May you be in heaven a full half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.
Never been thrown out of anywhere before in my life. Well, except for Heaven, of course.
If it was heaven, what would I be doing here?
The good news is that whilst all dogs go to Heaven, you’d be surprised how many pigs are waiting for you in Hell.
A beautiful funeral doesn’t guarantee Heaven.
There is no Heaven to go to, because we’re in it already. We’re in hell, too. They coexist. Right beside each other. And God is the land.
Who wants to be in heaven, eh? Who wants to be in heaven when you can be sending men to f*****g hell?
There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together, and form a perfect world. That is Heaven. And each Heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear and the sky is your imagination.
I figure I’m gonna have to do about 6000 years before I get accepted into heaven. And 6000 years is nothing in eternity terms. I can do that standing on my head. It’s like a couple of days here.
Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
And when you die, you go to a wonderful place called heaven.
There are more stains in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
