do groops want secrets kept from others?

Do grupes think others would be hurt from the knowledge? Or even better yet, enriched?

And another secret, in every mortal mind exists the secure thought of hiding something when they fail to realize their minds are nothing more than blinking neon signs yelling, “Hey, I’m thinking of something!”

Yep, to hide in the open is what i prefer. Only God can hurt me. Now, reader, what’s your secret?

(oh and as an aside, when something is written on a piece of paper and tried to be smuggled out of prison, do you think the Warden allows it to escape? ha! fuck no, just like writing on the internet, or chalkboard, or tattooed on the forehead; just more of the secrets of illusion) You may think what you write or express is going to be seen by others when actually ‘others’ with secrets let you just think that happy thought while they keep secrets.

So, take for what it’s worth, secrets are not secret from so many until even way high up and encompassing every form of dimension and reality, even higher than any deity, Deity, or cloud. And here is the magic of secrets, when you are open and honest and keep no secrets from anyone or anything alive/dead/animate/inanimate/ even a fucking wet dream, that is simply the4 best form of Life.

Now, i am going to play with a Universe tonight and billions of worlds will know it. Oh, and i just thought about, i stole a whole lot of porn from Norm’s News when embracing the time of puberty. The good stuff that makes a dick really hard.

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To add two the ramble too

Taking a pause to reflect on the man in the forest. A man old and secure in his surroundings as he taps the well used pipe crafted to smoke what the winds and clouds provide.

The wafting smoke can be felt as the smoke has a heartbeat. The aroma of the pipe speaks of something called, love. Something the man felt for his world, a world free from the antics of wild ignorant beasts set to toiling and living in a world far removed from his.

Raising his eyes to free the mind from the songs given by the flowing creek as wild trout beat a rhythm along with the hatching nymphs setting permanent the final target.

Puffing deep and exhaling he sees her and she knows him. He and she as different as night and day and both closer than a mother and her child in the womb. Smiling, he spoke to a very tenacious young ladybug who was very full in appetite at the moment. A small and beautiful creature making the world a better place.

She. She is. She always will be. She talks to him constantly even when she is unaware and sleeping in a world were both collide. When she is awake she knows.He is with her forever as there was no other choice or path. This thought caused a chuckle as with attendance the audience of illusions applauded.

Lately the owls have held protest. It is their rights and their responsibility. The old man kept hold of smile and with his left hand, twisted his attitude to a tone subtle and low in resonance. Time of calm in preparation of a cyclone. Already the ground has given opinion. Tides has shown no slack. Even the sun, a sun filled with immense pride, tried its hand.

There will always be others. Those thinking of knowledge and fools. Using their minds as tools without and with the desire of control and ability. To the old man he grimaced at how chaotic such a device is even allowed to exist.

If proof of God even jaded those who try to find reason in any world of heaven or hell they have chosen to exist, it must be pointed out this door can be painted any color, any size, shape, and yet the hinges all are balance as what is, is and always will be just as he/she is.

(When writing in this language it is sometime hard to translate the vibrations and pictures alive, breeding, evolving and thank God, there is the wind.)

If anyone reads this other than eyes of mankind, maybe you too, can understand?

Inside me exists what can be called, Monster or in another way, Saint.

Outside exists the old man and woman he loves.

In between there is only the dreams and pictures.

Now, satisfied all was well in his world, the old man knocked the ashes from his pipe and again smiled as wild honey bees carried the remains away to be made into the finest honey.

Talking stride without doubt as to his age; Eternal Life.

Such a story exists.

Such a story is real.

Two know full well of this story.

And when the sun burns dim and wind calms to a mere whisper,

such a wonderful form of love with not only thrive and prosper…

and yes, you wanted talk and this is what it is.