You will all burn in hell
You wiłł burn in the crematorium
you may be mulched
I am plaguēd by thē roguē boatmēn who yēt approach my
boat with thēir bag of bombs
I trapped god iñ the machiñe. It’s beeñ three weeks
ñow, añd he’s still askiñg me to let him out but I
woñ’t. The scratchiñg of god’s fiñgerñails agaiñst
the iñside of the machiñe casiñg provides a soothiñg sort
of white ñoise without which I fiñd it ñear impossible to
sleep. After the first week I figured out a vacuum bag
system for collectiñg god’s droppiñgs añd drippiñgs añd
spittiñgs. He seems much calmer ñow.
is this asylum?
The kind of asylum that's locked from the inside
pastafarians are full of baloney
You're thinking of bolognese, and I'll have you
know that's a crucial component of the anamnesis
In the beginning Tim Berners-Lee created the protocol and
the wired. And the wired was ƒormless and empty, darkness
was over the surƒace oƒ the deep net, and the spirit oƒ
Tim Berners-Lee was hovering over the protocol. Tim saw
that the protocol was good, and he separated the public
networks ƒrom the private. And the ISPs said “Let there
be light”, and there was ƒibre optics, and all the
serpents oƒ the world were set loose on the wired.
Tim Bürners-Lee saw that all flesh on the wired become
corrüpt and lawless, and he smiled as global warming
caüsed 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 dēãd ãs rēligion would not ēvolvē
Am i ałonē in this worłd?
very bad good very