God is Alive

[Guest]

I figure that if there were a "god", it wouldn't have been so mean as to drop me in this dump, unless it had a deathwish... So there can't be a "god"... But I sure bet that somewhere in your ranks you've got demons...



I'm really not into what most folks are into theses days, and any days.. as some of you have probably clued-into by now... And you sure aren't into the stuff I'm into... That's too obvious...
Right now I have about 800 projects on the go... One project is to have a meteorite gently brush against my clothing, as it comes in, to give me a little "kiss", so I get to see and feel what's inside-it before it slams into something.. and to get a pix of it...

I've had them touch-down 20-feet away.. One on the shed roof above me.. and three bounce of the roofs of my car and truck, while I was in them... leaving a dent that indicated if they had hit me, they would have just brushed me...

One burned-up before it got to me, and all that was left of it was a streak of fluid clarity, and only enough momentum to brush grass blades 90-degrees, with a sudden "Swisshhh" sound, but no impact audio, a couple inches from my foot, where I just happened to be glancing down, with my camera in hand, but too late... I saw the beam... I suppose that's about as far as being a meteorite goes, to the point that it's nothing but a lost beam of momentum, like how a soul dies within a dead mind...

So now that I've the meteorite thing clicked-in.. This project it to photograph a meteorite on impact, a couple inches from my feet... I figures I could auction the pix and camera and its chip, for a few bucks...
Just in case, I'm carrying a couple packets of triple-o sutures and a mini sketoclamp, in my wallet...

I found the two meteorites that slammed the trucks roof, and bounced... One is a perfect round ball, slightly fattened when it hit... Me thinks it would be a steel bolt, or the like.. which means that the earth orbit projects are letting their garbage fall upon our heads like bullets from the sky... My thinks that's asinine to permit humans to pile their garbage above our heads, to have it dangerously fall upon us whenever it happens to... If you little monsters wants to play in our Space, then show a little god-damned Respect for it!.. You' humes really gots to learn, that not everywhere is your garbage dump... Some places are special to Life.. like Everywhere!..

There's a fugink Huge meteorite a comin' straight at us... Is 50-miles flyby from earth OK.?
If we were ready, we could grab it, and slow it, and spin it around, and set it in the middle of the Sahara... I bet a lot of you gonna Bigtime mess your pants when it passes by a half at million m's per h... maybe y'all just shouldn't eat that day... Or view it from the toilet seat... And there's diapers too... your choice... but all your BS in the world ain't gonna stop it.. but I can...

"Mining Asteroids".. Would that earn me enough dollars to get these tooth fillings replaced..? That asshole dentist stuck pins touching nerves, to market root canals, and I really don't like to have-to microwave my salads... It's Amazing, the evil-things humans will do to humans, to suck the money out of poor victims... You money suckers aren't "human",, You've devolved so down the life-ladder, that you don't even have names yet...
When I gets my cosmic-hands on him, he's gonna be "promethius-2", only a lot worse...
It's gonna take me a whole bloody year to save up enough to get these horrid fillings replaced... not a pardy!.. I'll remember you.. like you are remembering me, you silly little mound of dragon kibbles...

My uncle had a third set of teeth buds.. he grew a third set of teeth... I want that!.. I just haven't found the right series parallel combinations, in the 18 glands series and parallels triggers, yet... What I am finding, is that there is a Lot more to "reality" than we could have known.. more than the planets and the suns could have known... They know nothing... They are desperate for input... And I give them only little hugs and tickles and kisses... asking that they send me a cosmic-lover, who is real good at BJ's... But the first time I tried to work it, I got a sweet young lassie, good at BJ, but her chest turned into a blackwidow hugging me, and I just couldn't bring myself to embrace the BW a second time...
The next try, something nearly took the roof off the building... is why next time, there won't be a roof.. and if it wants to play mean, I'll show it "mean"...
If it wants to play love, it will probably want to be taking notes if'n it can't get its spontaneous up'n at 'em... And if it just wants to feed.. well, I ain't a restaurant, nor your mummy, nor a bloodbank.. keep searching!.. there's nothing here for you, beast...

Why so negative ?

[cosmicB]

Why not?..

[mithros]

..as is her majesty Angelina Jolie.. as is the bumble bee nesting in my shed.. as is the Planet Earth.. as is the Sun... I am pleased you noticed... You must be "psychic"..?

The fact that all honest loving warrior females are "her majesty" to me, doesn't make stealing right for you...

