AFTER the WILD-WEDDING-FEAST UPSTARS, dolls, and as LtCol. bb9, I wanna provide everything which’ll be the axiom.

I’m so not from here; I’m so like a star in a horizontal hole. I’m so ᴁ I so wanna travel in wild space and ‘write-the-reality’ of our outstanding dreams; explore bizarre, psycho worlds with psycho, bizarre girls for a sheer gargooglplex of parsecs. I’m much better at dreaming about the starry sky where I’ll live for eternity withem (those wild women who keep me up at night aboard my Raww!kuss). What do I do in the meantime when I’m not cuddlin’, kissin’ and lurrrve’n on board? I’ll tella youse:

We must have mercy (our readout tells about’m): on one of the distant, stone-age-worlds in our universe, we see they have a very low-level of function almost like cave dwellers. As the crew and I take on a cloaking device to get a closer look to help them/star-coordinates. We’ll return in 100 years.

Q: What’s inside the large crates you see descending FROM my spacecraft TO land with a parachute on a small ‘town’ of young women? 

A: Find-out, wild lily, for the wildest ride of our eternity. Best choice you could do? goto H.E.E.D and hook-up with me.

Again, I'm so NOT normal: RandyKay.org

I'm so totally not; I'm anything but normal. In fact, I'm severely abnormal, exactly why you love this loser, this razor-sharp-weeerdo in the weeds.

My reply to
the question
from on high:
how weeerd am I?

--> I'm totally out-of-order like a pinball game.
--> I'm a gross violation-of-custom like my heart
      throb cameNwent...
--> she departed like a hot, french fry.
--> I'm an oddity... yet, I'm a rarity.
--> I'm a reliable ignition.
--> I'm the traveling rendition.
--> I'm the exception...no exceptions.
--> I'm wholly exclusive.
--> I'm so all inclusive.
--> I'm very unique in the pouring rain.
--> I'm the question mark.
--> I'm the vision of the mundane.
--> I am the Lewis and Clark.
--> I am youth.
--> I am truth.
--> I am quite uncouth.
--> I'm just a kid! Wannna summore jooth!!!!!
--> I'm still discerning.
--> I'm still learning.
--> I'm still yearning to be in Heaven-Above
      where I shall ride bikes, balloons and
      stoic, bastion-like-bugs to banquets
      for my Beloved, Miss Wisdom.
--> I'm a zit-poppn, wild-one.
--> I'm rock-hoppin under the Son.
--> I'm a trail-blazin, non-conformist
     when I'm all done.
--> I'm a Deadline.
--> I'm the Barbwire.
--> I'm a Roachpuss.
--> I'm the Wurmgloo, too.
--> ...and a whole, macabre slew of others I left
      behind beneath my world view gone blind.
--> I dodged freight trains.
--> ...state sanity chages
--> ...and gorgeous women.
--> Done the Black Flag gig.
--> Millions of Dead Cops with Janet.
--> Social Distortion at the Outhouse.
--> Corrosion Of Conformity with Steve.
--> Though I'm severely head injured...
      I'm far, far, far, far, far, far from it.
--> I'm nearer to the Trinity rather
     than the dead-head-earth
     which done holds me fast
     by her gravity, Paw.
--> ...and, yes, my gramama in Harrisburg, PA
     dropped me on my head when I was very
     young - so, apparently, that's wot startd it.

From a severely-dysfunctional-family growing-up, I useta light fires in the fields living on the 'farm' in the groovy 70s - a fantastic metaphor to how my life functioned: seeing alla the 'dead grass' in flames; exactly how hollow I was, precisely how empty and vastly vain my existence was... till I found my very own psycho: JEEEE-SIS!!!

Actually, my head injury was the catalyst - lost nearly 17% of my groovy-gray-matter. I thot to myself when only a wee 17, 'I'm no good to the world now!!!' ...and I tried suicide many, many, many times... but, yet, and I found this out yeeers later [skuze d'New Yoirk effervescence]:

'Screw The World!!! sHe can re-use MY injury exponentially for the betterment of humanity!!!'

O? How trite? How superfluous?
How illusion-filled and contemptuous
is this finite existence WITHOUT God, bubba?
Thus, God Almighty must be as psycho
as me precisely cuzz sHe made this mortal.
Precisely why sHe put-in the Don.
Yeah, Im a priceless iconoclast.

Yay! I'm a psycho4jesus!!!!!
This true nobuddy like me,
like Jesus, cares about where
YOUR indelible soul is headed:
whot did I say bout FREE-WILL
which the psychotic God hath
blessed U.S. with?

For a HIGHER education, KU,
dont seek whot's below...
follow us to Seventh-Heaven:

Jesus-comes.com