16.11.17



there is no god

there is only the make believe  the wedge   fashioned to separate youperhaps from others  but definitely you from your money  the tithe(actually a tipa gratuity  to endeavor you to suspend your imaginationOops  Faith(thats with a capital F)  though it cuts against my grain that anyone should have to payante up to possess Faith) 

the tithe  the everlasting everpresent price tag to the Great Beyond Beyond – drum rooooll – Heaven(Groucho Marx as close as hell ever get to Heaven I dont care to belong to any club that will have me as a member)


there is no god

there is no Proof(thats with a capital P) of Heaven or Hell

theres only the wedge stuck into your brain between knowing and doubtworked an wiggled back an forth an side to side to worry you
           I think of cover boy Alfred E. Neuman What  Me worry?

he might easily have been crucifiedWha?  You dont think god wouldnt have a redhead stepchildStop



there is no god

what there is an ought to be is an incentive to treat others well  do unto others as you will have others do unto you

a scribe didnt have to ink that in calligraphy(smacks of Caligula(Little Boots)) onto calfskin to legitimise it  its common sense   it ought to be graffiti scribbled across sunglasses splashed on billboards spraypainted on sides of train boxcars and tankerson rollered metal bins marked Trash Only(that time an time an time again he has to do a doubletake because his eyes read White Trash Only)
Whas a poor boy to do

he aint getting not get on his knees an praying to god




there is no god




1543,  Saturday,  11 10. 17

incited by Frank Turner  Glory Hallelujah  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbUCzUk84fE