tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63901067877432546702024-02-20T09:29:46.932-08:00MySoulAccomplishment-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6390106787743254670.post-2785965687164623872011-10-13T19:14:00.004-07:002015-08-18T15:32:42.999-07:00<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">Puh-Ray-Zah God!!!</span></em></strong> Whew. Finally here! Happy Independence Day<em>!!</em> ...and<em> <strong>in</strong></em>finite <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em>pi</em></span></a></strong>:</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><em> completely quenched and satisfied; the saturation </em><strong>is</strong><em> eternal now. </em>Boy, was I ever happy I'd be McLovin, be Her servant for eternity, Her in Her airline stewardess clothes. Yummmy<em>.</em> While I successfully climbed the stairs, yet, nuthin except the gorgeousness of peace<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span></em></strong>quiet, a few clouds<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span></em></strong>bluesky, thousands<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">O</span></em></strong>roses and a waterwheel slowly churning, revolving in the distance like the <strong><a href="http://www.johnleary.com/"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em>endless</em></span></a></strong> eternity, rejoicing another soul was here <span style="color: #993399;"><b><em>(I had escaped the dark<span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span>ghastly furnace: repulsive demons were dragg'n their souls downtown, fight'n<span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span>scream'n, kick'n<span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span>wailing to no avail, their terrific lust for the world pull'n their immortal souls in uncertainty and terror. Deal with it. I'm finished</em>)</b></span> <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Extra-terrestrial instructions<em>??</em> The Voice told my <span style="font-size: 78%;"><em>weee</em></span> heart to turn-off all nonessential subsystems; stop using my main antenna, my dead head, focus on love for eternity with my heart muscle; and to switch to God in Three-Auxiliary-Transmitters. Whew. If God Almighty gives a few a pretty difficult though finite existence, God'll give a few all the more reward for eternity - <em>completely</em> <strong><a href="http://www.sermoncentral.com/sermons/sermons-about-fairness-of-god.asp?Keyword=Fairness%20of%20God"><span style="color: #33ccff;">fair</span></a></strong>, is it not? A <em>looooong</em> road to hoe - glad to git my vitality completed. Coming offa the sophomoric HIGH of our <em>'memoirs of social manners'</em> <em>(Shelley)</em>, I felt relieved and finally overjoyed. Now! Yippee<em>!!</em> I can do all the mitigations I so longed for when this <a href="http://www.concordant.org/expohtml/GodAndChrist/TriuneGod.html"><strong><span style="color: #33ccff;">TRI</span></strong></a>-angle was finally accomplished - beginning on earth when we were born, growing-up, up, up till our demise. Excluded a sigh did I. I <em>do</em> believe I'm through to the other side<em>!!!</em> Immediately, <strong><em><span style="color: #cc66cc;">"Of course! Why wouldn't you be??"</span></em></strong> in Her hardcore, To-Be-Continued loveliness; Her Voice went through my poor, poor head like a phazer-on-stun which was far-out: soft, smooth, succulent, and <em>very</em> sexy, never before seen on earth, as She wound-around my brain like a pretty, pink, slithering python. <strong><em><span style="color: #cc66cc;">"Enjoy thy stay at my lush, Milky Way. And if there's anything you need, don't you dare hesitate to think of it. Should I take-off My x-ray-spex?"</span></em></strong> I hemmed<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span></em></strong>hawwed, harvest'n my thots, as I kicked-the-can further down the eternal road; finally, I bespoke the Words, <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"I love you, toots,"</span></em></strong> as, reaching up, I grasped at Her stupendously, explosively delicious altruism. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Lemme suprise you,"</span></em></strong> kissing Her on the cheek - truly, I saw nuthin happier than Her glowing face and to feel the rapture of what we had become amongst the stars. Then, alas, the female surround-sound was gone; the array of catastrophic, elusive, illuminate-to-illustrate-Her-stikky-paper-features, was gone. Grrr. Life's a bloody metaphor rolled into one, political epithet with intercourse: only fools use fossil fuels to fly, baby <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> Nevertheless, what an _____ incredible, <em>edible</em> sight to behold <em><span style="color: #993399;"><b>(yes, you may say <span style="font-size: 78%;">______</span> in Heaven, drawing'm in the air: they'd stay-up a while, slowly disappear'n like a rainbow. And the colours? Gotta whole lotta yummmy, sour ones which I gobbled-up)</b></span></em>. I felt very <em>teeeny</em> amidst the