Godly
My, oh my. Haven't updated... in almost two months. Haven't been writing much lately. I guess this is the latest, and it spans back over the couple of months.
Bugger. That's what happens to me when I've got too much other stuff to write. I guess I should just sit down and make myself write. They say it works. Should never stop writing.
Anyway, here we go. Doesn't really have a proper title. Other than mentioned above. Bit unusual from me.
”What’s wrong with this guy then?”
“He’s a paranoid-schizophrenic. Claims to be the Son of God.”
“Does he now?”
“Yeah, and hear this out - he says his name is Jesus Christ. Hilarious!”
“Jesus!? Well, I’ll be…”
“Yeah, this true Christ, as he calls himself, says he was denied his martyrdom. He was supposedly crucified, but taken off the cross only a couple of hours later by “an evil Zionist cult”, and then sealed into a cave, where he has been starving for the past millennia.”
“One tough SOB, eh?”
“Yeah, being the Son of God, and all, a mere malnutrition wouldn’t kill him off - and this is the best part - which he anticipated, so he could ascend into Heaven. Thus he was denied his martyrdom”.
“Huh. Must’ve been reading too much of the Michelangelo Code.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s filled with those kinds of mad conspiracy theories. It claims that our Saviour was not boiled to death in a black cauldron - and then eaten.”
“Yeah, and I suppose were not supposed to eat our Lord’s flesh and drink the Holy Soup with Vegetables at our communions. Ludicrous.”
“I’ll say. What are we supposed to be doing then - bow down to some silly wooden pole with a stick nailed across it?”
“Yeah, huh-huh-huh. You’re cracking me up.”
“I know. Poor, delusional bastard. Come on, let’s get some more coffee.”
“Yeah.”
“Did I ever tell you I’m not much of a religious type? I’m more into philosophy”.
“Yeah? You didn’t”.
“Yeah. I’m a deeply philosophical guy. I follow half a dozen different philosophies.”
“That is pretty philosophical”.
“Yeah.”
Bugger. That's what happens to me when I've got too much other stuff to write. I guess I should just sit down and make myself write. They say it works. Should never stop writing.
Anyway, here we go. Doesn't really have a proper title. Other than mentioned above. Bit unusual from me.
”What’s wrong with this guy then?”
“He’s a paranoid-schizophrenic. Claims to be the Son of God.”
“Does he now?”
“Yeah, and hear this out - he says his name is Jesus Christ. Hilarious!”
“Jesus!? Well, I’ll be…”
“Yeah, this true Christ, as he calls himself, says he was denied his martyrdom. He was supposedly crucified, but taken off the cross only a couple of hours later by “an evil Zionist cult”, and then sealed into a cave, where he has been starving for the past millennia.”
“One tough SOB, eh?”
“Yeah, being the Son of God, and all, a mere malnutrition wouldn’t kill him off - and this is the best part - which he anticipated, so he could ascend into Heaven. Thus he was denied his martyrdom”.
“Huh. Must’ve been reading too much of the Michelangelo Code.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s filled with those kinds of mad conspiracy theories. It claims that our Saviour was not boiled to death in a black cauldron - and then eaten.”
“Yeah, and I suppose were not supposed to eat our Lord’s flesh and drink the Holy Soup with Vegetables at our communions. Ludicrous.”
“I’ll say. What are we supposed to be doing then - bow down to some silly wooden pole with a stick nailed across it?”
“Yeah, huh-huh-huh. You’re cracking me up.”
“I know. Poor, delusional bastard. Come on, let’s get some more coffee.”
“Yeah.”
“Did I ever tell you I’m not much of a religious type? I’m more into philosophy”.
“Yeah? You didn’t”.
“Yeah. I’m a deeply philosophical guy. I follow half a dozen different philosophies.”
“That is pretty philosophical”.
“Yeah.”