Yes, I like to write poetry.
I'm famous for the Zedku.
A Zedku for Debby
So Debby and her perfect parting
Eats poutine, thereby farting.
Nonetheless reply she does.
Which I appreciate because.
Of syrup and symmetric dreams
And a regular supply.
Of Canadian memes.
I'm and exhibitionist.
I don't care.
Sounds like an unprovable claim.
I was proffering an opinion based upon personal experience...Which is also an unprovable claim.
Everything you suggest is also unprovable claims.
Within the context of intellectual data management, everything is an unprovable claim.
Perhaps we rely upon some sort of collaborative similarities for reassurance.
Perhaps the idea of Planet Earth and a Universe is some sort of material aberration.
Perhaps this, perhaps that and maybe perhaps the other.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
Good morning Leaning.
Well besides an aging tin can that whizzes precariously around the planet, we ain't going anywhere else, anytime soon, so no solution available.
And consume we must, as compelled by our own onboard management systems.
And the bewildered Octopus gazes up at the moronic apes from the tank, and says why don't you just shut the fuck up and listen you twats.
GOD AKA Abdul.
Rape is a latter day concept.
We have a tendency to attribute modern day values to archaic behaviour.
And the biblical character that was crucified was Abduls son, who was a bit of an insurrectionist and pissed off the Romans.
I read and then reply.
Gobbledygook is what it is.
Crumbs.
Random indeed.
I wonder if Octopi for example, have highly developed, onboard, intellectual, telepathic communication systems.
In our ignorance, do we fry in them in tempura batter and eat the answer to everything on a regular basis.
Is that what cetaceans are constantly trying to tell us when we make them jump through hoops at the theme park.
Listen to the fucking Octopus you fucking moronic apes!
Thank you.
I'm not regularly credited with brilliance.
Such a thing might be a Dave.
As far as we are able to know, and within the context of our onboard intellectual apparatus, we observe an external reality...That's as good as it gets.
GOD, Dave and/or Pinkfluffykins are relative internal creations.
Similarly gobbledygook.
Therefore observance is what it is and gobbledygook is also what it is.
And we are still no further forwards, towards proving the existence of an external creator.
As I read it, the topic was socio-political.
It was Debby that introduced religion into the discussion.
We we talking post death scenarios.
Tiddlywinks wasn't a euphemism...I was only three.
And sat down beside her.
He is single, therefore likely a devout Borgninist.
Undoubtedly.
Debby is a Debbyist.
And
Leaning is a Leaningist
Who was once a Lemmingist.
And Debby has Shilaist tendencies.
For my Part, I am an ex Zeddist.
Ist is BRILLIANT.
A GOD has never been observed.
Though by your logical standards, if it is possible to observe a banana then a pink fluffykins must also exist. Or neither exists.
One can substitute the words GOD or pink fluffykins with any other nonsense one cares to make up.
Like Snortyflortblort.
Yes, Lucy is definitely a closet Borgninist.
Always begs the question as to why Mary wasn't stoned.
One can only guess that her lover was someone with influence.
And that daft Joe, was just daft.
Orange is certainly intellectually detrimental.
As is a red neck.
The first statement is the former.
The last statement is the latter.
Yes, well done those who put it together.
Only if you mean tiddlywinks.
Personal computer devices hadn't been invented back in 1963.
So you didn't appreciate my hypothesis.
Even though it is far more realistic than the biblical version.
I just used the name Taylor to bring it up to date.
I was guessing that there is probably a sycophantic run on the name at the moment.
Yes, Mikhail Gorbachev was a bit of a maverick by Soviet/Russian standards.
And Yeltsin was something of an aberrant fool.
Then along came Putin.
I've always liked the idea of being taken somewhere remote, and left there to be devoured by scavengers.
For sure competition can be a power trip for the vain.
And an emotional outlet for the inadequate.
Sort of mirrors social structure doesn't it?
Certainly displayed Schizophrenic tendencies.
Buy yes, paranoia is par for the power trippers course, religious or political....We don't have to look far for evidence of this.
Q. When is religion not political?
What will you leave?
A box of decaying goo or a decorative urn full of ashes.
Yes, a superbly appropriate acronym.
