How funny would it be if God had a facebook? I'm serious, I think I would die of laughter if God had a facebook, just think of the status updates!
God is all-knowing and all-powerful, and you're not.
God is watching you.
God knows what you did last summer, maybe even better than you do.
God can kill you so you better stop sending him so many damn application requests.
And then you can play Scrabulous with God! You can brag to your friends, "Dude, I totally beat God at Scrabble, I totally laid down my bingo and he was DONE."
God could have the compare people application and he could be like #4 best dancer or #7 best father potential or #8 most famous! Seriously, this could be hilarious!
The biggest question obviously is what flair would Jesus choose? I totally hope I make his Top Friends.
I find this idea far too entertaining. I wonder if I could get God to subscribe to my blog. God probably facebooks, youtubes, and blogs more than anything. Blogging is the new praying, it just shows up in his RSS!
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Memory Lane is littered.
While cleaning the other day I found some papers that I had written on well over a year ago. During an emotional breakdown I started jotting on papers, and most of it makes no sense. They are not complete sentences, thoughts, or phrases. But they're weird, so I'll just post them.
.douse the light & embrace the darkness quivering irony character depravity.
.plastic surgeon of emotions.
.clip those icarian wings sashay down the deserted taupe hallway.
.convincing self clones.
.the microscopic bits don't seem to add up to the castle you've become.
.spotlight on the martyr.
.spolight on your lifeless body with starfilled eyes, and bloodlusted tears.
.clutch your chest at a desperate attempt to find what you've always faked.
.your implications are clear and your statements, a blur.
.there's a startling ease in your transition from man to asshole in 1.5 seconds flat.
I'm somewhat liking the last one, that is all.
.douse the light & embrace the darkness quivering irony character depravity.
.plastic surgeon of emotions.
.clip those icarian wings sashay down the deserted taupe hallway.
.convincing self clones.
.the microscopic bits don't seem to add up to the castle you've become.
.spotlight on the martyr.
.spolight on your lifeless body with starfilled eyes, and bloodlusted tears.
.clutch your chest at a desperate attempt to find what you've always faked.
.your implications are clear and your statements, a blur.
.there's a startling ease in your transition from man to asshole in 1.5 seconds flat.
I'm somewhat liking the last one, that is all.
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