This Picture
This Picture below the following text is an inspirational piece of art, allowing the human mind to transcend all reality. And don't you dare change it either. It truly is capable of being the greatest inspirational picture of all time. It is so awesome, I will describe what it reminds me of...
Dear God...[edit]
This picture reminds me of this one time when I was in church praying to God. The priests were talking about something about papyrus and a river. Of course I never paid attention to it but it inspired me to write a letter to God. Later that night, I began writing. "Dear God, I hope you have been well. You know how you can do anything? Well can you do something for me? PLEASE make those priests make sense of what they speak of. I don't understand a thing they are talking about other than you and sinners. Please tell them to shut up. Thank you. Sincerely, me."
Prostitution[edit]
Something did happen just that moment, but there were no priests. Gunfire rang outside and I heard the groaning of zombies. I knew that the apocalypse I had been hearing so much about in church had come. It was a good thing I had a shotgun, a katana, and the game Dead Rising. When I finally finished playing the game on my Xbox 360, I heard banging on the doorsteps. It was a prostitute. Who knows how the fuck she got there, but she told me that the zombies had moved on. Evidently the video game had scared them all off. Next thing I knew, however, was that I found my self paying her to demonstrate how she used her 'powers' to save herself and Paris Hilton.
What the fuck?![edit]
We went into my bedroom and sat. She then put her hand where my sword was. Soon she began rubbing it. She then took her shirt off and rubbed it with her shirt, moistening her shirt with her saliva. Soon it appeared as though she was done. "Your sword is as good as new," she said. "My katana looks like its as good as new," I said in response, "Now lets get started with my --" Before I could say anything else, some Vietnamese kid smashed open the door into my room and yelled, "The zombies are back!" Before I could respond, the two priests, whom were turned into zombies, started to touch the boy's privates. It was a common practice among Catholic priests to do so.
The main point[edit]
The zombies then ate the boy and started to yell "Blasphemy," another common practice for Catholic priests. They then ate her and right before they ate me, I woke up from my dream. I then went, "What the fuck happened?!" I found two dead priests on the floor, each one had asploded from their insides. I was then abducted by aliens and-- Oh wait, you want me to get to the point now? Fine. The main point was that this story was completely irrelevant to the actual picture. I have ADHD, you know. Can't blame me for this. Now if you really want to see the picture, here it is...below!
Why you have been reading this[edit]
I hope you have had a nice day. Think on this picture and inspire to fill that picture with your imagination. How else would it be inspirational? Now you know.
I hope you have had a nice day. Think on this picture and inspire to fill that picture with your imagination. How else would it be inspirational? Now you know...AGAIN.
I hope you have had a nice day. Think on this picture and inspire to fill that picture with your imagination. How else would it be inspirational? Now you know...FOR THE THIRD TIME.
Now fuck off!