... where are you now?" "On the world," with gay pride. "Precisely. The things of the world are NOT of God." "There ain't no God," smugly acclimated. "Dumbass, you cannot use the common vernacular in a double negative." "YOU'RE A BIG, HAIRY LOSER ANYWAY!!!!!" "If you wanna live - " he gasped!! "Aren't I alive??" Suddenly, there was a great, big mirror in his wicked claw, as he touched his face; he preenedNprodded, he made his Ps and Qs, and did whatever the damned do. Then, as quickly as a flea jumps into nowhere, the great, big mirror POOF!! vanished. "Whew!! I thot I was dead!! Don't scare me, zippy." I almost up-chuckled - what he doesn't know might just scare him to death. I made a face. He stuck out his index finger and made a motion with his lips: Flippa-Flappa. I did a cool, Three-Stooges-Move. He, hopelessly passé, jumped around like KISS, took off his corrupt watch, and bent time. I sed, "General Mayhem, sir!!!" He sed, "Look! The surly girly!" "Ya moral turpitude," with a wave of me hand, sentencing Saint Thomas Moore to death by King Henry - bad choice by the VIII, dude. And, yuck, he did something too rank to describe. "Don't letchur mom see that," sed I, "or she'll take away them mags." Cool. He flipped-me-the-bird which died. Not cool. "Not tonight, faithless." Whoa! he ACT-ually ralphed!! "You win! Enough! You win!" You can never beat the love Almighty who lives in me. " ... and another reason," steady again as a rockNroll with duress, settling down on me cloud, "the Catholic church is your ticket to the TRUTH? Jesus can only have but ONE spouse; Jesus established only ONE church, not a collection plate of differing churches. Polygamy is evil." "That coward." "Who's the wussy-man here, ya plastic stud?" "Watch it. Time is of the essence, ya Jesus freeek!" he shouted with his green-thumb (no gardens down there though). "Boo-hoo, ya dead pigskin." "Again, where are you now? That settles the question, huh?" with a note of finality and grace like Tschaikovsky. I took a few more steps to the elevator, taking me outta this hell of heat. he spewed-out his grisly dirt, "HeeHee I won, ya fucknugget," with a caustic sneer. Like an overly tired, decayed, brown banana filled with worms and fruit flies you'd throw in the trash, throw to New Joisey, I turned around to face this rigorous, Boston massacre. Gonna fight. Gotta win for you, God. Can't let'm think I'm a... a... schlub! I'm a rock, I'm Van Gogh's starry-sky, I'm a super-dooper-nova, I'm a tranceNdental (good name for braces) precursor, I'm a white whole, I eat the proud, guerilla-like-countercultural-politics devoid of any wild-punches. "Know what I heard on the Dennis Miller show a looong time ago?" "Ummm..." "You have just about as much chance of Heaven as does Charley Manson of getting released." I sighed. "For alla the alternatives TO Catholicism are showing themselves to be comprehensively inadequate, dyed-in-the-wool surreal. How can this be? Don't we all worship the same Master? Something is pulling THEM toward it," I pointed my digit, that confused, helpless giant. "That something is truth." he scoffed, "Truth? What is truth??" A corrosive shiver ran up my spine to say hello to my mind. "Gee, you sound JUST like Pontius Pilate," I whispered. Satan shouted all the louder, "I don't like where this blasphemous discussion is headed!!!" "Oh?" sed I. "And where would you like for it to go?" Ooops. Big mistake. "Down, baby. Give it to me," with his tongue lolling. "You're sick. Wanna psychotic psychologist?" If looks could kill, he would take the whole, nasty pot-pie. I continued, lucky for a break in the overcast skies. "Puh-leeze! Where Janet and I could teach you the Way, the Truth, and the Life if you'd only step down? If you'd only take a bath?" he slowly unwound his middle finger. "Yet - " "No, I'm not showing you my trim derriere, Mrs. Anna Thema." "The Decline of Western Civilization is who - " "That 80s, cult flik???" "Bingo. Wasn't it the Vandals who sang Scott Brown??" "Good point!" *koff* "No sanctity without mastery of thy body, El Diablo, which you apparently have yet to achieve: if the Rue de Christos is to be traveled, if we are to get where Heaven lies just beyond the furthest star, gotta wanna be some mortification, Mr. Seedy; the faithfull person, the FIDelis, goes on crucifying their passions both in the marriage bed AND in the pit. Cool. Thank you for bringing that up!" I could tell he was frustrated