I immediately liked you for 6-feets-in-your-petri-dish-mojo - though my Pops is an ex neurologist/physicatrist at Menningers. "Perhaps you might sit on my cowch like cattle and explain your feeeelings," sez Freud.Im a rock-stolid, no BS, Roamin' Cat (i just cannot find my Way home unless Im Upstairs) + you're of a different denomanation i assume = Only 1 King of Hearts.So, let's git a Big-ol-beerUpstairs and we'll tok boutcelebrating our eternal resurrectionat the RongWayPub, wanna? Cuzz we're on the same page, dear: Use-As-Directed! Pull-up to the Light! You'll then VitSee!!!Love you.Cya soon Upstairs...
Oh...I was an NDE at 15BTWJussayin.Im sorta prouda that.Thus, that gives me perspective,does it not, on how teeny-weenyour finite existence lasts???While you got d'bawls in d'craniumprecisely cuzza your weeerd blog...me, too.We gotta wanna meet Upstairs, dear.trustNjesus. ALWAYS.
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