With all of the turmoil lately, I'd probably give things a 143 on the Rapture Index, instead of the 158.
But since the Rapture Index is 158 right now and
The Rapture Index rating scale wrote:Rapture Index of 85 and Below: Slow prophetic activity
Rapture Index of 85 to 110: Moderate prophetic activity
Rapture Index of 110 to 145: Heavy prophetic activity
Rapture Index above 145: Fasten your seat belts
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotised
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said don't stop, do punk rock
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up !
Despite these oh-so-politically correct times, with ecumenism being emphasized so much, with "reaching out to other faiths" such a big focus, I just can't help but feel that anyone who honestly buys into the whole "Left Behind" Rapture stuff is a mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging, inbred, sub-retard with a handful of extra chromosomes jangling in their cells.
But, hey, that's just my opinion.
THE BIBLE - Because all the works of all the science cannot equal the wisdom of cattle-sacrificing primitives who thought every animal species in the world lived within walking distance of Noah's house.
Sudden Sam wrote:It just makes my day to have to worry about a mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging, inbred, sub-retard with a handful of extra chromosomes jangling in their cells possibly deciding its his "duty" to initiate Armageddon.
With Christers in the White House, Ahmadinejad in Iran, crazy Muslims all over the damn place, it's just a matter of time before one of these loons cranks off the big one.
Pat Robertson...where are you?
Imagine the look of surprise on the faces of the holy rollers (of various faiths), bopping about their radioactive rubble, after they manage to ignite WWIII and Jebus/Mohammed/whomever fails to show up and shower them with their "promised rewards."
They'll probably look around and decide that they didn't use a big enough charge...
THE BIBLE - Because all the works of all the science cannot equal the wisdom of cattle-sacrificing primitives who thought every animal species in the world lived within walking distance of Noah's house.
After I wade through the radioactive rubble and then rot on my porch, I doubt I'll need any of my allotted 72 virgins. I'm willing to trade them for hooch, one of those net things that hold pistachio's and a lay-z-boy.
72 Virgins...hahaha What the fuck would I do with them, dance?
WTF is it with the virgins anyways? They are just going to lay there like a dead fish and whelp while tears roll down their cheeks. I'd much rather go with an experienced broad that is gonna move with me.