Believe-it-or-not, lil1, there actually are goofy, kooky, groovy, wocky-woady-cars in Seventh-Heaven, yet I personally wont die nor drive, preferring to cycle my xtra-ultra-light Godspeed, John Glenn (<- like the wispy weight of white-on-rice: less than two nanometers) throughout the axiomatic, exponential, exactly exquisite, extraordinary, exhilarating, off-center, psychotropic eternity.
We must do all the surplus reality in tandem, doll face, the circumference of the universe: envelop me withe uncharted, girl, engulf me. I’m so Yours eternally, Miss Diamond. As Pavlov’s dogs salivated each time they gotta delicious treat, so dost shall I, you irresistible gemstone, ya magnificent-bite-size: Almighty God made only 1 of you in the whole, wide, universe + d’BOMM awaits (<- trillions of prolongated yottalillions X nonagintillions of ‘em await throughout eternity... all for us) = coming, dear?
I’d also personally love for you to accompany this debut-firecracker beyond the stars. You know and eye know, kid, there’s gonna be gazillions-O-milestones in our avant-garde-eternity. Oh yeah? thou sayeth. Yeah, ya gorgeous wildflower, ya epiphany exquisite. ‘Upstairs in the Rooftop Lounge’, She whispered, ‘You’re valuable beyond belief; I alone have the Key to unlock My Victorious Vanguard, psychedelic minds intertwined with mine’.
Thus, I personally believe eternity would be severely boring if we didn’t make love beyond the starry sky achieving the ‘zig-zag-timewarp’ (the ‘Ying-Yang-merge’ if you will) into a captivating-yet-savvy young woman; I’m so in love with attractive 7thHeaven, I cannot bear not to procreate. Some girly-X-mortals don’t wanna - cool shoes; nevertheless, I’d love to populate my own galaxy. Or several. Whomever wants to, yay! sHe has ‘em all over the supersonic-stratosphere, so just meet me at the Rong Way cafe; we’ll do our own TNT. How many precious, adorable, girly babies for OxOxO (with a fenomenOl Soul)? ‘Oemnillion’ is quite a long time, long extracurricular ... yet I’ll have a triple, Godude.
(point of this story: if humanity truly wanted to show God Almighty how much they care for the Trinity and our finite existence [cannot be an atheist now; I literally saw the OtherSide], they would abstain, wait like I do. be a dude. think a weee bit more about what raising a child takes and see it wouldnt be possible if abortion facilities are everywhere now. God bless you, mortal)
Sweetheart dusk was approaching as I parked my mountain bike along the annex of what looked like a Mo’tell 6 after an easy voyage, a quick jaunt of 447ish? miles; I lost count as the sun slowly retired, looking forward to our passionate drinks of ‘Wild-Cherry’. Me sniffed left armpit. Hmmm. I wondered if they have any deodorant in the Passionate Paradise which awaits.
Some boxes on shelves filled with what-I-wasn’t-looking-for; I peered under the stairs leading up to the Wedding Feast/party-hardy which was boisterous to say the least. Yeah! Wow!! Coo-wool!!! Wannum!!!! Lil’ packets of luminescent females which will fit into your back pocket or backpack yet fully-grown once you add water! Watch ‘em grow!!
We’ll leave the Sonlight on ‘em for ya, Pops.
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