Awesome, complex and very rich progressive composition!
The beginning and the end purport the same. The Eternal One dwells within us.
Even if your soul were gone, your prayers and curses will remain in this world.
They will change, your intentions turned into wisdom will run along the universe.
Today I will also be doing some rewriting, a renewal of my own. I’ve been saved from death.
My beloved ones, don’t mourn me because I’m not gone. Below the canopy of stars now I can see.
Inside it, like a loving father, our Creator dwells. Can you sense the greatest affection and sacrifice?
Embrace it, bow down, this unconditional kiss of love is for all of us, in eternal communion. It will be nice to rejoin.
Real talk: if you never actually watched Neon Genesis Evangelion all the way through, everything you know about it is wrong.
Although for that matter, even the people who watched it all the way through are wrong about it.
Let’s talk about the creator: Hideaki Anno, and why he’s happiest when you are angry.
I’m so going to love the 4.0 movie, no matter what~ :D
Don’t Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ing.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can’t-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. “Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don’t I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!” I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. “How many Indians could there be?” said by General Custer. “Looks like a good day for a drive!” by JFK. “There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!” by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic ****- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own **** blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: “It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks.”
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn’t enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn’t just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON’T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
*facepalm…* Their personal god is so tiny… It pales to the real almighty God that can rule over MILLIONS (and eternity) and is graceful enough to ACTUALLY TAG THE FOSSILS WITH RADIOACTIVE DECAY SO YOU CAN DATE THEM! From my point of view, science is a gift and I FUCKING LOVE IT!
I feel pity for those kids…
I don’t understand people who think drunk texts are annoying. I think drunk texts are so cute. Just think of it this way, you’re who that person is thinking of when their brain isn’t even functioning properly, you’re who that person is thinking of when they can’t even form coherent sentences. You’re on that person’s mind when they have the motor skills of an infant, that’s pretty fucking awesome if you ask me.
Pastor: Now, according to a few passages in the bible, homosexuality is a sin.
Couple of older males in the audience: Amen!
Pastor: Now, wait, I’m not finished.
Pastor: You know what else the bible defines as a sin? Divorce.
Pastor: There are countless passages that talk about how divorce is wrong, and that there are consequences to getting a divorce, such as the wife should be stoned.
Pastor: Yet, I witnessed a divorce just this morning. And I gotta tell you, it was heartbreaking, but I definitely didn’t attempt to throw rocks at the wife, even though she was the one who filed for divorce.
Pastor: We choose to overlook the consequences of divorce because time has proven that they’re inhumane and cruel.
Pastor: The bible doesn’t say anything about the consequences of a homosexual lifestyle. Yet, we seem to be spearheading a campaign to ruin the lives of people we don’t even know.
-the pastor shifts a few notes around-
Pastor: The bible states to love thy neighbor. That’s it. There are no other rules or restrictions to that passage.
Pastor: So, we as a church family have to support equality with a smile on our face. THAT is the true Christian way.
I don’t typically use this space to preach, but lately I’ve been giving this a good thought, for my own peace of mind. I may not be a bible expert but I came to the surprising fact that, despite two millennia in between that time and ours, we really don’t understand the gospel. Some ecclesiastic authorities and a vocal group of “Christians” still take the pharisee world view that Jesus himself came to denounce. Would he be alive in our times, He’d still live surrounded by our contemporaneous “sinners”.
Along with bringing salvation, Jesus came to the world to perfect the understanding of the laws coming from God; yes, even Leviticus 20:13. An abridged version, since we are hardheaded enough, of the law is contained in the new commandment: 1 Peter 1:13-25 and from Jesus Christ himself, whole John 15.
An heterosexual couple can be as sinful as an homosexual one, and that is elaborated along many other sins at 1 John 2:1-17, emphasis on versicle 16. As long as the love is pure, thing that is humanly hard to attain, there is no fault. If there is fault, as long as the couple embraces Christ as their teacher and savior with an honest heart, their sin is cleansed.
As I see it, if the anecdote is true, this pastor does not need to cite the bible as I do to make his justification, for he is guided by the Holy Spirit, and that’s the true christian way.
But if people still beg for the pharisee way, for the self-entitled righteous hard of heart, just remember: Matthew 7:1-6; Luke 6:37-42 and Romans 14:1-12. (And if you need harsher words, John 8 and Romans 2).
Haha, wut? Anon, you asked if “whoever said they were raped post a journal?” which I truthfully replied with an “I don’t know, I don’t care.” Don’t...