by my overcoming/angst when this came outta my mouth: "The Holy Spirit 'ex necessitate REI' in this brief time on earth, evidence of AGAPE love." "But - " "Hush-up. They're all fine and right and good, those non-Catholic-churches, but they don't teach the WHOLE truth about the HOLE where you reside." "Yet - " "Haveta turn the steak over, ruthless. The French word 'ici' means 'here'. Doesn't Catholicism have the same? HERE I am, sez our Jesus." he screeemed, "J'COMPREHEND!!! J'COMPREHEND!!!" Those black, outstanding words-of-hate were discarded at me like so many used comdumbs. I ducked down to avoid'm, to avoid the dead-ication. he yelped from across the void, "I'll have to agree witchu there, SnowWhite." "Truly, I sayeth unto thee," as I pressed my advantage for I knew time was running away. "This is UN-equaled by any institution in history. None of them can claim to be the church Jesus Christ established," as quickly as death comes upon thee, like vomit, succinct and offensive. "Bill Gates is a geeek, ya eggshell." "No comment. Think back to 1999, k? Who won the NCAA basketball championships? Did the Blue Devil's win? Thot not. So, a very clear picture of what you, ya BIG LIAR, do for them - NOTHIN." "Don't ya think I know? I know what turns the world: the callous carnage of the capitalist." Goody. Foreign relations had turned back to where they were before: what once was a pertinent dichotomy, was now a full-blown-hatred for each other; he was fulla lies, filth, and wisdom unholy, while I was literally and figuratively above that. And you know full-well we're never gonna change his panacea. "Arrrgh! Curse you! I spit on thee for making'm see!! Go to hell..." he bared his dime-store-fangs; snarled like a beaten cur with his tail between his legs, now a hefty, beautifull woman's beckoning me to follow. "Some other time, some other century, ya boob," as he almost returned to his vulgar, venereal hole. he reminded me of the Socs in the Outsiders: they have it all, but, yet, they have nothing. "How foolhardy, boy, are you who simply don't comprehend your miserable state, making this feeble earth your Masonic king, your weeble-wobble." "Ah! Weebles-Wobble, but they don't fall down: they descend to me with pen ink, no superficial lines, bold colours and proud nouns," he whispered. "What kinda twisted jackass stix a scalpel up her crotch??" "Read between the lines, zombies. Only caring about the hereNnow, the easy path, the easy way out by self-deception - " I finished it: "And they're so dang beautifull, them young people witheir always-right, know-nothin-speech! If they'd only open their eyes instead of walking into walls they cannot see." I saw how we were truly bi-polar and not just in direction. "DEAD?? No, ya fool, they ain't dead. They're roasting alive in the marriage bed." And if you live with no conscience, you'll be the cow in the casket, too. I raised my eyes above the herd - he thot nuthin' of the lie. I shook my head, "Show me these things and I shall be the first to pay you homage, since your right hand is strong enough to save you." "Job - " "Doesn't matter. We both know it's in the Bible. How sorry you are, Satan," I whispered, though my words were quickly shattered by my eyes that perceived reality. "Your choice, ya faggot, ya woodBsaint." "The term 'faggot' is a pile of schticks." "My point exactly." "Looky here, prey-O-worms," as I got all staunch and business like. "I have the Voice of conscience, while you have the voice of science. Which ones of the earth? Which ones gonna plummet like the stock market in the 30s? Though it's funny, how 'con' and 'science' makes up a pure conception putting U.S. in the right." "You alone don't know nuthin." "That's precisely why I go to Confession: Jesus knows everything," conFIDent in His Divinity. "Gimlee, son of Groin, Jesus knows nothing. Screw you. God doesn't love you. The world loves you. Live for the world! Live for me!!" "Ha! You're nothing. Your reign... You're how long it takes a giraffe to swallow, ya sex-fiend." "Mere creature of the flesh," he rolled his contraband eye at me. "The negative skinNbones verses the positive spirit are two, completely opposite forces at war with one another inside humanity's bodies, almost like the Yin and Yang." "Bravo, lil' man! I look down on you for speaking the first TRUE words in ages. And the expiration date of the Voice of Eternal Wisdom sez 'Don't be either scared nor