which do you prefer spiritual food or physical food?

i prefer spiritual food :) because it has a a greater impact than physical food and is necessary for us to endure whats going on in the world today

i really love using illustrations when teaching things to people or even when holding a conversation in general it makes something much more personal and anyone can grab a piece of information from a particular illustration :)

For example:  ”As people we are like sponges, just as a sponge is able to absorb water over the counter, we too can absorb the things we see. and because of that trait we need to be careful of what it is we soak up!”

reflect some of your illustrations i’d like to hear them

So I got this girl in the sex nid-arena 
Getting ready to put my Poke-flue in between her. 
First I take it slow bro, you know, play it Tentacool 
When I Poliwag my Weedle oh how it makes her drool 
I’m hard as a rock, and this girl seems hooked on onix 
Cause she puts her Meowth on my Pidgey and takes it like a bong hit 
Then she’s starting to Machoke, which isn’t very cool 
I don’t want to risk the Chance, see, of being Tentacruel 
With the greatest swiftness, I slide off her Kabutop 
And make her great paras come unleashed and drop 
She’s seaking to be drilled, while I’m hoping she’s infertile 
Playing with those jigglypuffs, trying veno-not to Squirtle 
I Exegcute that foreplay, and now I’m ready to Cubone 
Trying to finish quickly before her Mr. Mime gets home 
But she stops before I can start the Manky Panky 
And Says “Since I had to Staryu, you have to Starmie” 
So since she did me, I guess I have to Ditto 
I get down on my knees and pone-eat a Pidgetto 
Give her a Slowpoke before I dive into that girl 
And attack her cloyster with a full polywhirl 
I Lickitung her Lapras, tasting on that Magicarp-et 
Hoping she’s not Krabby, that’d be gastly and would make my heart sick 
Yes that Persian rug was clef-hairy, but I didn’t really mind 
Since I could ring the Victory bell, I was getting some behind 
Down there for so long, I came up Koffing and Wheezing 
I got her seel of approval though, cause she’s Growlith-ing and breathing 
Wanting to gravel her, feeling so sand-shrewd 
Give her an electabuzz with my spear-oh too 
I’d tell you her name, but don’t think she’s a whore, see? 
Not to many get her rapidash, tonight she’s just rhyhorn-y, 
So I start Rhydon like the Machamp, feel like I could roar 
Going so hard that I probably made her ivy sore 
She wanted my Arbok so I gave her gear a dose 
Going so hard that her Mew almost tauros 
Inside that butterfree, feeling like a charmelon bucks 
Constantly Jolteon her from the power of my Psyduck 
Now I must have gone and jinxed it, somewhere in the equation 
Cause she started getting drowzee during the copulation 
I didn’t even notice, I kept going at her Golbat 
But then something seemed Oddish when I she started to snorelax 
I tried to wake her up, zu-but she was pory-gone 
And she’d have to be awake before I’d get my flare on. 
Of course I felt gloom, I thought I had been charming’ her 
And now I can’t Grime her voltorb or I’ll be harming her 
My Dewgong can’t Muk, and if he does it’d be rude 
But this is still better then the time I brought home a Geodude 
With my pants down and my bell sprouted, I feel I got to doduo 
So I Maro-walked into the bathroom, and when I leave, what do I view? 
That my girl’s awake again-gar, which seems kind of farfetched 
And provoked some Poliwrath at the thought that she fake-slept 
I asked her what was wrong, does she not like it when I pinsir? 
And she responded with, “Calm down a second, Spencer. 
If you think your sex is good, your wrong, if you think your hip, no, 
The only thing you’re good at is Nintendo.” 
I love this girl a magneton, and hearing that was wiggly tough. 
The eevee-ning had started well, but now was turning rough 
Told her “Wait a parasect, please stay the omanyte, 
You’re my goldeen girl, and if you leave I magne-might 
E-raticate my life, cause you are my pharaoh! 
It’s to early in the night to give me the kabuto!” 
And she says, “Way back when, when I first took a peek at you. 
I thought you were kind of cute and that you’d want my mew too. 
I felt electrodes in the air when I saw you and you saw me 
But that was before I knew your Diglett was so Dragtini!” 
I didn’t know the size of my Dodrio mattered, and my god, 
Here I thought we were like two Caterpies in a Metapod 
I hope the memories of me haunt her, I hope she never leaves her shellder 
“I hope you see dra light soon,” I go and I tell her. 
“I know you think your hot shit, but I’m actually exegg-cuter. 
I’m the omastar, the Kingler, I can find another suitor. 
I’m sorry about the time I gave you Wartortles and blisters 
Or when I suggested a dugtrio with your sister. 
But if you still want go, I won’t beg like our canine. 
Golduck with your life, I’m having a Blastoise with mine.” 
And that night, Misty left me, I felt so vileplume 
I reckons that dragon night was the beginning of the doom 
But I guess men are from Magmars women from Venusaur 
And every thing tangelable, there’s a reason for 
I learned this the next week, when bad news filled the dragonair 
My heart got machopped in half like a scyther giving it a tear 
A phone call from her mother told me a kakuna in her head 
Had attached to her vulpix, and now Misty was dead. 
I thought it was a cle-fable that those things were hitmon-lethal 
I had heard eight or ninetales about gol-them from different people 
But I still couldn’t believe it, I started weepin, belting out tears 
Cuts and slashes vaporeonizing all of our years 
It was like Riach-uno, Zap-dos, Mol-tres, and she’s gone 
And I can’t abra kadabra with some magic wand 
No alacazam and she reappears, I feel like a primeape 
They could have caught the growth but the Kangascans came back to late 
I pidgey-ought to have known better, but the news was quite charz-hard 
My heart felt bulba-sore, was permanently scarred 
She was my Nidoqueen, I should not have nido-ran 
I wanted to be her Nidoking, but I felt more like a hitman-chan 
If I hadn’t nidoran, would she still be with us? 
Or is my poke-love just to damn venomoth? 
Insides numb like the artic, you know that feeling 
A gun ratatta-ed my heart and I’m just waiting for the healing 
But I don’t regret getting hit with cupid’s arrow-dact-all 
Relationships are like pokemon, you gotta catch em’ al