Encouraging!

[billy.extian]

I am reading up more about all the JoS shizzle* on the web archive because the current links direct me to a dead-end, and I just began reading PEOPLE, about people in our lives. I find it rather encouraging. I am usually wrong about a lot of things and I have strong convictions about things, as well. I admit I am ignorant about a lot of things, as well...
Well, with it saying, "Xtians are weak, whether they be co-workers, family, or whatever. Rarely will you ever see one stand ALONE against one of us." I thought about myself defending "god" then defending the Gods (or more accurately offending Christianity and "god" for being shit and virtually completely bullshit). I can remember that defending "god" was actually hard work; a chore. When someone argues something you can't out-argue, you go quiet, speak with fellows, then save the argument in case you need it again later. When you find out the good argument to defend yourself, you're naive and very enthusiastic about it, not knowing it's actually rather shallow or empty. You always have to rationalise things, defend, find a way to help or make the other person believe and accept what you're saying is true, etc. To be frank, I am sick and tired of that; it's exhausting. All work and no play makes Billy and Extian!

Anyhoo, I just want to say that if I can finally be correct in, for, to do with something for once, then that would be great. - This is encouraging that I might finally be able to win in an argument against some clever idiots. There might be many things to defend god and Christianity, but there are also many things to offend them, as well. One of my own personal experiences is the fucking over-the-fucking-top "care" you have to put in for fuck-all in return! When something finally happens, you thank god for it. For example, I am single and really want a partner and my own family, yet at the same time I am bi-curious due to personal things involving too few males and too many females in my upbringing. I suppose I could have a family with a male partner, but my convictions about that are strong, and therefore I am torn to pieces. Actually, there is a song I ascribe to "god" which is Dark New Day's song aptly called Pieces: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1qC5MDmxiI

Lyrics:
You break me
into the one you want, into the one you need
you bend and break me
You watch me separate myself from who I really am
to fit into your plan

[Chorus]
You're cutting me in two
ripping me in three
you're killing with those words you say to me
You're cutting me in two
ripping me in three
How many pieces can you take from me?
Take from me?

Take it
Whatever's left, there's only following routine and
fake it
and give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am
to fit into your plan

You're cutting me in two
ripping me in three
you're killing with those words you say to me
You're cutting me in two
and ripping me in three
How many pieces can you take from me?

The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two
Holding on it's true, won't bring it back again
They way you look, my friend, is closer to the end
I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again

You cut me up, again cut down
You cut me up, again cut down
You cut me down

You're cutting me in two
and ripping me in three
you're killing with those words you say to me
You're tearing me in two
ripping me in three
How many pieces can you take from me?
How many pieces can you take from me?
How many pieces can you take from me?

God is a mean kid with a magnifying glass.

Too fucking true! I'm there praying asking god for some shit that will never come true, and he's there shitting on my face:

"Do you want this thing you just asked for? (Well, you have asked for it many times, but you know.)", and I keep asking. He goes, "Do you really want it?"
"Erm, yes! "
"Do you REALLY want it?!"
"Oh, no. That's why I didn't fucking ask for it in the first fucking place, you DICK!"

God, why do you hate me?

'Cause he's an overbearing arsehole coward. He should go and pick on someone his own size.

More and more I am hating god and his bullshit bullshit! Fuck him; his angels of Heathen; his "holy" spirit; and his fucking NAH-zerene. If I were to put my son to death for a so-called "friend", what the fuck type of father would I fucking be?!

That's also another of my arguments. Back when I used to think Hell was a fiery place of "Weeping and gnashing of teeth", eternal torment and torture, and burning for all eternity (yet I have also heard it being slow destruction into nothingness over a long period of time even though the heavenly places are outside of time ), I asked-- no I argued, "If your son was about to jump or fall into a fire you wouldn't sit by idly allowing him to do so! Not for any-fucking-one! You might love your friends an incredible amount - that being actual friends, not the bullshit "relationship" we're alleged to have with "him" - but you as sure as Hell** wouldn't let your son die for any of them! No fucking way!

A third argument of mine is that if god forces us to "carry "our" cross" and bear suffering all of our lives without fruit, and also being made "in "his" image", I should ask a Christidiot if I could emotionally and mentally hurt their children. They would say no, but I'd argue by saying, "God made me in his image; I'm just trying to imitate him." Stupid fuckers.

Forgive my language and attitude at the moment, but I feel it's necessary to explain myself. Basically I am feeling rather encouraged at the moment that I might finally be able to argue something and it being easier in a sense, and I also being correct for once!

I might not have made the commitment yet, but I'll still say it: Ave Satanas! - I like the Latin in spoken words and songs such as in Classical music sang by choirs. Yeah, most of them are about "god", but they could also be about the Gods if we decided them to be, no?!

Billy ;-)

*Sorry about that!
**Pun definitely intended