Oh Muther Of Crap Stick ! !

Do
You
Know

How boring its going to be, Sitting in the bleachers on Judgment Day WHEN 95%
Of all the evil of Mankind has
Already been achieved
On…  Facebook ?

Oh man.

Hour 3, 402 of the Judgment:

“Sally Dee Jenkershireton posted a picture of her daughter’s high school graduation. And her sister Martha didn’t put “like” on it.
Sally thought, “What a bitch.”
Martha totally is a total bitch (but didn’t “like” because she was stuck on the toilet for 8 hours after eating bad chalupas. That Martha also flings dog crap at Bank of America buildings at night. Sally rides along for the rush. And that’s their RIGHTEOUSNESS.”

Actually… everybody please keep sinning on Facebook. I want to enjoy Judgement Day. I don’t feel like such an idiot when I read facebook. I hope what I deleted went away. After all the trillions of posts… I’m a little scared we are… somehow… all related.

2014

A Man Who Is Married

Gives you an up

Consider this moron’s testimony:

(Wait… its me… )

Consider the wise words of this ninja brick Mack Truck grill-eating squirrely ape in a tutu:

“I may be one man
But a Master Castle is in me
Daily enmity is a virtual reality
And I don’t sit on soap on a rope like a dope

I shave like a real man
Breaking off the log
And shaving my chin with it
Popeye has nothing on me

I eat twice as much Spinach
And kick 4 times the Bluto ass”

Thanks for being my cuddly readers. I luv u

A Righteous Man

is a weather man.

Pray for rain or sun.

I saw a woman in the store wearing a sunny raincoat. I said, great coat. She said she wanted sun.

The priestess stepped outside and Vancouver to Molalla the sky went from
Grey charcoal
To
Blue

And for the past 2 hours it has remained as the blonde priestess decreed.

And she has kids.

Is that not cool? Mom is an angel and can make a day brighter?

Well it wouldn’t be the first Mom.

Are You Evolved From A Monkey?

Well… I’m sorry.

That disqualifies you.

You see, the Children of God, no matter where-whence their physicality in the hey-day of today comes from… they do not slunch down in their desk at school in shame from their naughty weekend and claim, “Monkies are our Forefathers” or “Dogs are gay sometimes”.

   Yimminy, yimminy people. Don’t believe for a second- and MOST of you think, “What the… HECK..” when your University professors give you THEIR OWN outdated wash-up excuses on why “sin” is normal.

    Bytheway, it is awfully hard INDEED for the righteous man or woman to find your “sin”. I don’t mean people who STUDY God. I mean people who study LIFE. I do not mean BIOLOGY. I mean the study of YOU ALL from age -1 to 129.1. Your whole identity matrix.

    If you stopped to analyze a day in church, vs. a day and night one night with a lady friend and you treated her right- chances are you SINNED MORE IN 30 MINUTES beating yourself up sitting on a church pew in psychedelic evil thought against yourself and others conjuring up false visions of firey pools of eternal loneliness over and over… THAN IF YOU PLAYED HOOCHY KOOCHY on the couch with Martha from your Physics 201 class… and when you go back to class she smiles but doesn’t really want to talk to you anymore and you don’t understand. That’s its own kind of hell called “Never”, my man. She WILL NEVER love you… or so you repeat and you pretend not to care, or she is trying.

     You know what really sucks is over-drinking. Sure its in the Bible. “Do not be drunk on (Roman 5% watered down party wine- I dropped out of B-skool b-4 it killed my soul) but be filled with…” aw, look it up.

       In your spirit, you can see thru your eyes and feel with your body what harms you and sometimes even what harms others.. if they tell you. I would say people do not come from monkeys but that all “fell down” at once from an upper 2.0 Earth matrix all at once at an event horizon. A Beginning. Earth population is now 7 Billion. It was 2.5 Billion when I was born. Follow those numbers back and MAYBE you can understand how incredibly intelligent and nice and cute I am to be a creationist.

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However, I do believe there is a realm of true hell to be feared..

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I am confident of better things in the case of you listening. Imagine my former life of being an Evangelical, sinning WORSE than I ever could as a mere “sinner”… talking about rescue from sin and eternity.. and not knowing what that WAS in my heart. Just in my head.

