Isn't That Special

Sometimes, We, have to wonder: Would it make more sense were i to wear this Jesus/THING more forcefully? It could be that were i to do so, not as meny people would try to FucK with Us all the time! But then of course, i do realize that if i were to say...have my I_Christ Twitter-address embroided across the back of my leather-jacket, or, TheMinisterOfCool riding up the side of my chaps... there would always be that one reject__who might approatch me unkindly, and so i don't. I mean people have the most puzzeling way of dealing with things they eather don't understand, or, in meny cases__refiss to believe.

All this of course has nothing to do with the particular situatition i'm going through now. It's at work you see, the place where i'm house-painting__at the time. This is where my/Glory &/WONDER are most recently being challanged; while quite frankly, my Darlings, We have been a painter a Hell of a time longer than we've been some frigging-God; that to have our job challanged...We Are NOT Amussed !! But to have my abilities challanged in such a way, you will soon learn, well i can't say simply: Isn't that special, but, probably there is a special place in Hell for folks who decide to FucK with me in this piticular way; weather they know i'm The Little FUCKING Baby Jesus, or, even if, as in this case, they don't!

It's like this, you see: I haul my fat, lazy ass out of bed, and yet while knowing i'm a God, and because if the miracles i have secretly preformed__were the world to learn of them, surely there would be no need of me to work for the-Man ever again, and i go to work; deturmand, and, sucessfull usually of doing not only my best, but, the best even that i can do. Simply put: I paint prepaired-walls until they look the most perfact they can while still on this side of Heaven lol

Anyway...When i go to work, i'm like everyone else__really. And like every other house-painter, from the time i start the task, until the time when i will be finished, those walls are mine, i own them, and, the ownership of those walls will remain mine; until such time as i inform the owner, or whom'ever i am working for that: I'm finished. Naturally,once i've put the second coat on on one of my little walls, i would expect that if anybody is going to touch them, say like the-plaster/Guy...well for certian they would have the respect to inform me of what problems they found__before messing-up my work with fresh, wet-plaster, Ay?

O! Sure, i can believe that after Twenty-Nine (29) years, suddenly my work has gotten all a-shotty and careless. Yes...i can believe that in this house i'm working at now, paint-drips, meny, meny paint-drips__rolled down the walls; that the plaster-guy had to chip it away and re-plaster it; the very moment i turn my back and leave for home! And of course i can believe that somehow my work is going to be considered so poor-quality, that i have to be taken off the job, and watch as my duties are being given instead to...yea you guessed it, The Plaster Guy.>>>Nuff Said?
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