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Jesus, I trust in You

WHAT TO SAY if grays knock on your door witheir spooky, alternative endings,

their plethora-of-fabricator-accolades-which-reeeks-like-the-sewer-they-came-outta:

“See this, fools?” (hold-up Cross/Rosary ‘round neck). “Who’s this, thy-farts-art-

foul? Be gone in Jesus Name” (calmly shut rood) —> With all those Literal, Glorious

Crosses surrounding my humble abode (one of em sez: HELL AIN’T COOL), that

actually ‘smells’ like rank, palpable excrement to those neurotic-8th-graders. Wellll...

Almost. See, they’re on summer break-before-the-Lake of immortal narcissism —>

They can never gain entry if you speak the Name.

‘AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM!’ (Latin: for the Greater Glory of God!)

‘I have paid the price, but you must do your part’ -Jesus

Q: what’s free will?

A: God’s decision:

‘There are many ways to love my Son;

the Eucharist is only One’

-our Mother, 6.11.22

‘God only gives moxie

to those who see the

need for humility’

-blessed b9

So don’t be FELINE;

make a BEE-LINE

into God’s Arms.

Be bold! Be rogue!

Be on fire for God!!!

DO NOT be a lamechop;

don’t be a worthless, o’BOMBa shelter.

Exceed God’s extravaganza:

ACCEPT Jesus, ya wild card.

Take your first finger and

hold it close to your thumb.

The space in between is how

lengthy our lives are;

then comes eternity,

longer than Walmart,

longer than ‘exponentially extravagant’.

And who decides which realm?

We, ourselves and our eyes.

-the residude

Lessons On Humility:

Precious, precious RollyPollies in their black, RollsRoyce are extremely popular and phenomenally humble, no exception exists: plowing along withat elusive vibrancy, their aenteni implying their swagger, their relentless refusal to be impressive in their insuborinate behavior is remarkable and daunting, their adorable, self-centered-accuracy is priceless.

I nominate YOU for bugOyear, every year (dragonflies would come in less-than-a-nanometer behind). If sow bugs love to crawl under rocks to find safety from the world, however, I guess I'm a total-rolly-polly and Miss Wisdom is my rock

(FYI: chitin: the material in the bridge of your nose, not as hard as bone but close - precisely what their cute, lil 'shells' are made outta as they curl-up into a ball when they feel threatened. Dude. C'mon. My Pop's a psychiatristneurosurgeonparexcellance. Howd'ya think this knowledge morphed onto me?)

HOW LONG IS ETERNITY?
Say the universe is as long as California; furthermore, say the literal number 99999999... ran ALL the way upNdown that state in a Papyrus font. That alone would make anybody's soul pleased PRECISELY because you know the numeral would eventually come to an end, finally reach the epilogue.

Our existence is exactly like a TRI-angle, however large or small our finite existence is, and the base is earth where we were born. As you grow older, the TWO sides 

eventually meet, the TWO ultimately converge, or it wouldn't be called a TRI-angle, it'd be called a wreck-tangle like what happened to us.

A triangle grows together, nevertheless, the TRI-nity; exactly how God wants it, that's how God made us: a stopping point is decided for all - our mortal demise. In your Finite Existence, pick wisely wherest thou goest, bubba. Ain't no comin' back if you don't like it.

Unbelievable how I see most young adults who only lookit the superficial, never bothering to see the genuine, the substantial, refusing to look inside in this lost, culture of idols.

God does love U.S. passionately; however,
that doesn't take away our FREE WILL to turn away - whatever WE choose for our eternity, the Trinity will graciously bestow upon U.S.

"The blessed will not care what angle they're regarded from, having nothing to hide"
 -W.H.Auden

Quick! Catch that drip!!

Just imagine, if you will,
God and the raggedy,
black-sheep sitting
'round the campfire,
dusk is approaching,
shootin' the shit,
cuttin' the crap in Aramaic,
eating yummy fish and stale bread.