discouraged of others if you must do so to carry your Cross after Me! How truly blessed you are if the world opposes you! Thinking evil of thy Holy Desires, decrying your just conduct, and unjustly taking away your dignity and your possessions', ya poor, cow-herd." Yep. God laughs at U.S. when we try to make plans while the Liar tries to make us conformers. Difficult to know which path, right? However, just follow Jesus to The End; He'll keep U.S. safe. "But, yet, our grand, ostentatious society, fulla passing pleasure and vanishing-like-the-sand-dune-wealth, ends at your demise; in your Final Hour, alla the world is a packa wolves and a buncha lies." "Blah, blah, blah." "Shut, up, you sterile dog. His Voice cannot be heard over the noise of this world," wiped the sweat from my forehead. "So sayeth the prophet and the fool," I finished with my arms folded and my mouth closed, like a person deep inside a casket; then, silence and stillness. Stillness comes o'er the womb, a complete and total vapour, like death in her utter amnesty, I finished. "Again? Didn't catch that fly ball. Spent too much time at the fair." Couldn't believe it. I, too, was confounded and mortified by his voluminous, voluptuous stupidity. "You remind me of someone." "Oh?" picking at his long, wicked nails. "Jean Edouard Vuillard... BECAUSE HE'S DEAD," guffawing. "The state line of Illinois? Almost entirely composed of rivers, right? That's like you, wormdog: entirely flushed-out and dead, like lil' pups drowning in the rivers current." "Fetid, yet, delicious with a lil' Pinot Grigio 1977. Mama mia." "And you're how old?" Laughing, "That ain't yer reeel name! I know yer reeel name! I know yer reeel name!!" in a sing-song-voice. "And it's queer." I realized then, with our convo going nowhere faster, there was no point. Look, go, if you wanna. Quite easy. While I myself wouldn't advise it, that choice rests in your hands. Where? Where d'ya think? AVOID THE ABYSS AT ANY COST You cannot find peace in this world without our Lord and Saviour. Try as you might. Huge, tall buildings, cars and moolah won't do it. Just takes you further and further away. Don't be silent, either. Let the world come to their Father! Our country has just begun a new century, far distant from the God it proclaims to trust. Instead of freedom, our government has chosen slavery and sin; the Christian principles it was founded upon have been distorted, twisted, and compromised so the citizens of most value and esteem are the rich, the young, and the powerful. This is NOT of God. The Ten Commandments are no longer valued and those that do abide by 'em face mockery. The lowest of the low, the poorest of the poor, the weakest of the weak - such as the unborn - are the ones of most importance to the Almighty. It is the treatment of such as these that will determine the future of our country and of the world. "You're a sackOdung, Satan. And stop offending the Sacred Heart of Jesus, dig?" "Gotcha. Me and the pack? We ain't interested in prostitutes. They're boring. Bright, yummy, meat-filled-joks, however, too caught-up in this passing world, too transfixed on the janitor's genitalia, too enthralled on the five-senses, not the sixth one - life. My butt-ugly-demons have'm right where they wannum. On the road to ruin, on the road to Hell, baby," he rubbed his hands together and licked his lips as if he was at a damn BBQ. "Son, lissen - " "I ain't yer son, evil dude." "I ain't saying this again." "Amen." "I simply draw'm like a pen on paper down the page; I lead'm like a puppet-government ever down, they blindly follow the masses in the dark with no questions asked, groping, searching, never quite finding their way without the answer. If they'd only open their eyes! But, alas, they fall into Hell like the catwalk on the 'Wall', following their retarded conformity to the establishment... BUT YOU, YA MUTHAFUCKER!! WITH YER SLICK JINGLES AND YER WHIMSICKLE, MONTE PYTHONISM!!!" he snarled. "You're a Catholic with a severe attitude problem!! A - " I laughed so hard, I almost rolled over the edge. "You poor, weeek thing:" whispered. "WHY DONTCHU COME DOWNTOWN?? WE'LL SEE HOW WEEK I AM!!!" he skreemed. "A non-stick-stiff of a secondary school - very abstract how your logic evolved. Why don't you repent? Free those souls from eternal fire??" ...
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(where my mileage was? fuzzy B9?
where you'll find the completion)
