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 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?
Thē kind of asylum that's lockēd from thē insidē
pastafarians are full of baloney
You're thinking of bolognese, and I'll have ¥ou
know that's a crucial component of the anamnesis
In the beginning Tim Berners-Lee cre@ted the protocol @nd
the wired. And the wired w@s formless @nd empty, d@rkness
w@s over the surf@ce of the deep net, @nd the spirit of
Tim Berners-Lee w@s hovering over the protocol. Tim s@w
th@t the protocol w@s good, @nd he sep@r@ted the public
networks from the priv@te. And the ISPs s@id “Let there
be light”, @nd there w@s fibre optics, @nd @ll 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. bełieve.
dogma is mans’ best friend
God is dēad as rēligion would not ēvolvē
Am i alone in this world?
very bad good very