In a strange world that Jesus has created, his beautiful creations such as humans had been quick at hand with their creativity and continue to be extremely political. Jesus, however, loves to see it all go down. And maybe even watch it all up close perhaps. Oh how beautiful would it be to see how Jesus’ hero, Lightning Mcqueen, and his favorite human with such rigorous looks, young Stalin, would react when meeting each other.
Although it might be impossible to have a talking animated car walk around, erm, ride around would work, either way Jesus would spend his afternoons writing away into his notebook of, erm, strangeness.
It was a beautiful evening in Heaven, the beautiful warm suns colors painted themselves on the soft white clouds. Jesus sat at his study, exhausted with the amount of work put onto his hands, he turned over to see his handy notebook filled with many of his questionable fantasies. He picked it up and let out a soft gentle sigh, his beautiful brown long hair falling beside his shoulders as he leaned back on his chair. His gentle gaze looking over the pages. A soft blush spreading across his cheeks as he re-read the kind of things hes been writing on it.
“I wish to be able to meet you all someday” He gently muttered under his breath.
Jesus knew he had the power to do such a thing, but he also knew it would greatly alter history and the logic of the universe. It was too much of a risk to take.
“I can only continue to dream..”
Soon slumber would gently consume him, his notebook in hand as he gently slept. Dreaming of his fantasies, of what he wants to become reality.
Little did he know that soon,
all of his fantasies would indeed
become a reality.