# 8
Ever get the feeling you're not alone; like there's a mysterious entity present? Yeah, me either, although I've always wanted to be one of those dudes pried from my car in the middle of the Australian desert that you read about in quality newspapers and web sites, who was removed while drinking VB and masturbating to a U2 CD. It probably explains why it was odd to feel a breath of unknown origin sweep past my left ear just then: no open windows; no anonymous admirers; (maybe) no intergalactic princesses ready to force me from my beloved wife and kids against my will; no hand of Bill Hicks on my shoulder or silent nodding of wisdom for me to interpret that it's only a ride and that my kind is playing a fruitless hand that will end in loss of biblical proportions.
I want to be one of those freaks that commands his brain to see beyond what it accepts for granted and looks, smells, feels, tastes the existence of other realms, exploring their cornucopia of delights, be they good, bad or indifferent.
Then again, ever get the feeling fundamental Christians are wankers? Yeah, me too, which is why they're so quick to point out what's wrong with everyone else in the world apart from them and why it's imperative that every fellow believer be armed to the teeth with weapons; in case some mysterious unknown force fucks up their perfectly blissful world by inadvertently proclaiming that Christianity is full of deceipt and lies that have been perpetuated for centuries in order to keep mankind in check; perhaps keep mankind from exploring the countless realms that really exist beyond our conventional knowledge.
Don't get me wrong; if I thought destroying the planet's inhabitants on the way to living beyond comprehensible riches somehow backfired to where I was living in an air-tight bunker with canned franks and beans as my sole means of survival, I'd be fifteen years into my unshaven existence by now and as fanatical about Jesus saving my fat uneducated arse as the next Christian.
Unfortunately for my family and I, our desire to outlast a catastrophe of natural or mankind induced proportions doesn't exceed our desire to try an alternative; say, dying at the hands of these religious zealots and accepting our fate that perhaps life on another astral plane could be slightly more rewarding than remaining captive in a world ridden with religious fuckholes.
In the name of God; the only God, I demand more oil. And government overseen procreation, with comfortable beds and/or kitchen tables, and good porn for motivation just in case a few of the swimmers misfire, for the world doesn't need another non-believer to question the word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God. The word of God.
I think I kind of lost my way towards the end there.
2 comments:
RIP BT3, hello Andy Kaufman.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Don't get me started on christianity, or ANY organised religion for that matter.
Unstable moral high ground built on shifting tectonic plates of mythology, one and all.
Christianity is the cleverest, because it takes so little effort to be a part of the in crowd.
Drink, shag, kill, rape and sin all you like. As long as you repent, we'll let you into heaven.
Brilliant.
Indeed. To everything you wrote.
Who are these people to judge what I do or don't believe in? Why is my non belief in their God of such importance to them and why do they pursue the cause through every available means, even when I state categorically, time and again, that I'm not interested?
Perhaps it's part of the grand plan; round up as many sheep as possible and see how big the bonfire gets. That's given me an idea.
There's got to be something other than religion to tie it all together. Surely.
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