I might use this domãin to dropship christiãn crãp to
foolhãrdy ãmericãns. But I wonder whether there's
enough money in it to be worth perpetuãting such
You will all burn in hell
Yøu will burn in the crematørium
yøu may bē mulchēd
I am plagued by †he rogue boa†men who ye† approach my
boa† wi†h †heir 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 asylüm?
The kind oƒ asyłum †ha†'s łocked ƒrom †he inside
pastaƒarians are ƒull oƒ 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 such a
don't think. believe.
dogm@ is m@ñs’ best frieñd
Gød is dead as rełigiøn wøułd nøt evøłve
Am i alone in this world?
very bad good very