SUDDENLY!!
JUDAS LETS ONE RIP!!

Not to let his clothes katch fire,
not yet anyway, Jesus sees the
explosion, He hears the flagrant,
robust exultation as the Most High
waits till a sufficient distance has
elapsed before asking them if they'd
like to see an optilogical spectikle
of the Highest Magnitude, as the
ripe, juicy phart rises, slowly
dissipating into the Israeli atmosphere.

If the apostles farted as much
as I do, which you know some of 'em
did, wouldn't it be a succint scream
if Jesus lighted 'em with a wORd ...?

Wonder if He'll do that in Heaven -
pro'bly, if us mortals asketh Him.
Sulpher, common in our flatulations,
has an extremely HIGH combustion
rate, a very great possibility He did.

Betchur BOTTOM dollar the apostles
had a fun time in the wilderness.
Buncha hot-air, huh? You and i know
they did, so lighten-up about religion.

God's a "Most Excellent Dude"
-Bill and Ted
(softly caressing their air guitars)

Endless Freek

UP! (Useless Piece Info):

On a Cannondale Terra mountain bike ($880)
much heavier than a Specialized ($2100)
[see the difference in aluminum?]
I traveled 7,930.55ish milesOsmiles
in one year - I wanted to get the MOST
mileage of any living, head injured person 
in the world cycling in '08:

18-wheelers passing me by on the highway
not 15 inches from me on a downhill to
Omaha; coppers whizzin by me without the
protocol love of a jail cell; cycling sometimes
77 miles to find a philantrophic subculture,
my invisible verdict
of zero girlfriends.

Crazzy/insane... much like a placebo:
'Quite A Few Flew Over Cuckooz Nest'
Never doing that again.
I'm too involved in the
dysfunction of earth
to risk a grizzly,
bawlsy death.

Of course! You proooo'bly wont believe me
(some wallnutt could make 7,940 or 9,999).
But, yet, I know who does believe me: I shall
answer to Jesus at the croaking hour.

So blah.

the Abstract Kooky:

We had our accident
on October 30th, 1985:
as we were driving in her
compact car, now very compacted,
going to a debate practice,
a speeding truck driven by three youths
whom we were fairly good friends with,
hit Janet/I as we were stopped at a
four-lane-intersection not far from my
house going like 70 in a 35 - they were
late to a TaiKwonDo meet
on the other side of town.

Totally forgive you, Mark.
C’est la vie. Shit happens.

I wasn't mature enough to have faith
at the time, at 15, so Almighty God
gave me a head injury instead.
But, yet, in my coma, I know now,
I saw and experienced both eternities:
Hellfire scared the living #@!!° outta me.
Dunno why God saved me - prooo'bly
sHe knew I'd be the oneNonly catalyst
in saving others.

Janet Irene was a tall, thin, very bright,
buxom, bombastic, beautiful-to-behold
sweetheart and a Methodist who had
gone to church for yeeeers; that's why
the accident took her precious life at 17,
she had received alla the graces necessary
for salvation: incredible, indelible Janet
Irene passed-away due to a most severe
abdominal injury, as she smashed into my
L skull (effecting my R) with a stunning
head injury leaving me in a coma for
nearly ten days.

Nothing else is really important now, now that I have experienced death and saw Heaven and Hell. This alone matters: we live for God rather than El Diablo, the LIAR.

Again: AXIOM: Almighty God tells
the Truth; AXIOM: the LIAR just uses
U.S. to get his dirty-deeds-done
with ceaseless, popular progressive
ideology. When the LIARs done with U.S?
Satan shall drop-the-floor from under U.S.
Welcome2Hellfire, child!!! as I
believe I felt. Jesus-comes.com

The'navigator' - what my true name
means in Irish - says 'full speed ahead'.

<- See if you cant figure-out
the name I was born with by
the Saint who lived in the 14th?
century who sailed across the
ATLANTIC! in an outrigger.

<- Precisely why I have so
much moxie in the cranium.