You worship Paris Hilton.

[cosmicB]

Nope!.. but I bet Miss Paris would make for a hell of a hot fantastic night, teaching her why it's so good to be Woman... I'd call her "girlfriend", nothing more... Miss Paris is America's best attempt yet at pumping out an American Empress... She's cute'n all, and light weight, like "sports model", and probably lots of weird and wonderful fun too, anywhere I'd roam with her little majesty.. but I can't worship anything... I don't even worship Life.. it's just a tool... You are just a tool too...

I can't find anything in Life worthy of worship... It's all just what was left over of ones food, after the shidt was expelled.. And now days most of it is the shidt too... To worship is to be insane... The act of "worshiping" emits the same class of stench cancerous excrement does... To "worship", means "to have failed in Love & Life".. the ultimate insanity...
Howzabout you..? Are you sucked into worshiping anything in Hell's Insanity temples..?

[Guest]

Why not?..

No, why as in why do you choose to, what are the reasons to ?

[Guest]

Nevermind, question already answered.

[cosmicB]

Howzabout you..? Are you sucked into worshiping anything in Hell's Insanity temples..?

Is there a special way to kneel, so you get your god's attention better and more than the "slouch-kneelers"..?

Which prayer gets you the most grace-points..?

How many grace-miles must you accumulate to deserve you a prime place in heaven..?


The question remain: "Why do you pray in hell"?..

[FannyFarkleBacon]

cosmicB has a s6it and fart fetish. look at the thousands of times that he refers to it.

cosB, are you the quest that post about wearing nappies? don't be shy, tell us MORE.

[cosmicB]

Farts are fun...

[cosmicB]

Howzabout you..? Are you sucked into worshiping anything in Hell's Insanity temples..?

Is there a special way to kneel, so you get your god's attention better and more than the "slouch-kneelers"..?

Which prayer gets you the most grace-points..?

How many grace-miles must you accumulate to deserve you a prime place in heaven..?


The question remain: "Why do you pray in hell"?..

[cosmicB]

http://godisimaginary.com/ijoin.htm

[cosmicB]

"We just folded space to Icks"...


I'm watering new seeded grass.. when I'm thinking.. "I sense the new neighbor will offer me a beer, to check me out a little... The new neighbor offers me a beer... First one I've had in two years... So I follows the progression of its toxins in my Being's systems.. recording effects, conditions, and changes as they occur...
Three quarters through the can, I have this vile metal after taste like "aluminum electricity" on teeth... "HoYEee!"... and it feels like a giant hand is squishing me into the dirt... "Double Hoyeee!"... Not my idea of a pardy!...

_______

I tested coke, once, A wicked witch young fox approached us strolling along the beach at midnight, and offered to scrape a few lines off a brazil pink rock... Four each.. "WhooH!"..
and "YikeS!"... {I know it's "bad stuff", but once couldn't harm... The body's cleaner systems would deal it clean out.. but then I would have the new data on the substance, in relation to the body, brain, and mind... I'd find it on my own, given that all I ever hear about coke is extreme "bad"... Time to look-see for myself, just once... Same test for each controversial substance... Test each once... Take it, to the limit, just one time...

I feels the anesthetic moving into cerebral areas via plumbing... It feels same as the two pentathol shots I experienced... I followed them too... Coke goes the same route... But it quickly falls-off... Pentathol is a lot better ride, but it knocks you out cold.. like "ice just got pumped into a vein... Then the ride begins.. but you got nothing to hold onto, in being transpelled into that much reality, that fast...
I gets a flash vision that cocaine will be a major trade item in dealing with the aliens who are visiting us in 15-years time... They don't know we've got their favorite drug, and they intend to check it out on how much time we've got remaining, as life, before they can return to mine this planet for our bones, its biologicals, and its metals, given that we killed ourselves, and it, long ago...

I see the world is run by those on cocaino... This is a cocaine culture... The power driving the culture is cocaino, therefore the tail, you, are imbed within a cocaino culture, whether you pray, or not... whether you pick your nose in private, or not... Whether you're skaweezing god's balls in an ever tightening fist, or not... Whether you're an active pirate, or not...

The question remain: "Are you alive, or dead"..?


You should see the mess "me and coke" did to an epic biblical piece of art sketch, whilst under the influence of that coke test... It Shocked! me... It pulled-up deep emotion tthat I didn't even know I had.. and it came out in the art... A good test...

