Last night I had a terrible dream. I dreamed I was being chased by a coffin. It was chasing me all over my house, laughing a horrible coffin laugh. Har har har har. A little voice told me to go in the bathroom. But I said no I can’t go in the bathroom. I’ll be trapped. So I kept running and the coffin kept chasing me, gaining on me. I tried to get out the front door but it blocked the way. Laughing a horrible coffin laugh. Lar lar lar lar. And the little voice said go in the bathroom. Go in the bathroom, fool. So in desperation I ducked into the bathroom. The coffin laughed. You’re mine now, baby. I was so scared. There was nowhere to go. No way out. The coffin was coming closer and closer. I reached into the medicine cabinet, pulled out the cough syrup and the cough syrup stopped the coffin.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
