When I was eating a deli sliced chicken sandwhich on wheat Easter Sunday, suddenly my open Bible turned the page all by itself from EXUDOS 1:7 to GENESIS 49:19.
Later I took a cat nap and dreamed that Billy Bob Thornton asked me why I didn't come by last Good Friday and clean up some truck load of horse shit that was dumped inside of his church.
Ashamed by my loss of memory about it, I promised him that I would put a note on my fridge and do it for sure this Friday, which is 4.09 of course.
Pierce County's Hwy.410 being about the 4.10 morning resurrection of Jesus Christ 3 1/2 days after he was crucified on his 34th birthday.
Talk about the beginning of the physical transfiguration on page 166 in THE WHITE HORSE PROPHECY, copywrite 1993.
Gads, if you're going to walk around naked in a French man bikini, at least you should still look good in the part.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS CHRIS WOOD: Jesus told me that "I don't want this!.." today at 12:14 am, 4.6.21.
For Christ sake, who would? Little innocent babies getting bashed to death in front of their mothers; while the mad-as-hell Ephraimite Syrian warriors are raping her virgin rainbow sunshine daughters?
Think BLOOD OF DRACULA meets ANDY WARHOL'S DRACULA two-for-one indie art film special, circa 1973.
PS TODD HERMAN: Today is the day that our Lord made for sure. See ya on the .45 flip side baby.
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