god_is_also dq14 ass facely pat sajak pat sajak's ghost psychedelic retard constance briefly psychedelic retard narpf edith einstein iron sausage ghostly black kleenex and more... 010104 ... god peanut butter 010104 ... god syd syd barrett (not barrett, who is swell all the same) dq14 carl sagan 010105 ... daxle winning me over 010105 ... silentbob i think god is also a personified interpretation of emotions of love and care taken to great excess, and mistaken for truth. the way "it" all works, you have to believe it all, you have to take it all on their word, on blind_faith but i'm not bitter. this is simply a conclusion ive come to, because i can't feel any god anywhere on this earth. 010105 ... pathwrat god is angry just like everyone we'll give god a cellular phone then he can call 900 numbers all night long and maybe then, he'll leave us alone. god is hungry just like everyone we'll give god twelve bucks off and then he can go get a taco (one of those big ones at taco-del-mar) and maybe then, he'll leave us alone. god is lonely just like everyone we'll give god a blow up doll and then he can get his groove on just like he's always wanted to and maybe then, he'll leave us alone. 010106 ... god i got a phone, a taco, and a blow up doll already. i got everything. 010106 ... god gigolo aunt 010106 ... god i guess silentbob don't feel my "god" vibe, yet i think he is keen all the same. i used to listen to the dead kennedys until my old girlfriend took all my tapes. jesus, that was like ten years ago. uh oh, i'm rambling now. 010106 ... silentbob god, man, you have to get those tapes back somehow. and i have nothing against you, the same way i have nothing against Gandalf from Lord of the Rings and the hobbit i mean... i can't have negative feelings towards things i don't think are real. just negative feelings towards people's attitudes when they can't fathom how mislead i truly am. 010106 ... god silentbob gets a thumbs up (buddy christ style) from god. ever heard a song by the blue movie entitled "tammy's on the telephone"? klaus flouride produced it. my favorite song for nearly a year. she got that too. i don't think i'll ever go back there to get it. someday when i retire, i'll go out and re-purchase all my favorite old albums... 010106 ... silentbob No, i havent heard that i should tho, shoudnt i 010106 ... Thyartshallshant ...dog spelled backwards. Seems like a good guy though. 010106 ... bloody potato chip thanks, btw. jewish negro bloody potato chip not god 010109 ... kx21 NOTHING? 010109 ... kx21 When it is at the state of SUPREME ENLIGHTENMENT:- NOTHING_IS_EVERYTHING... 010109 ... god pacific gas and electric bloody potato chip (i repeat myself) joey santiago (i repeat silentbob) 010112 ... god mr. bad advice 010117 ... god bob potassium 010224 ... velvet spasm velvet spasm 010416 ... ass facely "He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth is condemned already" john3:18a2.0 010416 ... pat sajak velvet spasm 010416 ... peanut butter ++++bbbbbbbzzzzggggggggghhhgfhtre bbbbbbbbb33eeeeeeeeeeeeev vc v n mj bhuy5 lkk he lp yo u r self get out now g et out nowWWWWwww 010416 ... pat sajaks ghost velvet spasm 010416 ... psychedelic retard velvet spasm 010416 ... constance briefly velvet spasm 010416 ... pat sajak velvet spasm 010416 ... ass facely velvet spasm 010416 ... Alexander Beetle reportedly all-knowing and all-seeing but people seem to forget those parts a lot 010503 ... flo velvet spasm or not i've seen the face of god and he was smiling and grooving on down in his trenchcoat. the happiest bum in the whole park. 010519 ... Special K Journal entry: 9:15 pm, Santa Maria De'ricci, Florence Italy, 12/29/99. Tonight in this ancient church we'll hear an organ and oboe concert of Bach, Handel, Marcello and Gounod. I think it will be wonderful; the church is so tiny it seats maybe 50 people, yet the alcoves along the walls house lush Renaissance-style depictions of Christ, the Baptist, and Mary, both in painting and in scultpure. In one particular alcove, a gorgeous crucified Christ looks down from the cross to see his body lying in state, Mary standing nearby. The marble of the bodies is stark and pure, a beautiful ghostly pallor quite becoming to the subject matter. The crucified Christ in this trio is so sensual as to be nearly sexual, his eyebrows arched in a particular moment of exquisite pain and empathy, revealing his devotion to both his father and to the world. It is a face of surprised delight, as if Jesus were caught unsuspecting by the erotic forces of death. He was, after all, a reluctant creature of flesh and pleasure - as are we all. I wish I had a photo of it, so I would never forget. I want to touch him. Another aspect of this crucified Nazarene with the compelling face: his slightly gaping mouth. Not a grimace of pain or a cry of anguish, but a fragile and trembling sigh - no, more an inhalation, the way the corners of his mouth ascend. I've seen this face before, and not on dying men. This is a face that would bring women to a church not from fear or pity, but from love, from tenderness and the need to comfort and be near. This riveting and vulnerable gaze of interiority - for he does not see us in this moment - is one of ecstasy and heat, a moment meant to bond two people together for life. What genius, then, for the artist to use this moment of sexual "entrapment" to better bond the worshipper to his or her God. Genius. Who could share such a moment of physical intensity, see it so plainly in their beloved's eyes, and ever turn away? I can scarcely avert my eyes now, and I am one who sees the gimmick, as it were. I look because this God is love. Not the amorphous love we are promised but never see or feel, the "God is love" of platitude and greeting card, but the real and rewarding sensation of tingle and twitch and pleasure nearly fatal - whether by orgasm or crucifixion. This is the language that we humans understand, the Renaissance artists knew it well. This God is LOVE, and our bodies run electric in response... 010519 ... enriquecito is also everywhere, unspoken but felt through the skin as electricity, as air, as longing for the touch of someone or something. because, after all, all of our senses really are nothing but touch. even with our eyes, directly into our unconscious, all that happens is tactile. 010526 ... enriquecito atoms strike the face as words do the ears and the brain. as does the tongue upon a receptive receptacle, such as a longing swelled vulva. 010614 ... dB If you believe dogma, god is Alanis Morisette. 010614 ... percy the ratcatcher tonya 010627 ... carl sagan naw, someone else is tonya now. 010629 ... tonya tonya_is_not 010801 ... insight tonya never was god god was never tonya 011130 ... god never tanya neither 011221 ... ClairE not me 011221 ... god bill bixby 011221 ... god distilled mouse oxen overgrown 011221 ... ClairE not talking to me. I think he doesn't love me anymore. 011222 ... god congratulate me, i slept for 5 hours last nite. 011223 ... Teenage Jesus ...yeah, and now you've got a bucket-full of prayers to deal with. To top it off, Dave_Christ spilled Mountain Dew all over them. Pretty sticky. Oh, dad, also- Dead Joe stopped by yesterday and HE is sending you some sounds as well! (I gave him some coffee and it was back to the cab for him. Nice visit though.) 020109 ... yup yup marvin minsky 020913 ... god i got a cat named tonya. i had a dream. i thought it was real. she was comin' at me, stranglin' me. makin' all these weird noises, " yyaaahhhuyyaahhuuuyahewww"! 040928 what's it to you? who go blather from