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Author: toolytooly Date: Jun 1, 2008 12:12
"THE BORG" cube.co.uk> wrote in message
news:VRm0k.50759$_c7.30836@newsfe16.ams2...> Once upon a time a human male was talking to God.
> He was saying farewell as he was leaving on a long journey.
>
> "I would like a last memory of you God" said the human.
>
> And God wondered.
> Would it be a song?
> A kiss?
> A hug?
> One last look into his eyes?
> Perhaps a memory or moment they had shared.
>
> But no - the human unzipped his trousers and presented his penis to God.
> "I would like you to wrap your hand around my penis and make it go hard"
> said the human.
>
> God thought to himself "What? You do not even want to LOOK at me?"
> And the human gazed with rapture at his penis and he watched God make it
> go
> hard.
> And this was his last memory of the Divine Being.
>
> As he left he asked that now that God had made his penis go hard if he may
> masturbate in front of God.
> God said no.
> Get out.
> And then he added silently.
> "I will not have you masturbate in front of my Angels".
> THE BORG
>
""
I once had this vision of God's castle [in my sleep]. It rose up from the
plains like a tall spire. The world around it was dark, shadowy, like
walking upon Scottish moors upon a full moon where the mists swing doorways
to and fro in the dim light. Upon the plains, the animals had come, and
were mild and existed with hope for entrance to the castle of God. But, the
doors were closed, for around God's castle there existed this giant moat
behind a great wall that was taller than even the tallest giraffe. The
animals were held out and they were sad.
But it was not of God's doing I remember in my dreams sight. For the doors
to the bridge by which a crossing across the moat could be made, stood
always open...except for a simple key that every animal possessed, but few
seem to know how to use. I innately knew what the key was, since after all,
it was my dream, LOL, and all the animals had to do was be a single
thing...'Sincere'.
But they didn't know how.
Of course, in my dream, I got to be the hero...and by hook or crook, I won a
lottery or something, and for that night of the dream, I got to travel
across the moat's bridge and into the castle, for after all, I was
'sincere'.
Sincerity can be a terrible thing you know. It did not take long and I
realized that I was deficating all over God's fine rugs when inside. I was
urinating all over the place...and didn't know how to stop. I yelped and
cried...'Oh, what have I done to God's fine things'. I was not just
embarrassed but mortified...and I felt so so so unworthy. Why me...why
this pisser and deficator of ugly things that smelled to high heaven?
I creeped over to a corner by a fireplace, and lay down, trying to maintain
my dignity while minimizing my impact upon God's house. I was so so
sorry...but I didn't really know how to act. So...I went to sleep...and I
awoke from my dream. ""
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Moral of the story is that converse to the old addage that it is better to
rule in hell than serve in heaven, it may be far better to be a dog in God's
domain, for no matter one's status, it remains 'heaven'.
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Thanks to the Borg for inspiring this little story [in me, pitiful as it is,
ha]. It was a real dream I had...embellished a bit here perhaps. Borg has
an uncanny way of seeing things, unique. I've said it before, that Sarte
said that uniqueness may be one of the rarest things in the human
experience; and rarety is the impetus of 'value'. This why I value Borg so
much. Like rare gold or diamonds, I appreciate her uniqueness as a
treasure. God's and penis hard-ons notwithstanding, her allegories hold a
lot of water with plenty of room for personal abstraction and application,
like any piece of fine art.
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