Hello Earthlings

I just thought it might help if I put a few words out in hyperspace. I read lots of stuff, like channelings from angels and extraterrestrials, and I know everybody has a voice, like me. Let me ask you this: Is your God somebody else? I'm glad that everybody has an opinion, a perception of reality they wish to share, but I have some doubts about any AUTHORITY in these opinions. Me, I think compost is a valid religion, since rotten matter from living beings feeds my food. Think about it. Every word I type is the voice of worms and microorganisms who snuck into this human reality by giving their life for the sustenance of another being. They probably didn't even consider that the being they were feeding had an ego that thought it was superior to them. There is a lot of hype about service. Consider who serves you in your vain working of light. I like dogs...you know, the ones that were cast out of the holy city by Saint John the Divine in the Revelation of the Holy Bible. Can I wonder if little John didn't get his food from shit? Uh, excuse me...compost and fertilizer, and intelligent farming and DUH? Hehehe...that's hyperspace. Burn me on a cross stamped on a tablet of methedrine and take a shot of holy wine from the chalice of a priest. "Lightworkers" (I say it with the contempt of the heart of Mother Earth, which must surely exist in darkness since the Sun don't shine between America and China.) So there, I love you and I am one of you. Think, please think, can I repeat myself? (verified) THINK! We got perfection happeniong here and we continue to find fault with it, like we know better and nobody else has a clue. Me, I just hang out around here because there is a girl I like and I'm not even slightly impressed with your pretty pictures and words. Granted, I had enough vanity to come here and look around but the first thing I saw was a girl who had...well, you know, besides a beautiful smile and a heart of gold...so I thought I would spread some light (or dark rotting compost) to try to impress her. How am I doing? I read in Cosmopolitan that a man should ask this question often (after he read the article on orgasms). I say: Peace, love, and plenty to all and I'll stake my life on it. Maybe that will get my girl to come to her senses. Hehehe! That's true love. Look at all the dead people who said the same thing. Namaste, Rob