ok, I considered.
if God is love and if I love God
and also God loves me then I love you does that mean me and God have to fight over you
or does God automatically win because He loved me and you first and we only had one good leg left to stand on between us because the other one got mangled in a meat grinder.
Then God could be a she and still love our ugly one legged asses and take care of us because after all it's the right thing to do.
Or maybe God isn't a he or a she or a meat grinder at all. Maybe God is a quiet place in our heart where we sort out all the trouble our head gets us into. That's it! Let's start a new
advocacy movement called LEGS FOR HEADS! 
WOW. Genius.
If your heart ain't in it don't bother...

Now say it with me and shuffle your feet...
PROGnostiCATION!
Everybody's doin' it doin' it
doin' it 
got skin in the game
the game
the game
got skin in the game
PROGNOSTICATION!!!

wait
I meant procrastination!
Dangit. Ok. Start over.

PROCRASTINATION!
ever body doin it and doin it
and doin it...

it's a hit for sure...

 NoEnzLefttoSplit wrote:
 

it is

but you've got company

 oldviolin wrote: 
The wheels on the bus go round and round... and I thought it was just me.

The earth is a world shaped spaceship sailing the interstellar breezes generated by a cosmic chronicle.
And here you thought the event horizon was just mirror shaping black hole...

Just because they're out to get you doesn't mean you're not paranoid...

The world may very well be your oyster but right now it's on a half shell. Hey, what's that slurping noise?

Occasionally I need the opinion of a fool. I'm not sure why or when but I do know where to find it. First step on it, then scrape it off the bottom of my shoe. Often the water hose is required to completely wash the urgency away and by then I didn't need it that bad to begin with...

Projection is something like 98% of everything and the other 2% lays rotting in the field...

If only we could dispense with all the predisposed thinking we could dispose of the dispensary drinking. That koolaid is nasty and artificial...

If safer than sorry  married
last but not least would they have a baby and name it gone but not forgotten?

Maybe life is just about what a kid doesn't know from dirt but is open and patient enough to wake up and find out...

 NoEnzLefttoSplit wrote:
 
Depends on what the definition of is is...

Are good questions like bad answers in reverse or is life like a bank on a river of bitcoin?

Will it be what it wasn't if it hadn't been what it was in the first place? 

You don't need to read tea leaves to know which way the wings grow...

weeyuns adune hyare iz aboot dumbo aza boxa rocket pox but ain't tha moon abute when the
candlelit.. 

all that one needs to take over the world is barbecue potato chips... 

Imagine if someone were running as Unfortunate Citizen spokesperson from the Do Not Vote For Any Of These Fools party and managed to garner enough write-ins to force a runoff and
we the people by the people for the people shut it down until and as such. Suddenly somebody's cell phone would  ruin the moment of clarity with the opening music for Captain Kangaroo as a ringtone...

NEXT WEEK!  The Captian embraces Grandfather Clock;
Mr Greensjeans and Mr. Moose sing a duet as pingpong balls fall from a Dancing Bear sky!
Be there or be bunnied, rabbits!

 Manbird wrote:
 

I would send in a picture of your pimply bottom...