soooo Jesus...

jesus was totally a zombie.

think about it. or allow me to illuminate MY thought process. (more fun, less effort. for you, anyway...)

he died on a friday. a good friday. bummer. didn't even get a last weekend. just a last supper.

three days later, he's "resurrected." yet his body is never found, as my step-mom brought up.

where did he go? where did his body go?

i, think its a safe bet that his soul went to "heaven," or wherever it is that souls go upon... going.

AND HIS BODY LEFT THE CAVE TO FEAST ON THE BRAINS OF THE LIVING!!!

jesus: king of king, and lord of the living dead. i am so making a line of t-shirts about this...

seriously though, i don't even have this strange zombie-fetish that so many people my age do. like, they just don't do "it" for me... like, they don't give me the big "O". i'm not a zombie-luvr.

but zombie jesus... that, THAT, is something i can totally get behind.

i still dislike christianity though. and jesus' life story makes me really uncomfortable. i hate martyrs. i hate cruelty. and i really dislike easter. i don't think the bible is any sort of definite authority on what is "sin" and what isn't. and i don't think anyone can absolve you of your sins but yourself, the ones you sinned against, and your own conception of any sort of higher power.

and yes, i will continue to be offensive and over-defensive every easter. possibly until i die.

there's just a lot of jesus in the air, and i can't help it. i'm allergic.