grandeur of Holland's verdant romance: I was very much irrelevant, kinda like an elephant, among the vineyard of elation, my explosion of being - even the misty air had a faint, arousing quality. Gotta move on; gotta find-out where in Heaven this aroma's coming from. Follow me into uncharted territory. What you'll find, guys<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span></em></strong>gals, in-God's-merry-universe, is a simple, flat-rate we git for being alive: once we git Upstairs, however, we ain't flat anymore; we're expanded into being everywhere,<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;"> </span></em></strong>everything at once... and at peace to cherish what Almighty God has done for the human race. Thus, a beyond infinite service, like a NYC taxi - moving at break-neck-speed <span style="color: #993399;"><b><em>(you'll definitely remember me and my angst, some more pronounced, I'm one of a kind, though: a full-throttle, bodacious-stigmata-taste-combo who's continually therapissed</em>)</b></span> <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> The Great Beyond, however, seemed not <em>neeeeerly</em> as fast-paced as my hometown which needed to wake-up from their slumber behind the wheel; but, yet, <strong><em>'That Was Then, This Is Now'</em></strong>, which I read in book-form in 6th grade, the genesis of my long, lost punkUation, a cult-classic prescribed by <strong><span style="color: #ff6600;">S.E. Hinton</span></strong>. The vault-of-Heaven is like a never-ending, without-money, nonillion-dollar-bank-account-in-pictures <em>and</em> totally substantial portions of banana-cream-pie <em>and</em> baklava - almost like the fairer sex: the oxygen smelled faintly like a garden of sweet, shaved tulips, which was Her unknown diary only to be read by me, soon to be as one in our love, in our intoxicating vision of joy; taking full advantage of the court, therefore, due to the fragrance of diamonds, the nuance and sophistication was totally Ritchie Rich: the first, delicious bite of Seventh Heaven. <em><strong><span style="color: #ff6600;">"More, more, more!!! Wanna... gotta... lemme see more!!!"</span></strong></em> was my breathless, panting outburst. The sweet, Ras'berry-Girly in fronta me giggled, <strong><em><span style="color: #cc66cc;">"All in fronta you, private, First-Class."</span></em></strong> This is <em>faaar</em> beyond exciting, corroborated by the fact I had just croaked ...but, yet, I am <em>still</em> dying like an Aztec king, displaced amidst his mass of golden treasures, overflowing with vistas of wealth beyond, vivid, robust hues that shined like emerald-leaves in the sky beckoning you. Yummm. Heaven was so very smooth like an eel making a right-hand-turn. Who could ever describe it? It'd be like trying to portray? teach? skydiving to a paramecium. How would that work in 2D? Someone? Anyone<em>??</em> tok2me, brudda. The adequate, verbal ventilation you'd need to ever conceive this pie-in-the-sky <em>'tout emsemble'</em> <em>(all together)</em> just overwhelms and eliminates you. I mean, this odor-of-knowledge accounting for everything in fertile fields, laid-back-violets, was <em>tooo</em> much for this poor, poor soul just being born. Have to give myself time to cope<strong>S</strong>etic. I mean, can you yourself make the wind move<em>??</em> Thot not <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> So, there I was, an infinitely old man, looking a dashing twenty-one, having crossed the oppulent threshhold of faith, hope, and most definitely love, to a brand-new, graphic realism with my death-defying, Bruce-Lee-zoot-suit, baby, feeling a bit like a bad-ass. I looked up, I looked down, I peered <strong><a href="http://www.wordnik.com/words/askance"><span style="color: #33ccff;">askance</span></a></strong>: I was standing a few yards from my killer Cannondale withe sleek, yet, heavyset-bottom-spacecraft in the distance coolingdown - guess I was in a daze from the <em>waaay</em>-over-my-head-wonder-of-it-all, when a very calm Voice, almost devoid and absent of any oratorical ritual, persuaded me to follow in courtship - the same Voice who had perked-up my ears was at it again. Silly girl. She <em>purrred</em> at me, yet, she shattered mountains: the very air proceeded to draw me forward, like I was one of them neet-o-cool, EtchAsketch pads <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> I took one, last look at my rock-solid-God-Speed, checking the saddle heigth as preparing to go into the wild-blue-yonder was I, when I saw my... <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">DOG?????</span></em></strong> Wha... <em>???</em> My mouth hung-open for a long while, drooling, making yummy, throaty, gurgly sounds like an old toaster having the last slice before the last gasp. We just looked at one another for about half a second. Dog spok first, holding-up the Vulcan handjive. <em><span style="color: #996633;"><strong>"Dude,"</strong></span></em> rolling his brown eyes. <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"Don't act so suprised, man. Can't we have everything in the Great Beyond?"