Recently I went to a flea market and they were doing a clay molding thing in one of the booths. It was meant to be a religious thing about god creating us in his own image. Well, I got home and as I was going to bed I started thinking about how if we were crafted by god to look like him that means god must have a dick. And that it was pretty gay of him to mold a bunch of dicks, and also that of all the dicks he molded he probably gave himself the best one.Then I thought about how if he had a dick he must have a butthole too, and that God’s anus is probably this pristine, bleached, tight little circle, and that he is probably as smooth as a baby from the chest down. Then I noticed I had become slightly aroused thinking about god’s butthole and dick, even though I’m not gay. All of a sudden I had this strong urge to fuck god. Just this unshakable urge to be inside him. But then it dawned on me that god could probably read my mind, and so I started praying and begging forgiveness for thinking about his tight holes and smooth balls. Then, mortified, I realized the whole time I was praying I was imagining god as this hairless, sculpted twink. Now I just hope I haven’t alienated god and made him too uncomfortable to be around me…