You don't need the "how". You don't need the "how" of why Christ is the Son of God, and God Himself, came on about—for He was in this world, yes? For when the first man of Earth had fallen, we had lost what was invincibly earnest about being Progressive— we lost that. So Christ, Son of God— and God Himself, was…

"…who lost his sex drive after being a born-again Christian"
 
"As a person whose Christian friends have forced him to watch every movie put out by that church-that-makes-movies…"
 
 
Dear me, look at the pollenated seeds and their stations of whiffery—if they haven’t already fallen to the ground ‘cause of iniquity, they…

"I can't call myself a Christian because I don't believe that God and Jesus were the same person and I also believe in The Book of Mormon. Those things disqualify me, according to other Christians…"

Yes, Miss Glass, you are an unadorned female(yes?) (cause l will assume for now that you are indeed a Miss Glass, and your given Christian name is indeed, albeit a bit trailing (yes?), Violetta; in other words, a female who is transparently (Glass) pastorally ("-letta[red]"), and yet— to continue this line of…

The preservation of the winter stillness. The "sickness" of purity— it's a supposed sickness in this modern world, isn't it?? But, gawddamned, some of our happiest hours were spent with sickness, no?, staying home from those grade school days in particular. There is no form of escape quite like a momentary sickness…

"Success is finite….Loss is infinite."
 
 
Why are we fleeing to gawddamned here then?? Should you people leave then? with your Marxian muzzles still attached? Maybe I leave too, covered with shame from the lack of fruit-bearing, sneak away sticking Mr. American with the bill but no favors. Gawddamned, what the States…

"I consider myself a beauty realist, but I don't want any actress whose genitals have "swing" capacity to be showing 'em off on the screen."
 
 
The female privates,with regards to Eden, is like a self-applying mist in a humid rain forest. In other words, the privates of the female by itself is redundant, which even…

THE TREE OF LIFE, huh? To make “good with deeply felt examination of godhood, humanity, and the break between them”. “godhood"??? Ah, it's a gawddamned lovely season for clichés and false premises, isn't it? The Anti-Advent, so I called. So NO one was attentive (?), each busy with his own need to grasp the real…