</span></em></strong> waggin<em>'</em> his tail, noddin<em>'</em> his noggin, like his trés-appropos-lifetime was about to finally start with no interruptions: my faithfull, ol compadre, Oliver, sitting on his haunches on a rock above me. I gasped, <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Ollie!!! The skateboard dawg!!!"</span></em></strong> closed-jaw-with-hand. Rinse. Repeat. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Where'd YOU come from??? I thot you croaked!!"</span></em></strong> I about yelled. <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"And, shux, waddyaknow? I will be forever, I'm afraid,"</span></em></strong> grimacing. With a cough, signaling me to shut-up, <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">"Ya know, dude, I looove speech,"</span></em></strong> as he conjugated <strong><em>TEN!</em></strong> Greek verbs, paw pointed up, eyes shut, and the phonetics? Perfect. I clapped and whistled and Oliver bowed. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"That's my boy. How awesome. How I love you,"</span></em></strong> whispering, praising our Maker, reaching over to wrap my loving arms around him, almost falling off. <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">"Not so hard, my man. Youse gonna mess-up my coat."</span></em></strong> Shaking his head. <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">"Dead? ...DEAD?? Nyah. Not no more. When you came up..."</span></em></strong> he snapped. <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">"That was my cue2go on stage,"</span></em></strong> in a motorcycle-boy-like-voice, like one of those 'fat-boy-kick-your-ass-bikers-in-leather' in a smoky pool hall on the wrong side of town. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Remember? Some stupid-O head ran you over on 53rd when I was eleven and LEFT you by the side of the road?? Oh, how I cried for THREE days."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"How could I forget? I howled right along with you as I was ascending - all dogs go to Heaven."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Shish-Kabob-Dawg, them were the days of exploring farNwide, upNdown, tree limbsNsunken ravines,"</span></em></strong> looking away wistfully. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Let's do that again, wanna?"</span></em></strong> Nodding his noggin. <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">"You bloody betcha thy proverbial arse we will, dude. Time without end. Sundown continued, though, till you arrived,"</span></em></strong> looking at me withose bombastically big, beautiful, brown Schnauzer eyes; that gorgeous, grey sweater; that fantastic tail; those curls and his long eyelashes. Owch. Betcha you be <em>DA</em> man withe lady canines. <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"I had to perish, just as you did, to be in this Utopia where everything lives large and falleth from thy sky. Watch. Not to be believed. Just watch, k?"</span></em></strong> He raised his head and immediately a <em>BBBIG</em>-ol-Mother, meaty bone fell <em>from</em> the Heaven <em>onto</em> the ground - of course! lamb thighbone!! <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"Deeeee-lish."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"You go, girly,"</span></em></strong> thanking Her under my breath. Oliver carried his <em>skkrumptious</em>, precious bone like sumbuddy's gonna steal it. <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"Gotta berry, where berry, must berry."</span></em></strong> Finally, with his finger-lick'n-good treat safely deposited somewhere safe, which craxx-me-up, <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"Can we go now? Talk'n about death is insane, dude, when there's a infinite, encyclopedia menu of bombastic bliss surrounding us."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"No doubt,"</span></em></strong> I whispered. Wonder where he got his excursive elegance from. Bombastic bliss!! <em>Ha!!</em> <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"Besides, Pops, my four feets have the lovely itch,"</span></em></strong> with a super-sly M.O. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Oh... A-hem. Gitt'n down to business, k? We have 73.37-trillion-miles here - long-way, looong time on THIS planet. You're mo-than-welcome to join me, though I'll have to carry you up the ladder returning. Ya up for it, like a <span style="font-size: 78%;">p</span>UPS truck?"</span></em></strong> My revolutionary, rascally dog jumped down, snarling, his tail revolving, as he <strong><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/eructate">eructated</a></strong>, he made a <em>'bull-of-Pamplona'</em> stance. <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"With you at my side, what can possibly hurt ME here? An evil-ninja-dude?? Let's kick-ass, man."</span></em></strong> Gotta lotta squint'n going on with my head like a weeble-wobble. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"That ain't exxxactly for level seven, Big O; that's for level one or below. Seventh Heaven and higher's the start of guhroovy, Boston-Flowers-love, bay-bee."