tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645554669355760340.post2961326704163515123..comments2024-03-29T00:46:41.875-07:00Comments on Illogical Contraption: NIGHTS AFTER DARK: EPISODE 61 - SHELBY AND ERIK ARE DRUNK AGAIN (LOKED AND WOKED EDITION)Shelby Cobrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04077451792653323915noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645554669355760340.post-4253820590208467792016-08-03T08:50:35.748-07:002016-08-03T08:50:35.748-07:00Wanna join me?
What's your address in Heaven,... Wanna join me?<br /><br />What's your address in Heaven, dear? Dunno? Mine's 111 Rock-Solid-Ave, Milky Weight, Seventh-Heaven. My sub/dude, neon mansion? Mama mia. A grandiose, exquisitely detailed, 3-acre-stuccoish home in a cul-de-sac with mountain-bike-trails we may conform with our thots. Why limit Almighty God? Why not fire-ALL-cylinders? My intimacy with women Upstairs? Subtle, stupendous -to- supersonic Sunday School which is an excessive exaggeration of our lives woven together: push-button, point-blank, Newtonian-laws-of-improv where one force of kick-ass, party-hardy, white-water-rawness equals every, single, evening with phorNphood, avatars, tender faeries, cereal killers and symbiotic, front-row-seats. Whew. Yes, of course! Baby making is most certaintly an option! ...yet, I gotta wanna see how She feels sharing me. My many planets? Gorgeous girls? Gott'm. Gotta lotta'm. Gotta gobba IQ, too, withe K2 orchestra only accessable to those with adolescent behavior: TOTALLY YOURS!!! How??? Gotta accept Jesus, missy!! Gotta. Wanna. Or you're sooo out-of-order, toots. Therefore, let's accelerate to the Maximum POW!er; let U.S. 'populate' the universe with i2i loyalty to the Bright Son. Wanna join me in God's wild Kingdome?? Chop, chop, dear. Time's running-out for us in this existence finite PS: Time, as an entity, is also mortal: aint no time in Seventh-Heaven, dollface ...yet, puh-lenty of time to love due to the superior-supply-of-summer...<br /><br />...cuzz the only other realm aint too cool: sweltering, cramped and Fugly rotten; Pokemon sawing-off your cranium with a chainsaw, no purchase necessary; nasty darkness, eternal starvation, Satan lies like a Persian rug; o'er-the-Hillary profusely cakkkling for eternity. How purrrecious! sez Gollum. 'Nuff sed. Decide NOW. Make Your Choice -SAW.<br /><br />MyCrucifixIsMyFix.blogspot.com<br />trustNjesusAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09161116712679365281noreply@blogger.com