And one day when I rustled through the front door she was standing in the foyer already expecting me and she began urinating making a puddle of liquidy golden diamondy drink, with a sundry of colors and clears, which I subsequently drank and thereafter prostrated before the White goddess and took a wineful of her urination, although I don't drink wine. But for her and myself I would. Technically I've drunken hers and other spiritually natural wines. And that same day of the infinite forevernow she took me and sat me down in a chair she had brought to the foyer, by our Netherland Delft blue vase, and gave me a Bridget Gregory crotch grapple. I declared that day to her as I still do that ''The White woman is God.'' As all people, beings, and or things are in truth. She assured me that she thought the same of me, that I, too, was and or am God. A God and the God... - Joshua Aaron Guillory (JGAS 7 of 14)