God damn this will be hard. I dont even know how many sentences go in a paragraph. From now on its 3 sentences to a paragraph. Writing paragraphs suck ass. I failed sophomore compostition for a reason and this was it. Great, I'm almost done. This is the last paragraph. This is probably the hardest thing I've ever written in my life. For the last sentence I choose this one.
Thy Father in Holy Heaven doth claimed a smile on his Holy Face when doth an apparation doth not hath any thou. Then suddenly thy face of thee became quite hath thou only doth not taken doth apparation doth thee. For doth reason amongst other doth Thy Father decide hath thee doth not claim the apparation among doth thee, unless thee doth not be thy Father's. God.
I wanna be divine. I wish I was as divine as -GOD-. That dude is the most divine guy I've ever had the pleasure of kissing his holy ass.But being divine is only a quality held by the divine. Which I am not. How do I become divine?Bet you didn't think I could talk about being divine for three papagraphs. But I am about to prove you wrong. Asshole.
I woke up this morning to the sound of the news coming from my radio that was constantly on. A nine girl old girl namd Mila Thomas was kidnapped. Someone with a raspy voice was saying that she had brown hair, blue eyes, rather large front teeth, and alot of freckles on her face. She has a missing finger and wore bright pink glasses and a white dress the last time she was seen. How are we supposed to remember that? I thought. I shrugged and hastily got to my feet and put some clothes on. I went and brushed my teeth then washed my face, for some reason I thought about that little girl while I was eating my cereal. I looked at the time, it was already 10:30, I would be meeting my friend Leah in about 45 minutes time. I took a quick shower, powdered my face with makeup, put on my favorite jeans and a t-shirt, and left the house. In the metro station, I checked my watch and saw that I had ten minutes to spare before my train leaved. I decided to take a stroll to the magazine stall. I noticed someone's large duffel bag that seemed to be filled full of soft objects (as someone bumped into its owner), but something caught my eye. On the duffel bag was a large drawing of a little girl, who had brown hair, blue eyes, many freckles, and was reaching out a hand that appeared to be missing a finger. To my astonishment, she was wearing a white dress and had bright pink glasses on too! There was a little space with dialogue attached to her, and it read, "I'm kidnapped! Please help me!" The man walked away before I could say another word.
Peanuts and Mooseass, Don't be so impressed with me. I'm just God, nothing more, nothing less. In my Incomparable Greatness I created everything - that's all - let's not make a big fuss about it.
Well, it's like some of you daughters and sons of mine make a big fuss of all that. I don't want people to get carried away because I post here. Sure, I created the Cosmos and all but, let's remember we all have our little hobbies and we like to make little things. I remember, Holy Mary liked to make little bead necklaces. Well, the whole Universe is like a body, the megabizillion planets are like little beads.
god, give up your user.. please!?!?!?! we know you arent god.. i think its getting a ltitle bit annoying.. if you are soo religious then you'll know that god said to his followers they shouldnt claim to be him and that they should worship him.. not realyl make up lies about being him.. i respect you and think you are very creative, however.. its just a suggestion..
Here is another proof if you still doubt the veracity of your Eternal Father in Heaven: Why would I claim to be God the Holy Father if I wasn't? I mean whatever possible gain could anyone have in pretending to be the Holy One? I can also scan my driver's permit - my name is on it: God Rabiscoobyski.