Being God is Good Enuff

She said through half an eggsalad sandwich: "We're worshipping mankind, they're submitting themselves: God is without, above, to be prayed to, obeyed, loved by. We're talking about the triumph of a larger God's far older work: ourselves, ever the net result of where we are now in the mind-bogglingly long trail of developing systems since ultra-primitive sparks of chemical life way the heck back in the day. The religioners separate God from ourselves. Why not love who we are and who our real friends and true family are? Won't this path lead to a greater God? We can love more and better without the heaven ceiling, the hell threat, and the psychotic obsession with a beardy white savior - with so many other Beardeds to praise! - We can have more room for improving relations and dependents and friends, more challenges, more growth. Morals are larger than a church or any collection of holy documents. They're inside us all, and with collective nurturing we can bring them out naturally and live by them cleanly, without the suppression of urges, but inclusive of the balance of indulgence, of a raised bar of higher moderation.
The Greeks had it wright when they identified the areas of self. The greedy litterbugs of christianity turned it inside out and fell to their knees in prayer, like cavemen cowering before thunder. We've already moved past this. Growing is supposed to kick ass! This christ-muslim-jew worldview is hurtful and astoundingly limiting, blocking inquiry, let us sing smiling in honoring our loves, whether alive, adead, or asleep, we don't need bullcrap bibley counterfeit words to tell us how to dig these loves. Here we are with all we have wright now wright here, with fear, always fear. Our self-doubt is shared as humans, can't help it. It's what we do with it, how we challenge self. Without it we wallow, while they call it sin, we claim they've sinned from the beginning, by lying to their so-called brethren. Them dudes was always totalitarian! And that includes no ladies nights! Religions are sucky to women!"

Bi-polar Curious Psychic Psoldier!

Beehives among you, I'm stupefied, superfried and glazed after hearing his tales. Heavy Metal sunsets fade. Rainbow Mugs crack and stain. Cameraderie expands exponentially, better framing our bursting world view, and all along: Cats adore Wreckless Wrod Wrodriguez. They treat him kingly ~ and that's from a cat! You bet they sense the Ages in this dude's way ~ his heavy, wrighteous way. + Heard a bit about a 90-minute hump session tonite so that's grande. Phonecall'd earlier from highway don'tcha know, right after leaving her house, elated to have reconnected with her, wreminding her how deep they bee wrunning in each other's bloodestreames: irresistable! He was off to pick up the second pizza of the Friday night, each for different princesses and him to share.
"Helluva heckuva high on pantheistic life, hooray!" they sang. "Bi-polar Spinoza Holy Wroller! Bi-polar Curious Psychic Psoldier! We're waxing what we call Philosophacles on wraising public conscious-knees!" They wraised their steins sloppily high and spilling while they wickedly sang on into the after-midnight of the night before it all happen'd.