Mine also. Friend44 is not -god-. Friend is a current poster still. Who cares who it is? It's obviously afraid of itself(with some ocaisonal superb humor on the issue), and will come clean in its own time or vanish into nothing.
Yes, I am your friend. And that friend user too. I am also Stella. ...AND... Themnax, the magical chocolate man, Olhippie, ect... I have told you, I am everyone, everything, everywhere... Unfortunately, I'm also in your toilet with your shit when you flush it.
god is tim leary.... no no no wait better one... GOD IS MY GUINEA PIG!!! hahaha and GOD WANTS YOU TO FEED HER!! hahahaha im sick
Do you mean God our heavenly father or that person running around in here. (I think the guy claiming to be God in here is either Shane 99 or friend 44 but don't quote me 'cause I just may be wrong.)
I am Friend44. I am Shane. I am Bellfire. I am all. ...yup...I'm toilet paper and sometimes I get sick of kissing your asses...
Stop lying -God-, please, for heavens sake. We know you created mortal man just so you could have something to do(kiss our asses).
I like to think that Willie Nelson is either God or his twin brother that's here to represent... Either way, Heaven's not gonna suck.
A: You could never be me. B: The tree you came from hurts so use another tree please. C: I never wanted your lips there to begin with so your idea your bad.
My child - I know that you might be madeth at me - I do give you mad cow's disease every month after all... BUT... Knoweth that every post of yours is faithfully read by your Holy Father.
-GOD- i know who you are. i have felt you in me and around me. i see you in the sun, the moon, the trees, and my fellow human beings. you are elogance and grace coupled w/ authority and omnipotency. thank you for your existence and for the laughs. now........are you gonna finally let me in to the mysteries of the universe? or are there no mysteries that will not be unfolded if we just sit and wait? love. holy mary ecstasy
Holy Mary-Ecstasy - Through locust storm, through plague after plague, through sandstrorms, you doth never doubt your God. Yet, God cannot place thou on a pedestal, thou are stillth living with mortals. BUT... When you croak, it's a whole different ball game up here. There's gonna be some serious ass kicking for the fuckers who doubted me. In the after life for you... Wanna have sex with George Clooney? I'll fix it he'll die in a mysterious paper infection thingie. He'd better love you after that. Wanna have gold? Did you ever see a 537 kilos 76 karat gold ring? It'll be yours! Hang in there sis, you've got v.i.p. tickets reserved up here.