So he was wandering once again in his dreams...
Through the zoysia grass and a smattering of bright white stones... in a low clear open spot on one of the islands... all the children and mothers were there...
You were in a mottled burnt orange onesie........ comical as ever and carrying on and having a good time.... a funny girl.
My floppy hat wound up on the ground... and I was not entirely displeased at watching the scene unfold..
A lifetimes worth... why it occurred to me.. you could play this movie at my funeral even... everyone would ewe and ahh........ and cry
How Cute.... he wasn't such a bad guy after all......
No one ever answered his riddle in life.........
He was born that way... he always thought of himself as more of a mechanical device... a wind up starter mechanism on a lawn mower... or
A Toaster even.... he was good at that... he had a knack.. as a Mr. Fix it... with a methodical linear way of thinking...
Some Cunts disrespected him for that.... McIver sort of a thing... look around and grab what is at hand and make a fix..... out of necessity mostly........ a busted timing chain on the truck... fix it or walk.
They mistook it for shoddy workmanship... he should have an outburst........ an insane rage.... perhaps he would feel better?
So anyway... All He wanted to know is where did the Shit go in Heaven?
Is that really such a big question?
Only one friend even took a notion to answer the question.. the rest withdrew into their crab holes... His Mayan friend suggested there was a pipe that went directly from Heaven to Hell.... He liked that image a lot.. at least it was something..... perhaps the Mayans knew...?
At least that gave him an image and something to think about... a lot of Value... and besides it would make a lovely painting........ So Thank you. Rommel....
Next time a Jehovah's witness stops by I 'Believe' I will ask them that very question... (describe the sewer and sanitation systems in heaven please) perhaps it will shut them and their pie hole up for a moment in expounding all their joy!
Another so called Friend of mine had the balls in a drunken stupor I should imagine, to suggest that he had been sent to save my soul... IF so I thought it ironic and suggested he go to war and kill some women and children for his country in the name of God.... I guess that set him to thinking... as he offered some semblance of an apology... later via text...
This is the CRAP I am talking about....
Shit and desirability
Are you going to still be mad at me when we meet in Heaven?
Cunts is a wonderful word!
