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    dotsJournal: I'm Wide Asleepdots
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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2011-05-02 09:52:59

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    Mood: The Usual

    ooops. i just turned into the troll who is way to old for this shit.

    ...Created 2008-06-01 00:19:43

    dotsJournal: Forgivendots
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    Mood: The Usual


    "Forgiven"
    Current mood: uncomfortable


    All right then. Picture this if you will.

    I am embarking on a six hour Tool refresher course through "God's Country" (read Wisconsin), when I suddenly become aware that I am gleefully screaming along in a sea of vehicles all sporting "Forgiven" bumper stickers. This prompted a sad philosophical journey into the choking abyss of my religious beliefs that I will now splay and pin open for all of you to see.

    First of all lets take a look at this notion of "Forgiven". A majority of this herd of vociferous sheeple were elderly blue haired, white buick skylark driving, minimum speed limit defyers. What could they possibly be "Forgiven" for? Personally, I don't feel that I have done anything in my life that is so terrible that I need to recieve an eccleciastic decree of forgiveness. Therefore am I to believe that I am inheritly an evil being? That conception and birth are an occult operation? Should my beliefs and actions be driven by fear? Is that what will earn me my eternal carrot?

    If you want to get your soul to heaven trust in me now don't you judge or question. You are broken now but faith will heal you. Just do every thing I tell you to do.

    This whole notion of sin and forgiveness feels like a bad T-ball coach.

    No matter what you are NEVER good enough. You will always need my forgiveness. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

    Look up to me, Worship me DAMMIT!

    Thanks for the mutually unfounded faith Dad!

    Secondly, let's think about this whole "father" in heaven shit. Last time I checked one of the key elements of fatherhood was sticking around to help raise the kids. When a "father" abandons his children there is usually a court action and a penance the "father" pays his children. NOT THE OPPOSITE.

    So here we are alone, naked, and sinful at birth.

    Would you die for me? Don't you fucking lie...Wouldn't living for me been easier and more beneficial?

    (This marks the offering portion of the evening, Please send your holy father in heaven his weekly thank you card with five dollars in it. Just like grandma sent you on your birthday. Nothing is free these days you know. Especially your goddamned soul.)

    Here's a marketing tip for the Church. How's about printing a series of bumper stickers that say "Accepted". Accepted by someone who deserves my acceptance. A mutual relationship of respect. Accepted as an individual capable of making choices that aren't driven by dread of eternal damnation and torture in fiery climes.

    Without choices emotion is merely kareoke, and religion is nothing but a blissfully polluted Wisconsin afterhours bar of the soul.

    Fuck L. Ron Hubbard, and Fuck all His predecessors.

    Don't get me wrong. My grudge is not solely with the creator. The Grudge is also with the little asshole freaks in the white robes that took a message of love and sacrifice and turned it into a ravenous machine feeding on fear and money. They turned sentiment into a fraternity of rich rapist pedophiles.

    Welcome to the perverse Corporation of Catholicism. Bumper stickers are available for $5 each.

    And in case this angered you, let's finish things up with a little quote:

    You're Christian aren't you? Well then, Forgive me! - Bill Hicks

    All opinons here are by Eric and in no way reflect the views of the management


    ...Created 2007-07-06 17:12:44

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    Mood: Head Aching

    Just realized tonight that I have spent a majority of my life as a completely oblivious asshole.

    All apologies to all those whose feelings I've obliterated.

    It was ignorantly unintentional.

    I am a bad

    Egg.

    man.

    ...Created 2007-05-16 22:05:38

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    Mood: The Usual

    XXX

    ...Created 2007-01-23 07:51:21

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    Mood: The Usual

    Looking forward to looking back

    ...Created 2006-12-13 18:23:47

    dotsJournal: uh oh,dots
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    Mood: Sleepy

    I am slowly becoming aware that suddenly I only write for......

    ...Created 2006-12-09 07:24:11

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    Mood: The Usual

    I have recently read some of the most creative poetry I have ever seen on this site. It was on Your Page.

    ****NOTICE****

    The Poem "Lost and Found" has been given to Jaydee (someones epiphany) in recognition of all her hard work on developing the cure.


    *************

    ...Created 2006-11-08 16:14:34

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    Mood: The Usual

    I have recently read some of the most creative poetry I have ever seen on this site. It was on Your Page.

    ...Created 2006-11-07 21:32:46

    dotsJournal: N.M.E Risesdots
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    Mood: Nostalgic

    My country tisn't of thee
    Most certainly not them.
    Definitely not she.
    I have yet to see purple mountain's majesty.
    Of THEE I sing?

    Land where my Father's lied,
    Land where the Indians died,
    From every Mountain High
    LET FREEDOM RING! (Please)

    ...Created 2006-11-01 17:06:23

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    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

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