I have no problem with God although I was pretty fed up with his followers, particularly the ones who renamed and manhandled me into the Organization. The All-Knowing Invisible Sky Friend: watching everything and everyone, passing judgment and granting the wishes for one's followers? You could not convince me to buy into it.
Understanding that the brain is generating thought, appreciation and occasionally solace out of only electrical impulses is no less wonderous. Science, beauty, and creativity are all the higher power.
Knowing that there is no One True God, no Heaven and no Hell, decomposing is what I look forward to every day. Even as I sit writing this, I am dying and rotting with the greatest pleasure.
There are those loved ones who have up and left the party without me; I like reflecting on the lessons, experience, and love. Why some love still reverberates long after the person has been reduced to ash still mystifies and delights me. Without it, I would have perished long …
Finally the lawyers have been called in to explain shit. You just have to listen.
This is how we break up, how we dissolve this. This is your way out. Proceed in an orderly fashion.
I've got a weight around me dragging me down, down, down but at least I don't have the mess of you, that hypersensitivity you cultivated to make yourself feel special, which you are not. This I know and this is one of the reasons you need me not to be around.
I love having new people in my life. I love variety, wonder, pleasure and discovery. The laundry, on the other hand...
Being filled with physical need, not knowing where and when the next embrace is coming from. I might just explode with desire. Messy.
Having discovered the pleasure of telling the people I love that I love them, and then being unable to tell the newer members of that group the same out of fear or misunderstanding. I get so much joy out of simply delivering that news to someone. As if it was not written all over me in capital, glowing letters.