It took me weeks to determine just what it was in the art... I concluded that it "added the feelings dished by hell", to my great work of art.. of an arena full of extremely large hungry wild lions, chasing, attacking, ripping to shreds, and devouring, Screaming innocent gentle humans, alive, in an great roman coliseum/arena... is when I realized that this is our culture's base... I had to sit... I had to lay... I had to get that thought out of my head... "too-much reality"...

[cosmicB]

I'm spraying autobody rust primer on this ole jeep.. and the fumes are getting to me just a tiny.. enough to know it's a toxin... and I realizes that the goal of democracy is to make this so perfect a culture, that accidents can't ever happen.. Crime is non-existent, but for the chosen ones.. for them crime is OK, cuz they legitimizes it for their stature, only... Everything is as perfect as they make force it be... forsaking our rights for fugink mirror of honesty at yourselves for a change.. in forsaking that they are essentially putting the shackles and brakles upon evolution, our evolution.. our life... our goals... or very existence... To them our lives are a collateral commodity... That be the present definition of "humanity"... We really do need to redefine humanity, while we can still process thought legally... Ohhh.. I see there's gonna be witch hunts, and bloody murders all over the planet, when christianity gets its third Inquisition started and rolling over life like it's meant to be killed for love of god... And some of you label me crazy... Whoa!.. Look in the mirror!..

The present legal system is evolution's brakes, so nothing new will be here to fit into the puzzle... They want the puzzle to stop long enough to own it as a their interpretation of "god".. is why humans war... It seems that gods haven't got the slightest concept of love... All they ever do is cause us pain and sorrow, and grief...
Gods! Get your hells out of our lives!.. Go Away!.. We given you all the bullshit in our lives, and a quarter of our money, and all of our lies.. and you never give us anything in return, but more grief and death... Go Away!.. Mankind has it in him to live a lot better without you crazy do-nothing gods holding us in a shrinking box... Go back to your crazy hells!.. return back into the nightmares of the Insane. You are of no further use here!..

Everything we apply to our "gods", is what a few of us found in humanity... It's us... But we push it away far enough so we won't need to experience the pains of loss, in having failed to know truth...


Talk about a Paradox!.. "WhooH!".."The ride of the century" me thinks..
I sense there's an absolutely Huge paradox in there...
Have a pardy... with caution.. that-one might "untie your belly-button.. and your bum fall off"... burn frankincense... taste cinnamon... a fire... soft music that paints a delicate flowing picture in the mind's lab... go for it... Maybe I'll see you in your lovely heaven one day, should I ever opt to visit your "silly little fart in the wind"... but likely not... You on you own puppy... Souly on your own... During transition, you must become a Being of light, for a couple seconds... You must do it by will alone... Pure will = "love"... You must be a creature of love to effect the first door into the afterlife... Hell is to be nothing, forever... Molecules hold the complete memory of their lives... If you look close enough, you can read their stories...

I want to create Life in a lab... I want to build new-life molecules from petroleum, to grow synthetic replacement organs, androids, skin-graft PC's, and cultured pets...
I want to pilot my flycar at 1200 m's per h, around the perimeter of south america...
I want to "fish the waters of the world" from my floating/flying little palace... I want to do what it takes to boost my friend's life-expectancies to around 300+... What's so wrong with that?.. Then we can all fuk and suck together for hundreds and hundreds of years... What's so wrong with that..? I do so enjoy Woman's lovely firm tits and soft pussy... Nothing else like it... Woman is the only good thing in my life... The rest of my life is boxed in your lovely christian/democratic hell on earth... is why I don't go out much anymore... Even that is polluted by your infamy... It's your craZY Hell out there...

If you aren't interested in living to 300.. Fine!.. then BUGGER OFF.. beat-it!... I'm interested in chatting with good folks who are interested in pushing longevity to its max... You can't stop it... It would be insane to even try... Yet still the bullies try to suppress my work, because they fear everything new, and everything change... Because if the world changed, they think they would fall off it... Get stronger pills FFS!...