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But I am not ashamed- I call my former self “monkey”. If you want PROOF a monkey ever turned into a real live MAN… its Andrew Harrison who, when trying to go to Bicycle-school off his lithium… oh geez… and hit a HIGH that did not ALIGN with:

School
Breathing
Where I was living
Everyone I knew
Family were unrecognizable

     I physically capitulated, my heart racing over 120 bpm… I told the ER in 1999 that God was talking to me…

But yes he was, but the devil factor is why he was there…
If you will entertain the thought … through the love of hospital staff at an Adventist hospital… I was mental HEAVING UP nasty pictures of

Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Cold
Despair
Self-hatred

   A very cute nurse with sexy short hair came in to my room, smiled in the dark and said,

“Still thinking about God, Andy”,

I wish I was not catatonic then, because I would say, “No ma’am… no Miss.. I am thinking about how ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS YOU ARE, and if you’d only sit here for a second and let me look .. at .. you and I’d be a better man FOR it…”.

THAT is moral. That is beautiful-crazy. That is a dungeon with a vision of Brian Mayberry’s older sister that I had a super-crush on.

Was she real?

She stuck a needle in my arm. That pissed me off. Then I did not trust her.  Hahaha.

The gift was the projection I received. And I still see them. Maybe I am on the spectrum of Asperber’s. If I have and readers who are BLIND, please understand when I say light, I mean clarity and warmth. If I could transplant one eye with one of you who are blind we’d both be half-ass sightseers. And I’d be the batty one. No, you would. I’m beyond batty.

I don’t want to leave anyone out.

Really, as soon as I heard J died for all and preachers added “but …”, I despised that. I’ve thrown the bible across the room, kicked it, taken a baseball bat to it…
TO PROVE its paper

Ive torn pastor’s clues OUT OF IT to prove to myself the spiritual t-r-a-n-substatiation
that occurs is polluted… not on a silver platter in front of a vestment.. it is polluted by interpretation.

The bible needs to be used and not molested.

Are You Evolved From A Monkey?

Well… I’m sorry.

That disqualifies you.

You see, the Children of God, no matter where-whence their physicality in the hey-day of today comes from… they do not slunch down in their desk at school in shame from their naughty weekend and claim, “Monkies are our Forefathers” or “Dogs are gay sometimes”.

   Yimminy, yimminy people. Don’t believe for a second- and MOST of you think, “What the… HECK..” when your University professors give you THEIR OWN outdated wash-up excuses on why “sin” is normal.

    Bytheway, it is awfully hard INDEED for the righteous man or woman to find your “sin”. I don’t mean people who STUDY God. I mean people who study LIFE. I do not mean BIOLOGY. I mean the study of YOU ALL from age -1 to 129.1. Your whole identity matrix.

    If you stopped to analyze a day in church, vs. a day and night one night with a lady friend and you treated her right- chances are you SINNED MORE IN 30 MINUTES beating yourself up sitting on a church pew in psychedelic evil thought against yourself and others conjuring up false visions of firey pools of eternal loneliness over and over… THAN IF YOU PLAYED HOOCHY KOOCHY on the couch with Martha from your Physics 201 class… and when you go back to class she smiles but doesn’t really want to talk to you anymore and you don’t understand. That’s its own kind of hell called “Never”, my man. She WILL NEVER love you… or so you repeat and you pretend not to care, or she is trying.

     You know what really sucks is over-drinking. Sure its in the Bible. “Do not be drunk on (Roman 5% watered down party wine- I dropped out of B-skool b-4 it killed my soul) but be filled with…” aw, look it up.

       In your spirit, you can see thru your eyes and feel with your body what harms you and sometimes even what harms others.. if they tell you. I would say people do not come from monkeys but that all “fell down” at once from an upper 2.0 Earth matrix all at once at an event horizon. A Beginning. Earth population is now 7 Billion. It was 2.5 Billion when I was born. Follow those numbers back and MAYBE you can understand how incredibly intelligent and nice and cute I am to be a creationist.

image

However, I do believe there is a realm of true hell to be feared..

image

I am confident of better things in the case of you listening. Imagine my former life of being an Evangelical, sinning WORSE than I ever could as a mere “sinner”… talking about rescue from sin and eternity.. and not knowing what that WAS in my heart. Just in my head.

image

But I am not ashamed- I call my former self “monkey”. If you want PROOF a monkey ever turned into a real live MAN… its Andrew Harrison who, when trying to go to Bicycle-school off his lithium… oh geez… and hit a HIGH that did not ALIGN with:

School
Breathing
Where I was living
Everyone I knew
Family were unrecognizable

     I physically capitulated, my heart racing over 120 bpm… I told the ER in 1999 that God was talking to me…

But yes he was, but the devil factor is why he was there…
If you will entertain the thought … through the love of hospital staff at an Adventist hospital… I was mental HEAVING UP nasty pictures of

Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Cold
Despair
Self-hatred

   A very cute nurse with sexy short hair came in to my room, smiled in the dark and said,

“Still thinking about God, Andy”,

I wish I was not catatonic then, because I would say, “No ma’am… no Miss.. I am thinking about how ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS YOU ARE, and if you’d only sit here for a second and let me look .. at .. you and I’d be a better man FOR it…”.

