You will all burn in hell
You will burn in the crematorium
you may be mulched
I am plagued by the rogue boatmen who yet approach my
boat with their bag of bombs
I †rapped god in †he machine. I†’s been †hree weeks
now, and he’s s†ill asking me †o le† him ou† bu† I
won’†. The scra†ching of god’s fingernails agains†
†he inside of †he machine casing provides a soo†hing sor†
of whi†e noise wi†hou† which I find i† near impossible †o
sleep. Af†er †he firs† week I figured ou† a vacuum bag
sys†em for collec†ing god’s droppings and drippings and
spi††ings. He seems much calmer now.
is this ãsylum?
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 formless and empty, darkness
was over the surface of the deep net, and the spirit of
Tim Berners-Lee was hovering over the protocol. Tim saw
that the protocol was good, and he separated the public
networks from the private. And the ISPs said “Let there
be light”, and there was fibre optics, and all 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 $uch a
don't think. believe.
dogma is mañs’ best frieñd
God is dead as religion would not evolve
Am i alone in this world?
very bad good very