savior-poet– boo–who luc simonic "king david & jesus" david was a tortured poet who was also king & head prophet of his dominion – i mean jesus – besides being the son of god wasn't a poet (a figurative king, parablist & prophet yes – but not a poet – he probably never even wrote anything – he just said stuff & per formed miracles) it is written that jesus came from david’s blood line – maybe god brought to earth a son from david’s bloodline because god / jesus correlated savioring & poeming or maybe god is the poet (& fan of david’s poetry) & jesus is his perfected savant(ish) son who likes the same stuff his father does & maybe jesus thought & even doted upon david & david's poetry because david wrote his poems on earth as a man that was going to die eventually (versus jesus’s father’s poetry that no one has even read yet – save jesus & heavenly souls – because it would blow mankind’s minds into a babel-gillion little pieces) i think that david’s poetry made it much easier for jesus to be so successful as a tortured savior & king & prophet i would rather be a poet – like david & god – than a savior like jesus – the prospects of being a savior seem in ordinate ly risky "king david & sex" the other thing about david is that he was all up & horny humping the one guy's wife & then sent the poor guy off to be killed in the nation's war - apparently it was a real lusty sinny chain of events that went on – i’m sure they ate exotic fruit off each other's genitalia & i'll bet it felt really really good – having all the makings of fantastic poetry after her husband was dead – david married the slut & god was like; "david's heart is like my own heart" & there was a bunch of crying & repenting & pain & --- more sex "jesus & sex" jesus – since he was god –could've had sex with anyone anytime - he could've been the big gest polyamorist –rather– polygamist (since that has biblical roots) that all of judea had ever even heard of in their oral tradition he would've smooth talked 'em – it's that simple – jesus would've smooth talked 'em making verb forms into miracles manifest ing a heavenly horniness engulfing every want & childhood dream any young or old ever had – if you are god i am sure you can figure out a way to take every social eco nomical physical & emotional pressure that ever fell or ever lain on any woman on earth & slowly pull it out – out – out – out – from her pulsing vagina walls & metaphoric “g” – spot like an endless string of god glory handkerchiefs which you'd then dangle lightly in front of them completely pacified winters whites white the white of eternity      tug slowly for fifteen minutes or until they almost have a massive heart attack or maybe they would have one & then you would raise them from the dead or some thing much much more powerful than that –      granted this is only a possibility if you believe that jesus is god – so if you don't that's your deal – but i encourage you to pretend for several mom ents – – now that you non-believers are pre tending ponder this: jesus could have des troyed all the evil & evil doers & been god's gift to women (both at the same) time without a problem – & it is interesting that he didn't because david did – but then again david was a poet of god's heart & jesus was a savior "boo – who" so – jesus scratches his chin & asks himself; "father god why should i not rule the world? & pleasure all the chicks? or do something amazing that folks won't even be able to think of if i don't actually do it?" "my son" goes the almighty godhead "because if you play your cards exactly right & don't fuck everything up for everyone you'll get to get beat down to the bottom bowels of hell not to mention scourged betrayed bludge oned your blood in pools all over the place” (you know the general story) “my son” goes godhead “it will be way way better than any god forsaken poetry" jesus stopped scratching his chin & cried – “wept” is the word the good books uses – i prefer a more colloquial less dramatic “boo who” & i’m not being sarcastic at all