Saturday, September 14, 2013

DEAD LETTER

when I look at the world I see literature... / superfeta #285 /
and maybe just maybe black people shouldn't be owned like property by white people and yes maybe just maybe a green weed that if smoked makes people happy content peaceful and relieved of pain anxiety fear shouldn't be criminalized with there being so many guns in circulation and corrupt politicians bribed by greedy bankers and freedom hating judges Congratulations America there is hope yet:
now all you need to do is to stop believing in an innocent dude who was murdered for walking on water turning shit into wine and subverting authority and you might literally avoid being conquered by extraterrestrial aliens of the 3rd gNarf sector:
not to mention but speaking of which if the range of God's test of Man's faith in him runs from Adam and the Apple to Abraham and Isaac to Job to Daniel to Jesus and Paul all the way up through History and including the Holocaust then it's safe to say he's a motherfucking asshole...
"O you hypocrites, O you whited sepulchres, O you who present a smooth smiling face to the world while your soul within is a foul swamp of sin, how will it fare with you in that terrible day?  And this day will come shall come must come; the day of death and the day of judgement. It is appointed unto man to die and after death judgement. Death is certain. The time and manner are uncertain, whether from long disease or from some unexpected accident; the Son of God cometh at an hour when you little expect Him. Be therefore ready every moment, seeing that you may die at any moment. Death is the end of us all. Death and judgement, brought into the world by the sin of our first parents, are the dark portals that close our earthly existence, the portals that open into the unknown and the unseen, portals through which every soul must pass, alone unaided save by its good works, without friend or brother or parent or master to help it, alone and trembling. Let that thought be ever before our minds and then we cannot sin. Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path, fulfilling the duties of his station in life, attending to his morning and evening prayers, approaching the holy sacrament frequently and performing good and merciful works."

- Joyce, A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man