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #993300;">"O, didn't know that."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Yeah. Now's the time for lovely make'n, Big O: every bitch you meet, you'll have to ask nicely."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #996633;">"Then, I wanna ring through my nose. Where's my ring?"</span></em></strong> Immediately, without so much as a whimper, a solid-gold-ring-like-a-pirate was stuck in his nose. I smiled. <strong><em><span style="color: #cc66cc;">How awesome is our God</span></em></strong>. And cool, too. I scratched him behind one ear and set-out abord our mountain vee-hikk-le; I also saw a sign '<em>schtuck</em>' <em><span style="color: #993399;">(She's of Jewish descent)</span></em> in the ground around the next korner, the black lettering was as neet-o and without flaw as the realm I'm in: </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>WELCOME TO ETERNITY, ya </em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666;">holy socks!! where you'll never be bored!! if you are? that's yer problem, ya punkphart -Almighty God, Ink</span></em></strong> ...as I up-chucked the ball through the GoalPosts of the Great Beyond <strong><span style="color: #990000;">---</span></strong> Riding up this vehicular-homicide, black-diamond-hill, easy in the Great Beyond, Oliver scampered-up behind quick-as-a-mouse, I paused again. Whoa. Truly breath-taking. Coming to a <em>huge</em> mountain top, where I was literally and figuratively at the peek of perfection, I looked down to appreciate and gawk at the astonishing rapture which lay before my immortal eyes - graphic unrestraint as far as mine eyes could see. <strong><em><span style="color: red;">Glory2God!!!</span></em></strong> The never-ending-presents came at with full force: vast and fully-tangible, elegantly sublime on thy eyes, were the celestial rose bushes, tulips <em><span style="color: #993399;">(had a few, moist TwoLips, too. lemme just say they got pretty excited and engorged when I passed by - people could love'm as long as they wished)</span></em>, crocuses lining the path to the far, far side of the mountain. Simple, yet, breathtaking... stunning... ethereal: they nod and dance wherever and whenever the Son-drenched-wind whispers in this impeccably august, land-before-time, while alla 'round us were these mammoth, majestic, high-as-the-One-above trees: <em>HUUUGE</em> trunks, much longer than a NYC city block, and branches as wide as Vermont which is a thin state; a window of opportunity so ancient and lofty, they were only large enough to fulfill our Maker - <em>maaany</em> celestial beings on some, some with white-as-the-sun-wings, but totally C-able <em><span style="color: #993399;">(thanks to Jesus eyecare)</span></em> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"You go, girl,"</span></em></strong> I whispered. And everywhere there was a restraining of absolutely nuthin, while obviously the glorious, overflowing grace were the tops which could've quite easily reached to the stars: spreading-out so gluttonous and loving, precisely why I failed to go to Harvard and to see anything decayed on the ground. Ah, the blessing of bliss is forever <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> I rode on and on, so much to do, so much to see, so much to live for - Thank Almighty God forever is <strong><em>'in propria persona'</em></strong> <em>(Latin: in person)</em>. Sometimes the hills were 88 degrees, up or down, others were as soft as whip-cream from your Lover, but mainly they were straight and narrow single trak <em><span style="color: #993399;">(in Heaven, you may request a motor)</span></em>; my jolly dog dashing around, pop'n-up like a handsome, lil' poptart here<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span></em></strong>there in the underbrush, sniffing, snork'ling, digging furiously, smelling a rat, his nostrils were literally, figuratively on fire. Touché. How very pronounced we have made it this far, like a yielding vestige which only fills-up when the tide rolls in, yet, washes-away like the fleeting sandcastle of our existence <strong><span style="color: #990000;">---</span></strong> Tremendously, I hurtled onward, ever more shocking and overwhelming was the Beauty Treatment of the Divine. At last, as if to take my breath-away once again, I saw to the horizon a quilt-like-texture of sumptuious, ebullient, <strong><em>ELEVEN - BILLION - TREES!!!!!</em></strong> Gulp <em><span style="color: #993399;"><b>(I counted'm, of course, just so you, girly-reader, wouldn't be MissManaged)</b></span></em>. I could see forever and a day, as they rolled on and on, as they marched like titanic, solemn, silent voices in this volume-like-wilderness!!! <em>INTENSE!!!</em> There were also birds in pretty fruitful multitudes, too, each one of 'em doing a cute, little dance as Jaybirds are so fond of, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"You made it! You made it!! You played the Game and won!!"