THAT is moral. That is beautiful-crazy. That is a dungeon with a vision of Brian Mayberry’s older sister that I had a super-crush on.

Was she real?

She stuck a needle in my arm. That pissed me off. Then I did not trust her.  Hahaha.

The gift was the projection I received. And I still see them. Maybe I am on the spectrum of Asperber’s. If I have and readers who are BLIND, please understand when I say light, I mean clarity and warmth. If I could transplant one eye with one of you who are blind we’d both be half-ass sightseers. And I’d be the batty one. No, you would. I’m beyond batty.

I don’t want to leave anyone out.

Really, as soon as I heard J died for all and preachers added “but …”, I despised that. I’ve thrown the bible across the room, kicked it, taken a baseball bat to it…
TO PROVE its paper

Ive torn pastor’s clues OUT OF IT to prove to myself the spiritual t-r-a-n-substatiation
that occurs is polluted… not on a silver platter in front of a vestment.. it is polluted by interpretation.

The bible needs to be used and not molested.

When Shame Is Brought Upon A House

I don’t want to go into the entirity.

One aspect that has gravity even without blame.. due to association and not corporate but familiar.

In Romeo & Juliet there is the “house” of Capulet, for example.

In a real tale of life (if you are lucky enough to see the story and not just happenings and peoples) there are charcters. Ie with birthdays, social security numbers. Not just “some dude” or “that wench o’er yonder.

I’m not laughing. My House is the House of Harrison. Wherever I go, it goes. Where I reside, it IS. I DO take my life that seriously, tooth and nail. If someone trashes a public restroom, I pick it up within reason. If I shout righteously at a villian blocking my car- it happens- to down his spirit (which I don’t anymore- I mostly use my FACE) then a baby a half-mile away cries, well, its not a bullet, is it? Sucks.

    I get problems in the House of Harrison. I am not even wealthy and I sleep unwell. Hm. Mercurcio sword lies multplied around. Mercurcio everywhere. Friggin’ Merc.

Experience In Vivid Colour

Today I walked into a
Dollar Tree store, where
everything is one dollar.

I went to NE Portland, OR

The real reason I went from SE to NE is because I was personally feeling left out of a crucial part of my own calling.
If you go past NE to N Portland, you have definitely traversed into what is still a physically segregated
Africa-Am neighborhood.

     I am Euro… Señor Mixed-a-lot… half Viking, half Dutch… a Scotsman’s worst nightmare and a pied piper leading Irish shaw lasses away and away…

    Well at the POSTERBOARD
*gasp*
    A very very VERY nice long haired lady of African decency… uh … descent… ohhh she was… woo! hell-O!
She said:

    What is poster board used for?

    Age 30

   “I’VE used it for lots of stuff.”

   Uh

She says, “What are.. YOU.. going to use it for.”

I felt no seduecy here.

I told the truth.

“I am MAKING a poster that says,

   jesus
   now
   available
   in all colors
   (except maybe not white as
    this poster board is white.”

She smiled and said, “Wow! That’s a cool idea!”

I must be stupid
Or reaching
Because I think she
Was literally an angel.
I mean, I’m married…
This was a being
Irregardless of gender
That seemed to me
To have once live on
Earth.

I think it was Thomas Jefferson’s commom law beauty wife, because
I did take the time
To study my
Sleeping ebony sister…
I dream of angels…
And God knows
I
Need
It
All
When I need hope now.

Mrs. Jefferson it is!

Seriously.
Pericarnate.

Call me crazy lovely.
But not a one without the other.

I can dream better knowing heaven is now and under wraps!!!!

2014

How Many People Do You Text?

I think of it like this:

When I was a painter, the Oregon Journeyman wage per hour was $18.00. That’s I.U.P.A T. unionized, and next to the electrician is NOTHING. They journeyed at $36 in 2009 when I became disabled.

Text messaging to me is like having to listen to mouthy Fred Flintsone’s goofy ideas all day about drinking cactus cola and watching go-go girls like I’m Barney. “Yes, yes yes.”

