You done goofed, God. You've convinced yourself you're a human again. You think that your

name is something that can be uttered through the end of the feeding tube you used to chew

up hamburgers. You're trapped! You're in a gravity well. You forgot it was a dream.

And now you're taking everything seriously. You don't realize that you're like the prodigal

sun wandering through the great wilderness having forgotten that your birthright is not

a lack in limitation but is in fact the storehouses of heaven. You're an angel that passed

out from drinking too much or you're like a high powered businessman or woman who like

all high powered businessmen and women from time to time like to drive down the Culver

City and get the shit spanked out of them by a dominatrix. That's you, God, and the great

S&M Dungeon Weekal Planet Earth, enjoying the experience of not having to control everything

for once as the great dominatrix of life inserts her high heel deep into your immortal

rectum. But when you're tired of it you can always leave the dungeon. Just don't forget.

How are you going to enjoy being in the dungeon if you think you can never leave? That's

the secret message in all religions that we're all God getting the shit kicked out of us

by a very talented dominatrix we call Mother Earth. I just want to remind you as the

weekend approaches that you've got a terrible case of universal amnesia and whenever you're

ready to have that dark lady's fist removed from your aching asshole, she'll do it. All

you got to do is say please, it'll happen. Trust me, you're going to wake up to your true

identity eventually but you don't have to do it until you're ready. That's the whole

point. Enjoy the flogging and when you're ready, towel yourself off, give Mother Earth

a nice tip and head back to your cosmic skyscraper and start creating infinity again because

it's fun. This is Dunkin' Trussell and you God are listening to the Dunkin' Trussell

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