</span></em></strong> in their rather loud voices high in the treetops, serenading us as we moved slowly like a Homecoming parade. Thinking to myself, <em>'of course! leading a finite lifetime of uncivil humility and wreck<strong>T</strong>-dude, who wouldn't? Silly birds.'</em> Just my dog and moi, my literal larger-than-life-puppy who was running just as fast as he could, running like a slippery fish <em><span style="color: #993399;"><b>(a floppy, red-herring perhaps?)</b></span></em> in his wonderful, un-believable joy, ducking and feinting like this day was his last!! <em>Go, canine, go!!</em> Ain't nobody to put a leash on you, boy, in this insane, unpolished, elaborate infinity<em>!!!</em> I believe I saw him fly just a while ago <em>HeeHee</em> I stopped my bike to capture his speed-racer, grandiose joy. How beyond recognizable was my <span style="font-family: courier new;"><em>THIRD</em></span> trip to Utopia <strong><em>(NOTE: been twice before, but sent back to start my novelty)</em></strong> <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> Riding on for a lifetime, I stopped to let my own motor cool and to breathe the Heavenly Upstairs, pausing to let the obvious, carnivorous grace of Her Wilder-Kingdom take me away to a higher realm in a language so transparent: the utter vacancy of this outcry commanded this immortal to halt what he was doing and lookit this prestigious demonstation; parking my trail vehicle near this world-wide-rock, as I was floundering uncontrollably inside my poor, poor cranium, the nearest Cottonwood phenomenon seemed to beckon and, in a Voice that smiled vigorously, persuasively, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Pssst! Come here, please."</span></em></strong> Immediately, prudently, I obeyed Her. All of a sudden, when I was within whispering distance, the branches swiftly, succulently curved around me in a mountainous-like-cavern, drawing me inward, drawing me like a chalkboard, like a warm embrace from your gorgeous woman when you've been far, far away for a long, long time. I wrapped my arms and legs as far as they wo<strong>/</strong>od go and, while She thanked me for letting Her grow to full maturity, I sat endlessly spellbound as I lissened to the Wisdom of the Trinity. For what seemed like hundreds<strong><a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/anarchy"><span style="color: #33ccff;">A</span></a></strong>trillions of years and, as the Sun descended into an indelible language, I sed, in my basic grammar, <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"I will always love you, Janet Irene. Let's procreate."</span></em></strong> <em>Brrravvo!!</em> The bloody universe was beside Herself. Our beings flowed to a standstill. We went still further inside. The tide surrounded and enveloped us in our critical-mass, paralyzing us, obliterized us. Omniverous <strong><em>-</em></strong> renegade <strong><em>-</em></strong> cumultive ephoria. The cosmic-force-reached the paramount... we were driving too fast to reach the Vanity Fair: my love for Her is so much pro<strong>LIFE</strong>ration in the Heavens. Literally, I <em>'climbed'</em> into Her svelte, gargantuan, tubalips: the unwieldy, obscure clitorum was difficult to find, but totally reachable and totally massive - I used Safari-gear and goggles for self-centering, I-on-control, for when the FemaleFluid begins to flow in Her rhythmic staccato of outlandish, African-drum-beats, She was exactly like a verbose Niagra: maddening, reckless abandon were the increasing, Three-Part-Special. I could actually live my eternity inside Her colossal, garden-orchard-exposed. How I love you, Holy Spirit, reflecting every phrase of warmth, every shade of passion; how I love sex in the rare, implicit Elaborate Heaven which is extremely plausible, <strong><em>never</em></strong> on earth if you aren't married. And when we were finished almost seventy-seven months later?? Where-O-where does the time go?? I exited Her in heat like I had never done a thang <em>HawrHawrHawr</em> I love you, silly girl. Never do I get tired of make'n love withe exclusive we create - almost like She wanted'm returned to Her the next time in Heavenly Afterglow: to deliver, like a WotoWoota, an unmatched combination flavour of nutrition<strong><span style="font-size: 85%;"><em>N</em></span></strong>submission, She most generously blends over 101-sextillion-antioxidants to support our wealth/health <em>(and to clean-out our pipes)</em>. Cannot ask for more. And if you want more?? Just ask! Dunno why more people aren't striving for Heaven <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">+<em>AFTER MAAAAAANY, MAAAAANY, MAAAAAANY, MAAAAAANY, MAAAAANY, MAAAAANY, MAAAAANY, MAAAAANY, MAAAAAANY, MAAAAAANY, MAAAAAAAAANY YEARS, BELIEVE A NUMBER LESS THAN A QUADRILLION, WE FOUND OURSELVES LAYING ON THE BEACH+</em></span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #993399;"><em>"You're fannn-tastic. Again? Soon??"</em></span></strong> She whispered, looking in my eyes, giving me Her heart. