"Perhaps in a garden we are closer to our creator. We certainly are closer to His creation. My prayer is that this painted garden will be a meeting place for many that would speak to their God in the silence of morning.
— Thomas Kinkade"
The above quote is what we in the writing business call "twaddle." It is not just ordinary twaddle, it is a sterling example of it. Three short sentences, each of them blatheringly meaningless. In the first sentence creator is not capitalized. If Kinkade is Christian , which he goes out of his way to imply, then he is a very rude one. The Christian God's synonyms are always capitalized. Except when I use them because I AM a very rude Christian. Perhaps in a garden we are NOT closer to our creator. Especially one with a gazebo because gazebos are where you try to get to first base. That's what they are FOR. Seducing females. Since gardens are man made we are closer to a human creator in a garden, which is hardly a divine being. Bow your heads now, Thomas Kinkade would like to pray a moment: his prayer is that people will assemble somehow inside this terrible painting and and speak to "their God." Not necessarily his God. But theirs. Whoever the fuck he may be. Baal? GAOTU? Zeus? Dagon? Cthulhu? Sure, that would be fine. No actual Christian who knew what the fuck his religion was all about would ever have THIS for a fucking prayer: that everyone pray to "their God." And praying in a gazebo ain't what you do in a gazebo. Trying to get a handful of tit, or trying to get a handful of female fingers under your ballsack, is what you do in a gazebo. Who the fuck's he kidding. I don't think Senyore Kinkade has started painting minarets yet, but when he does I suppose the twaddle will have a more Middle Eastern flavor to it.
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