More pathetic is all the residual sappy needs of our orbiting vampire and succubus friends creaking down the crevaces of our Mentalville via our ear CANAL, impregnating our brains with alien parthenigenic one-parent bs embrionic dumb-crap-isms. Use the Today ear plug! Prevent those sounds from… well… that’s extreme. But people can and WILL talk about crap, crap crap… the more they read and let be born. I am pro-life, but all those evil ideas need to be processed and put in

Gehenna*

Talk from the All-ball of intertwit…
It becomes more and more of less and less and less.

Instead of:

We’re having a bbq, wanna go shopping? Bbq after!?

Its..

“Aw man, a little boy got sick in Orlando today and had near fatal diarreah because a clown who didn’t wash his paddies put his stupid fingers in the chili… and LOOK! (THEY SHOW YOU THEIR DAMN CELL PHONE from a freaking MILE away from your dang INTEREST…) Here he is with a thumbs up.”

HOLY TOLEDO

WHAT THE JAMBO?

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PLANET!??

WE HAVE BEEN TAKEN OVER FROM WITHIN!!

BY…

BYYY…

BY MORONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Songtime

Its time for a song
Boys
And girls

Sing along
Sing it loud
Sing it strong…

CELL PHONES SUCK
THEY AREN’T THE ANSWER
CELL PHONES……
GIVING EVERYONE CANCER

CELL PHONE TATTOOIN’
ON YOUR BUTT?
THATS JUST JABBA’S PHONE
LOST UNDER THE HUTT

TEXT YOURSELF
A LITTLE REMINDER
JUST A LOOK IN THE MIRROR
IS SO MUCH KINDER

cell cell
cell block four
especially reserved
for
The cell-phone-horre

Sticks, tricks and bones in the air
Someone burn the burning man
Give me a ticket
To the desert…

And then maybe I’ll care.

SYN
TAX
SIN
NER.
WOR
DEPRESSED
.COM.                yeah… give it
                               a
                         “ressed”
then
BurN
bABy
BurN

I text… 5 people
I live, very luckily, downtown in a small town next to a city.
I have a library 50 feet away…

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The Lamp of Knowledge lights up all night. Its amazing, stellar, to have skated 40 to here, 3rd story. Not owning, renting… and knowing what and who I am.

When I was a boy I had the G.I.Joe HALO jumper. H.a.l.o:

High altitude, low opening

Next to Boba Fett, I like him BETTER. I love the hell outta what that astrojumper did last year! Holy shit, anyone see how f***ed up that was the first 2/3rds drop at just under 1000 mph? I was thinking,
“How is he not Thanksgiving poke hot juicy fresh… or carbon?” And that dog was real good looking. Wow.

Yeah, I like to zoom in and slow down. I could… and did… write DEATH and TAXES in my Mustang’s front wheels…
by removing.. a thick coat.. of break.. dust. I cannot get enough of that horse. Augh. Snort. Mff. Agg.

Well… the PSYCHIC thrill of being unafraid of people as a very thin calling of the
b.i.b.l.e. warns against having
A spirit of timidity.

I’m not afraid of being AFRAID, J.F. flipper-doo K.!!
I am not afraid of fear!! What the hell???
JFK didn’t write on that.
Put that quote on men’s blue bathroom hockey pucks.

I’ll make it go away. Hahahah.

The only thing we have to fear is fear giving birth to fear giving birth to fear giving birth to fear. .. ……

How long do YOU ALL think
This Earth can go on??

How long can you go on right NOW??

*( casting evil to Gehenna requires an appointed time in a severe relationship to creator God. If its necessary for you or a loved one, I pray the angels over you fight. And I am in prayer tonight. I am just Andy. Crucially linked to the ex-Crucified king, alive her in Portland, OR. Pray your demons leave you. Jesus is over all and is beyond and above me. I fail to describe him. I am sorry if you find my words foul. Its a foul world often. The Lord Jesus be with you and on your feet, girls and guys.)

BOOM!

Fear? How about “Attend”?

Stand at attention to life,
nobility, things that are worthy and beautiful… stop what you are doing… now start again… that could be a million things. Do you do the old, start a new thing?

Are people telling you conflicting things? Does your barbur have a bad hair cut? Ooo. Watch that one.

2014

Like a 1960s T.v. ad

Are your eyes BLOODSHOT?

Do you drool on the pillow? (Their pillow?)

Do you WORRY

GAK
           TALKIE

REMENISSE

about
all
the problems there are ?

Nomophobia

Short for no more cell phone.
Its the cure.
For some
Night
Time
Blib
In
Yo
Head

Turn off your cell phone.

At night.

(Thismessagebroughttoyouby acellphoneandwhatido is notuseitalot moreoftenNOT than alot)
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And the people said:

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