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"</span><span style="color: #993399;">Giving, receiving, pretending, subsiding, blending, a profusion of pink, picturesque portions, your yardpole, soft strokes and caresses, ya steadfast lover, and you came when called. A true 'copia verborum'. Just what we needed, wonderfull lover."</span></em></strong> She snuggled, congealed-to-my-body. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Didn't we coagulate the cocktails?"</span></em></strong> Laughing, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"You're silly.</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">A lotta men don't know anything about how to please a woman, yet, you do. Know why?"</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Hmmmmno."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"</span><span style="color: #993399;">Precisely because you opened thy ears and lived My Word</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">."</span></em></strong> Whispered back, <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"I'm so happy I made you so happy, yet, don't remember a thang, dear."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Doesn't matter if the years went by in a leisurely, letter-to-the-editor. We love each other, boy, and that's all that matters,"</span></em></strong> caressing, remembering - She sent enlarged, fireproof memories directly into my point-blank-cranium. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"You serving Me through extended, polite literature. When you saw Me in the sparkly mirror?"</span></em></strong> Nodded. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"You can have that reflection, too, as another lover; actually, if ya want, they're reflections of us, I'll give an orgy of 100 you, 100 Me - with Moi? My nipples? Halfway-down-your-throat, baby, giving you very heightened pleasure, Me a mind-blowing-orgasm within a minute. Won't that be cool? Undulating, sanity forever. I am the <a href="http://www.encyclopedia.com/topic/Agnus_Dei.aspx"><span style="color: #33ccff;">Agnus Dei</span></a> who loves you. Does it matter if I am a gorgeous sweetheart with a ponytail? Who cares?? Everything you desire is ours Upstairs." </span></em></strong>I held Her at arms length, <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"How I love you. You're the best in the west. From head-to-toe, body-and-soul, you're wonderfull-to-behold, more-than-you-know. My great duty, honor, and joy it is to serve you now<span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span>forever, WonderWoman, if only we'd be able to see past the whorizontal Lair." </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"God only gives bawls, too, to those who see the need for <a href="http://www.crossministries.net/Page_12.htm"><span style="color: #33ccff;">humility</span></a>. With you, a lot mo' than two, ya wild card. Hey,"</span></em></strong> She sed, punching me in the arm. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Wanna do something devastatingly delinquent?"</span></em></strong> getting up and walking across the white sand; She took my hand as we scrambled-like-eggs up the hill toward the castle which was <em>'every inch a King'</em> <em>(Shakespeare)</em>. We got some already-sliced-watermelon-from-the-trees (you just reach up and eat to your heart's content). Grunting, <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"I'm all for discombobulating my explicit convictions, sweetheart."</span></em></strong> She laughed. An eye-filling-laugh, a long-on-looks laugh. My heart almost stopped... and I stopped. Heaven's not simply like lemon-meringue-pie with cherries, but close enough in this parable. You always want more. Her, too. A lot more. She can change Her everything, too, to suit you once a day for eternity <em><span style="color: #993399;">(same with females) </span></em>if ya gotta seed of faith - nuthins impossible for God. Everything's in Heaven, folks; nuthin's on earth besides death and taxes.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"> <strong><em>Once again</em></strong>, She laughed. This time, Her girl's chuckle was filled withe surplus gravity of the extraordinary; a sensational, stimulating exultation bordering on the insane. Owch. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Beyond beautiful, honeybun."</span></em></strong> She kissed my nose and I pulled Her in like a sweet, undaunted catfish. You may have differing opinions on how gorgeous they are, America, but I pulled in MissMajorSuccess. We spoke about the poignant promise, the <strong><em><a href="http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Magna_Carta"><span style="color: #33ccff;">'Magna Carta'</span></a></em></strong> of our very flippant, wearysome experience; now, the words which She so dilligentlemanly, cultivatingly reaped!! We agreed: <em>YES! THEY WERE SIMPLY THE BEST!!