Hey, hey, what do you say WE turn our stewed, used, and abused toxic-waste-dump-of-a-planet back into an Eden styled Garden Paradise?
Where the overflowing cornucopia of Mother Nature pleasantly breezes and shines into each and every life, each and every day.
Where MATURE inhabitants super playfully and responsibly enjoy the sweetest fruits of life. Where they guiltlessly go at each other in a delectable and naughty, safest sexual TELEPATHIC LOVE DANCE. "Eve, whose eye darted contagious fire..."
Where intelligence and knowledge spews forth---bursting and expanding every mortal soul, every human heart---with Godlike gifts and Godlike dreams.
Where w!i!s!e!l!y guided new forms of technology allow many of Earth's riders to resign, ASAP, as its captive crap diggers, and soar as its true hero co-creators---all alongside one another---and not over any other.
Where we take better care of ourselves ... and others. Much, much better care.
Hey! ... Huh? What do you say? What do you think?
G...r...e...a...t idea? or grand foolish lunacy? A possibly intriguing and interesting way to live a new life, or just something so ridiculously far-out and idealistic as to not merit any further consideration?
Let's stop shuffling to a sad, sorry, weepy, weary blues of a helpless, hoping, praying and waiting for Heaven, for Christsakes, and let's start focusing and channeling our NRGs into planning and building a heavenly Heaven ...right here, right now. What are you waiting for?...
Build my dream, love-warriors! Make. It. Happen. No more peering endlessly down the tracks, waiting, waiting, waiting for The Dream Train to somehow magically appear, all decked out, and all ready to go. Our efforts and hard work to create our very own Heaven---with our very own hands, hearts, minds, guts, and butts---is the freakin "spontaneous" miracle.
That is correct, ladies and gentlemen, I am 7.6 Billion % bound and determined to build Paradise on Earth, one piece at a time, brick by brick, and ass by beautiful ass. Yep, I'm a King of Fools ... but I am not fooling around. And maybe, just maybe, someday, after you, I , and the rest of us have finally created something that we can all be proud of, we could invite JC, ET, Moses, Muhammad, Buddha, Confucius, and all the angels, aliens, and saints on over for a great big ole fat, rocking and rolling, worldwide Johnny Luau.
So, who's with me? Who's with your cheerful brother, the nice-guy-next-door. Who's with the Grand Groin Guru, your Paradise-building, Pan pal, Johnny Neptune? Who's with your Sex City Salesman Showman, the Prophet of Consensual Deep Quantum Leap Peep? Do ya feel me? Do ya got my back? Don't leave me hangin... "You want to join me band?"
I am your thoroughly honored Entertainment Guide, aboard the cosmic cruise liner, Mighty Ma E. And then there was Neptune.......
Co-creator daters!, I want my Garden of Eden, goddammit. What are YOU going to do about it? Be late to The Picnic no more. ...Back to the Garden!!!...
xxx Johnny Neptune. Dreamer. Barker and builder for Paradise. Anchoring The Goddess. Get to work! Release The Feast. Wishin is for fish, and hopin is for dopes, but "if you can conceive it---and BELIEVE IT!---then you can >>>> achieve it."
December 22, 2009. revisee 3/31/2021
