| January 11th, 2009 |
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instead of trying to keep the patient alive, we will keep his Death alive. if he can become Death, he cannot die. |
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son, in this life everyone gets exactly what he wants and exactly what he deserves. people tend to believe it, so long as they are getting what they think they deserve. |
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i don't like you and i don't know you / and now by God i'm going to show you! |
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a pilot bails out of a burning plane and gives his passengers the finger: "see you in Church!" |
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questions raised: how did the Egyptian Gods un Demons set up and activate an elaborate bureaucracy governing and controlling immortality and assinging it, on arbitrary grounds, to a chosen few? the fact that few could qualify is evidence that there was something to qualify for.
limited and precarious immortality actually existed. for this reason no one challenged the system. they wanted to become Gods themselves, under existing conditions. in other words, they prostrated themselves bofore the Pharaoh and the Gods that he prepresented and partook of...
then come the one-God religions: Judaism, Christianity, Islam, promising immortality to everyone simply for obeying a few simple rules. Just prey, and you can't go astray. pray and believe - believe an obvious lie, and pray to a shameless swindler.
immortality is purpose and function. obviously, few can qualify. and does this Christian God stand with his worshippers? he does not. like a cowardly officer, he keeps himself well out of the war zone, bathed in the sniveling prayers of his groveling, shit-eating worshippers - his dogs. |
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as he walks Kim keeps his mind blank as a mirror with nothing to reflect. he gives no one reason to see him. suddenly raw hot fear rises from the ground and flares out of booths. he knows what has happened. he has carried emtiness to the breaking point. he has been seen. a man stops directly in his path and stares. others stop, pointing and shouting a word he does not understand: "Dindin!" |
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katru dienu ir fleksibls ierakstu skaits, kas pieļauts, lai nepārkāptu tolerances līmeni. šodien ar tiem citātiem baigi iztērējos |
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racionāla ticība. es jūs šitādus pie dieva nelaidīšu, nenene |
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latviešu literāti mani ienīst |
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es tā nogulējos, ka man mati lien no galvas ārā |
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