</em> ... through a lotta stimulation, emulating mortifications which only helped to grow in spirituality. Very rich, too, as our Father's gumdrops that melted in my mouth, as was our sweep<em>'</em>n, spitt<em>'</em>n saga: Her hands were in my finite existence, like a baker witheir dough, like a comedy of costumes on New Year's Day when we first arrive in the Great Beyond, She surrounds and editorializes each one of us, like the <em>'<strong><a href="http://www.dressagedaily.com/"><span style="color: #33ccff;">dressage</span></a></strong> a la humanity'</em>; as wealthy as an inexhaustible, regal paté, Her cotton-candy had absolutely no equal anywhere in the many universes, I can readily assure thee, my worthy liege. <em><strong>HEER YE! O HEER YE!!</strong></em> Life's a great many stages of a play, the dressage; we are on offense<strong><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">N</span></em></strong>defense. If we abuse our priviledge of this lifelong demise, you <em>will</em> abuse you when you croak whether in Purgatory or Hell - Jesus is only the mediator. He has absolutely nuthin to do with your evil. I suggest you do-away with your '<span style="font-size: 78%;">god</span>-like-TV', which nearly everyone falls for on a nightly basis, and put our Saviour in first, like a mountain bike, as you climb the steep path toward Heaven <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> She took me to the first one of Her mansions, in the attick, along the <strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">73.37</span></strong> trillion mile path; seeing as that I will love and serve Her forever, who could ask for anything better?? <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"How high is this??"</span></em></strong> opening a window, we sat on the bed. Bike trails for miles, dude. She kissed me on the cheek, whispering, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Over five-hundred-feet straight down. Let's skip withe biological reproduction,"</span></em></strong> made me face Her, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"until we have a little time to ourselves."</span></em></strong> Nodding. She turned on me, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Ya wanna nekNnek?"</span></em></strong> and roughly French-kissed me, with Her sighs and moans, passion and warmth, the <strong><a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/psychosomatic"><span style="color: #33ccff;">psycosomatic</span></a></strong>, <strong><a href="http://www.wordnik.com/words/metempirical"><span style="color: #33ccff;">metempirical</span></a></strong> feelins swept over us again: we rolled around on the sacred, scented bedsheets, brewing like a pot on low heat, like a <strong><a href="http://oneyearbibleimages.com/john3_30.jpg"><span style="color: #33ccff;">fish</span></a></strong>-outta-water, we skyrocketed-up into Heaven's definitely worth living for... and worth dying for. We were lovers for eternity: my tongue is basically worthless in giving Her stunning <em><strong>bi</strong>-</em>lingualness <em>(between the <strong>two</strong>lips)</em>, right? But, yet, not with a mouth as a 10-speed, ShinyPhallic. Try as you might, you <em>cannot</em> beat sexuality in the Great Beyond. <strong><em>Hours later</em></strong>, after <em>deee</em>-licious <strong><a href="http://matasgreekpizza.com/images/baklava1.JPG"><span style="color: #33ccff;">baklava</span></a></strong> and a <em>whooole</em>-lot-better-than-Starbucks, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Howsabout I take ya and show ya where in My world the Roller Coaster is? I getta sit in front!!!"</span></em></strong> She screamed. That's my girl: grandiloquent, excitable, sagacious, lovely. Her splendid untaughtness totally captivates this wee mortal; the time-honored-novelty carries me away again and again. How I love Her. Taking my hand, She led me to an elevator behind a curtain. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Very cool. But, yet, I have no idea how to drive."</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"C'mon! Nadda prob. Lemme show you the tumultuous, hotspots of Seventh Heaven, baby,"</span></em></strong> whispering, sultry, womb-like-nude. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Like disco?"</span></em></strong> smiled did She, full-body, poignant-poetry <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> If flying carpet's cannot hold you, better talk to the GodDude. We parked our carpet on this high, high plateau near a mountain some distance away from the castle; She showed me one-hundred-miles of single trak and more when that came to an end, winding through the effervescence, barbaric splendour which is Heaven <em><span style="color: #993399;">(She's a mountain biker, too)</span></em>. <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"Lemme git this straight for our readers out there. I can have all this for eternity just because I desired this?"