Have you noticed, all around the world democracies are desperate to compete with America in everything, starting with the facade.. at the expense of the quality of life of the masses... It's like they've got us all in an arena, and are feeding on us gently sucking the life out of us.. just cuz they can... Coke burned their emotions out.. they lost their ability to love.. and now they are driving our lives into their little interpretations of "hell".. because they fantasize themselves "silver backs", but with mushy balls, and limp dicks, and big bank accounts, and the doubleO authority over anyone who dare attempt to augment peace in this war... Our democracy has gone insane, and is devouring us... Maybe we should dump democracy and create a system conducive to human life and living... because the system we've got now has failed us... Democracy is just a den of thieves, playing drunk god with our lives... They'll pay for it in forfeiting the afterlife... Evil can't fool the heavens by pretending it is good... It's like "shidt always smells like shidt, no matter what its silly disguise... Get stronger pills.. and let my people go... Let us get the hell out of your bottom barrel life... You are not our god, even if you did went to prime-university, and even if the dean blew your nuts that many times... So WhaT..?
You are just a set of clothing, hiding your own little version of Satan, in riding Life on our backs, just cuz you can, adding yet another spike to your spiked tax boots, to consume yet a little more of our lives in your great life-meal... You, reaching up our arses yet a little further with your useless carbon tax abomination rule for us to live by, for you to suckup another 2.5% of our lives, like the vampire drains its victims.. You who run humanity with no-love, are our extinction... We'll die, and you'll run out of food, and your only concern will be the maximum pain of eternal insatiable hunger... You who are even eating your kid's lives, as spice... You are the snake eating its own tail... You are the end of life... You are a "politician"... There won't be any politicians in heaven... and That you can take to the bank... Life could run itself on a thousandth the cost you run it on... We weren't born to be your meals and slaves... kindly Remove your fists from our arses!.. You, reaching up our arses yet a little further, with your useless bandaid scam "carbon tax", to suck yet another 2.5% of our lives-up, like the vampire drains its victims...

[mithros]

You are beholden to me.

[Guest]

"We just folded space to Icks"...


I'm watering new seeded grass.. when I'm thinking.. "I sense the new neighbor will offer me a beer, to check me out a little... The new neighbor offers me a beer... First one I've had in two years... So I follows the progression of its toxins in my Being's systems.. recording effects, conditions, and changes as they occur...
Three quarters through the can, I have this vile metal after taste like "aluminum electricity" on teeth... "HoYEee!"... and it feels like a giant hand is squishing me into the dirt... "Double Hoyeee!"... Not my idea of a pardy!...

_______

I tested coke, once, A wicked witch young fox approached us strolling along the beach at midnight, and offered to scrape a few lines off a brazil pink rock... Four each.. "WhooH!"..
and "YikeS!"... {I know it's "bad stuff", but once couldn't harm... The body's cleaner systems would deal it clean out.. but then I would have the new data on the substance, in relation to the body, brain, and mind... I'd find it on my own, given that all I ever hear about coke is extreme "bad"... Time to look-see for myself, just once... Same test for each controversial substance... Test each once... Take it, to the limit, just one time...

I feels the anesthetic moving into cerebral areas via plumbing... It feels same as the two pentathol shots I experienced... I followed them too... Coke goes the same route... But it quickly falls-off... Pentathol is a lot better ride, but it knocks you out cold.. like "ice just got pumped into a vein... Then the ride begins.. but you got nothing to hold onto, in being transpelled into that much reality, that fast...
I gets a flash vision that cocaine will be a major trade item in dealing with the aliens who are visiting us in 15-years time... They don't know we've got their favorite drug, and they intend to check it out on how much time we've got remaining, as life, before they can return to mine this planet for our bones, its biologicals, and its metals, given that we killed ourselves, and it, long ago...

I see the world is run by those on cocaino... This is a cocaine culture... The power driving the culture is cocaino, therefore the tail, you, are imbed within a cocaino culture, whether you pray, or not... whether you pick your nose in private, or not... Whether you're skaweezing god's balls in an ever tightening fist, or not... Whether you're an active pirate, or not...

The question remain: "Are you alive, or dead"..?


You should see the mess "me and coke" did to an epic biblical piece of art sketch, whilst under the influence of that coke test... It Shocked! me... It pulled-up deep emotion tthat I didn't even know I had.. and it came out in the art... A good test...

It took me weeks to determine just what it was in the art... I concluded that it "added the feelings dished by hell", to my great work of art.. of an arena full of extremely large hungry wild lions, chasing, attacking, ripping to shreds, and devouring, Screaming innocent gentle humans, alive, in an great roman coliseum/arena... is when I realized that this is our culture's base... I had to sit... I had to lay... I had to get that thought out of my head... "too-much reality"...