For the Day of Atonement...and the day on which I die.

 

As the Day of Atonement

and the season, month, year, century and millennium

in memory of the

One Great and Unending Holocaust

rapidly approaches

 

let us all reflect...

not on the crimes

of a deaf and blind G-d

who has allowed it to go on...

 

but rather

on what each of us

has not done

to end it.

 

And

if we are all together,

and the very universe itself

nothing but another experiment in life

in some petri dish of nightmares

only to make you feel small

in the mind of the Divine

at least for one moment

which is only the duration

of our individual lives...

 

let each of us

leave that Creator's very being

for all time and forever

in terror...

knowing

 

It is only deaf and blind

because we left It so

in not giving a fuck

about the least of Hers/His/Its/Theirs

attributes of beauty

 

nor even those asinine and impotent powers

of mercy or compassion.

 

But instead we succeeded

in becoming greater

than any such G-d we left

in comparison to us

a cripple

by having more love

for each and every one of us

than It/They/He/She

had for all of us...

 

Hey, why the hell should we hope

for any fucking messiah to save us

when each of us

can be an army of one Messiah

among a legion

of Messiahs and Messiahesses

 

For low and behold

even if there is any G-d of ALL Love

I know for a motherfucking fact

THAT

is what the Cocksucker

is hoping we will do and...

 

Love each other

more than any G-d...could fathom.

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I'm looking forward to when I die...

and finally seeing God...fucking weeping

and being inconsolable for a change...

that the finest French kisser

who ever touched His/Her/Theirs/Its lips while I was alive

...is no more.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

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