</span></em></strong> Rollin<em>'</em> Her two, indelible eyes at me, She whispered, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Of course! sed the Source. Think Jesus fabricated when My Son spoke to Saint Gertrude? Don't think so." </span></em></strong>Far-out. I'm love make'n with God. Better act your age <em>HeeHee</em> <strong><em><span style="color: #ff6600;">"I'd better - "</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"You better, Mr. Odorless,"</span></em></strong> snugglin a little closer. Shutting Her beautifull, blue-as-the-photosynthesis-sky-organs <em>(where blue comes from)</em>, <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"There's a true jackpot waiting in the Great Beyond worth much more than your life,"</span></em></strong> Her head on my chest. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Wanna see the Coaster? Didn't take long to build, about three seconds, yet, it'll provide us with endless opportunities for the thrill-of-our-eternity."</span></em></strong> Awesome. Do it! Fly that carpet, babe<em>!!</em> <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"Hang-on."</span></em></strong> We 'took-off' again like those dudes in Canada: She zoomin<em>'</em> around, hitting the speed-of-sound, me sitting in back, gett'n no flak, my hands on Her stomach, loving this wild woman withe wild hair. Believable, folks, without the UN. Finally, we landed on this high plateau so we could see the gravely-vehement-toy-below. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">"She's waiting for you. Hear her potency?"</span></em></strong> I just stared - gawked wood be a better synonym. Thousands of square miles of pure exhileration in monochrome and leather in this legendary, land-beyond-the-stars where thar ain't no law of gravity, toots; like an entity who knew me, like a story which knew no grammar, I could very faintly hear her growling, revving, vibrating like a smoking gun: a dazzling, unending symphony of power waiting, wanting to take us on a ride with her realistic, Shanghai-voyage to the stars <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><span style="color: #33cc00;">PS</span></strong> Ponder sex in Heaven, ponder love make'n for the length and breadth of eternity; soft, slow, and smooth, intersperced with nutritious<strong><span style="font-size: 85%;"><em>N</em></span></strong>delicious pi, the Big<strong>O</strong> for days, screeem'n, sighing, sobbing... is most <em><strong>definitely</strong></em> allowed. God wouldn't create Heaven Above without joy. Nope. You don't gotta with me, you don't gotta with anyone. Only an option for those who wanna make physical love a physical part of their eternity. Just imagine, girls: seven? hundred and one? <em>10,101??</em> handsome, tall, gentle, muscular guys <strong><span style="color: #33cc00;">+</span></strong> you alone<strong><span style="color: #33cc00;"> +</span></strong> <em>maaaaany</em> years <strong><span style="color: #33cc00;">+</span></strong> nude swimming in the shallow ocean <strong><span style="color: #33cc00;">+</span></strong> nude floating in the sky <strong><span style="color: #33cc00;">+</span></strong> erotic, bedtime stories at dusk, then, lottsagobbsa sex for ten months <strong><span style="color: #33cc00;">+</span></strong> whatever your precious, prococious heart comes-up with. But, yet, we must git up thar first; we must see the need for repentance in this Finite Existence <em>(I go every month)</em>. Why not? Why wouldn't God allow that super-<em>freeek'n</em>-dooper, glorious <strong><em>HIGH</em></strong> for a month or 777 months?? Seee? Heaven isn't as boring or tasteless as you might think, doll; God loves you and God wants to provide the very best for you. I want Heaven, too, to serve you, honor you, love you, nekk with and cherish you for our eternity <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">---</span></strong> Lovers need to talk. Lovers need to lissen. And, most important, true lovers <em>WANNA</em> do both! True love, though, is infinite in possibilities: God is exactly the same. Aren't we perplexed by a God who very offen seems slow to hear, yet, very angry when He answers in His own time? And aren't we just a little suprised at whom God chooses? Not only the celebrated and dignified, like King David, Soloman, Isaiah, but also the weak, the head-injured, and the unwanted. The losers of this world, refusing to be silenced, refusing to be conformed to this planet without any right or wrong. God wants to talk to YOU about Heaven-Above to come and the fab-yoo-lous Kingdome; about the incredible splendour, the wealth falling like raindrops, and the totally-new-lifetime of the Great Beyond. <strong><em><span style="color: #993399;">VOILA!!</span></em></strong> Precisely where we step in. We must read the signs around U.S. The violent youth, the gangs, the white-trash-clothing, the drugs, the sex, the MTV, the killing of our babies, the music, the gays... heading for the inferno because we refused to lissen to our parents, our teachers, the law, to God. <strong>"Yes,"</strong> sez the Secret Service. <strong><em>"Jesus has left the building."</em></strong> Decide <em>now</em>: <strong>L</strong> or <strong>R</strong>. God bless you, girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 78%;">-Jesus to Saint <strong><a href="http://my.homewithgod.com/gertrude/">Gertrude</a></strong>.</span></div>
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