God hasn't been talking to me a bunch lately, since about when I decided not to take things seriously any more, including whether God is talking to me much. (The advice I've been getting has been spotty at best anyhow.)
God did come by for a quiet talk last night. Things are apparently getting too confusing for a certain conservative Someone of average intelligence to cope with.
Maybe it's just me, but God hasn't been all that much fun any more, mostly like everyone you got to know before kindergarten, in my experience. As you all grow up, you grow apart, usually for good reasons — some, you realize, are giant egomaniacal assholes. Not me, I hope. I've always been small for my size.
God has been hitting the bottle again. I can smell it from over here. Expect more random crazy arm waving and lightning bolts and pronouncements about this, that, and whatever. I just ignore it, and then when God sobers up again, it all goes quiet and back to boring. Meh.
God — what a douche bag. I've known dog turds that were more fun to be around.
Looks like God changed the locks on heaven again. I like to go there every now and then, quietly enter, wander around for a bit, and leave, being grateful that I don't have to live there. Luckily I know a guy who's smarter than their staff locksmith.
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Me? Gonna hear back from Someone, I bet.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
