nine scents: Miss. Breakfast? You'll be Bach for Lunch, I'll be Mr. Dinner.

This is for all my hacker friends and everyone else with a bad attitude about my Work.

I Need to be Watched

See, this has nothing to do with any of His holidays for your work: This is my bestowed trust for Pete's sake eternity! Humans are always asking stupid questions like "What's it like there?" or "How do you sort everyone into nine worlds?" or "Do you really look like Al Pacino?"; Right now my focus is on jobs, jobs, jobs!
Running Hell is hard work-and HOT too. Now, on top of falling angels and nymphomaniacs, He wants me to start a blog. Maybe I should change the wording of that former phrase...Nope, we'll leave it like that. You think I want to work hard getting souls down Here???; I don't think so-They're busting down the Gates to get in Here and the River Styx makes the Rio Grande look like a circular swimming pool. And that business about "no vacancy" and zombies running loose? Not going to happen; My Word: Everyone's welcome, even Greeks.
Me and God are talking all the time-He's not at all the narcissistic psychopath everyone says. I tried to tell Him you can't promise more than 100% of any land. About a "Crisis of Belief on Earth": I say that's not my problem. I've got more customers that we can handle (another unfortunate word) and I don't care what they think about me.
I just came from my psychiatrist and he said "Aaaaarrrrgghhhh!"

nine scents

11/5/15

Miss. Breakfast? You'll be Bach for Lunch, I'll be Mr. Dinner.

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