Chapter Thirty-Three: Invitation
Fragments of eternity had been scattered throughout history,
and then gathered into one piece with the sands of endless time and glistening
stardust. He knew he would have to find more lost pieces and fit them together.
High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWhile I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our 24 blogs a lottagobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet, packaged, concise.
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed:
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write);
God believes in you.
God. Blessa. Youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Meet me Upstairs, girly, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where we get
astronomically prodigious,
immeasurably extensive,
monumentally tremendous,
stupendously substantial,
infinitely titanic
(XnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillions…
of delicious opportunities for excitement BTW).
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.