I hope your day finds you FUCKED.

Triumphant, glorious, victorious!

A wakeup call from the risen Christ. Found on the internet!

A shining beacon, ours to touch once we pass through the Gate of Suffering!
I hope your day finds you FUCKED.

Triumphant, glorious, victorious!

A wakeup call from the risen Christ. Found on the internet!

A shining beacon, ours to touch once we pass through the Gate of Suffering!
Holy crap. Found this on facebook.

Christ said, “You are gods.”
Someday, in the distant future, we’ll own our own bodies. We won’t be cogs in a machine whose function has long been forgotten and which gives nobody any real enjoyment. We’ll be our own canvases. Now that is GODLIKE!!!
Isn’t it strange to think that you don’t even own your own body? If you want to take certain drugs, or get an abortion, or marry someone or something outside the norm, you actually have to ask permission from the state. Isn’t that odd?!? And if you take an illegal drug or try to end your own life, then you better be ready for some harsh consequences – you’re damaging state property!