You will all burn in hell
Yøu will burn in the crem@tørium
you may be mulched
I am plagued by the rogue boatmen who yet approach my
boat with their bag of bombs
I trapped god in the machine. It’s been three weeks
now, and he’s still asking me to let him out but I
won’t. The scratching of god’s fingernails against
the inside of the machine casing provides a soothing sort
of white noise without which I find it near impossible to
sleep. After the first week I figured out a vacuum bag
system for collecting god’s droppings and drippings and
spittings. He seems much calmer now.
is this asylum?
The kind of asylum that's locked from the inside
pastafarians are full of baloney
You're thinking of bolognese, and į'll have you
know that's a crucial component of the anamnesis
In the beginning Tim ßerners-Lee creãted the protocol ãnd
the wired. And the wired wãs formless ãnd empty, dãrkness
wãs over the surfãce of the deep net, ãnd the spirit of
Tim ßerners-Lee wãs hovering over the protocol. Tim sãw
thãt the protocol wãs good, ãnd he sepãrãted the public
networks from the privãte. And the ISPs sãid “Let there
be light”, ãnd there wãs fibre optics, ãnd ãll the
serpents of the world were set loose on the wired.
Tim Burners-Lee saw that all flesh on the wired become
corrupt and lawless, and he smiled as global warming
caused the ice caps to melt and the networks to be washed
away by rising sea levels.
I wouldn't have thought him to be such a
don't think. believe.
dogma is mans’ best friend
God is dead as religion would not evolve
Am i @lone in this world?
very bãd good very