his hobbies include invisible girls bubble wrapped shielding their eyes from the sun up the side of his mountain holding fast to the cable and the eventual terror of drawing paper moons framed a bit too insular binocular funicular vermicular these out of sightlines opaque and cobwebbed screening off his ***** little secrets
There once was a very fine cat called Flick. A more respected cat there has never been. Well groomed, very proud and much admired. Flick was well educated and some would say both wise and smart. So well admired and trusted that even fish looked up to him. Now Flick ran a local school which offered very specialized classes. Adult fish would drop their hatch-lings off to learn from Flick. So many hatch-lings were trusted to Flick's care. For many years and generations hatch-lings came and went. Flick's prestige and adoration growing as the years passed. Then one day.... A former hatch-ling... much older and somewhat troubled by life, spoke out aloud of his time at Cat Flick School and of how the Cat Flick upon the hatch-lings was Fed A Pile. By any standard all the fish agreed... such is a Cardinal sin.
Then that deity is definitely a maniac! A *** offender! As the real almighty, Wants you to stretch upwards, And pluck the stars for your loved ones. If your deity wants you to bend, And also promises women in heaven, Then convert to a different faith, As for your present faith, it's the end.
Read about a really ******* faith that carries the tag of religion.