People may never know what it's like to live in a world where some little punk can get away with all the shit I do; any more than their lickly to realize how much better they would prefure me to be living it_than them. That's of no concenquence here however, but only that you hear every word I say, and, if you're smart, believe them. I am Jesus Christ, just as assuredly as you are too afraid or simply unwilling to deny me to my face.
Anyway, earlier today I was at the mall. Apparently I have no work until Saturday, and am deturmand to find some pleasure in having to sit on my ass till then. So I went out, bought some sauggages on sale, and a nice twenty-six oncer of Canadian-club Wiskey. After walking around a bit, I decide to check my phone, find a place to sit-down, and eventually send a tweet. It's a public sitting-area, desinged spifically for these pouposes. and presently the space is invaided by a bunch of 'oldies' who probably over the months have made the place their neighbourhood meeting-spot. I notice that they are all english-speaking, but still feel somewhat discomboublatted, because, with all my packages, bags, winter-clothing and hat, which need to be properly placed_both to keep out of the way of other shoppers, and folks that might want to sit down; those that are already there insist on giving me glances asuredly ment to make the situatioton feel even more aquward than it already is. And I have to make everything nice and neet around me too, since, surely the security-guard would otherwise decide he needed to make it his place to do so. They're always following me around, standing in their little groups, and making obvious comments together reguarding what they believe to be my character. And nine times out of ten they're Haitian-fucks who got over here after reporting, criminalizing and killing their own fellow country-man; before having to high-tail it out of their country in the first place.
So anyway, within a few moments I get my tweet done; which goes like this:
"If He said He was on #thePopes & #thePresident's #TwitterPage, would they be impressed...
Or will this #ModernAge hold that close to its chest?"
Naturally the 'tag'ed-itums' went 'Top-Tweet' because as we know, jesus, doesn't fuck around, or, waste His time. In the mean`time however, I could hear discontent between the people sitting within my proximitty. And, for the-most-part from what I could understand: they were somewhat dissatisfied with government. One old-geezer had made a loud public-declarition that: He hadn't paied his taxes for a number of years_so loudly, that I wasn't the only one turning around to see what was going-on with him. They were absoulyly all-over the globe with their bitterness and malcontent too, as the conversation led even to Italy, Greese and I believe Rome. Obviously these good-folks were of imagrent-family's or perhaps were themselves/ whatever...
So I'm about to leave now, and the louder of the gentleman is declairing: People don't know what's going-on around them these days; at which point now I feel, before departing, I must confirm_maybe not in a voluam so loudly, but, just as reformedbully. They after-all have welcomed me into what they call the real life, durring that time I was sitting amunst them; that it is only my obglation to pay some respect towards my elders, and state exactly how correct they are that:"People don't know what the fuck is going on around tham, but, some of us do."
Briskly stopping in my attempts of departure, I turn around less concerned with the expression on my face, than the words expaulding from my lips and mouth.
You're right, I say:
People don't know what's going on, or what's about to happen, because, that thing you have probably heard of, that internet-sensation all the top-dogs in Government, Media and electronic social-comunartions use, that tower of importance they like to utlize to trick the people into believing they are "the-right-stuff" their social-pages, all have one thing in common from the silly, poumpas Pope, to the highest position of phisical-athority on the whole of this planet, that's Jesus Christ, and He is standing right in front of you now.
"No!" one lady screemed.
"Yes" I said.
And suddenly, so did everybody else. The truth cannot be denied. If I wanted to, I could have whiped that gang of old-timers into a frenzy, and had the mall towrn apart brick by brick_just for the fun of it.
And that's again, the real life bitches, that somma you better watch you're step. When the gods strike, yes "vengence is a dish best surved cold" but better still `we make damned sure nobody is prepaired for the scrumptiousness of our serving, that they have no excape from experiencing the tastful dash of retrobution_if needed. Come-on, tell me. Isn't that what you want and expect of you're Jesus/Right
amen
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