You will all burn in hell
You will burn in thē crēmatorium
you may be mulched
I am plagued by the rogue boatmen who yet approach my
boat with their bag of bombs
I tr@pped god in the m@chine. It’s been three weeks
now, @nd he’s still @sking me to let him out but I
won’t. The scr@tching of god’s fingern@ils @g@inst
the inside of the m@chine c@sing provides @ soothing sort
of white noise without which I find it ne@r impossible to
sleep. After the first week I figured out @ v@cuum b@g
system for collecting god’s droppings @nd drippings @nd
spittings. He seems much c@lmer now.
is this ãs¥lüm?
The kind of asylüm that's locked from the inside
pastafariañs are full of baloñe¥
You're thinking of bolognese, and I'll have ¥ou
know that's a crucial component of the anamnesis
In the beginning Tim Berner$-Lee created the protocol and
the wired. And the wired wa$ ƒormle$$ and empty, darkne$$
wa$ over the $urƒace oƒ the deep net, and the $pirit oƒ
Tim Berner$-Lee wa$ hovering over the protocol. Tim $aw
that the protocol wa$ good, and he $eparated the public
network$ ƒrom the private. And the ISP$ $aid “Let there
be light”, and there wa$ ƒibre optic$, and all the
$erpent$ oƒ the world were $et loo$e 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.
døgma is mans’ best friend
God is dead as religion would not evolve
Am i aloñe iñ this world?
ver¥ bad good ver¥