Sunday, May 19, 2013

God Phones

Yeah to all who give a damn.  I talk to god all damn day long every day on the neuron phone.  So what?!  For something to have a real impact something more is needed.  Some dire necessity.  Some omen.  Some directive to move mountains.  A bizarre psychological field that descends upon all like a shadow emanating from the vessel's essence being.  Some genius form of art exposed to the masses that was excessively coercive-hypnotic media.  Aliens spacecraft operating in concert with a mysterious figure in a public venue. God doesn't like to get involved.  He likes to sit and blabber in your head, then you die.  Fuck God!!! When alone, God I seek.


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