Once upon a time, there was these mofos; sitting around in a tavern, like...

...and my god, is the god of fire; burning and shit...

...cannot burn shit underwater; I got god of sea...

... fire, water; I'm above all that shit, with god of sky...

Thunders Thor!

Keep it down over there; this is a place of Ishtar...

A woman? My god a man, son. Sun god, god's sun? God of all creation!

...all it was. Referenced by what remains. Alpha; in the philosophy of causality - which ain't worth a fuck, buy the way - and Omega as in meme of Horus...

But reality? Here he grow again. Reality is what exists... that fucking spells it right the fuck outta existence. Reality is what is - a proton. Reality is this, or that, or something else; some form of "higher order/lower archetype?"

And philosophy in the form of scripture nailed it; 3:14. I am that I am. What I am, naive in my philosophy. I do not exist is a baseline; so too the primacy of awareness, cause formally? I gotta pack "justified true belief," there is already too much sect in that church. I got simple mofo data set; began with "my Gwynnies," cause that's "I" Ain't no sense to anything, without that primacy in my archetype.

Then we can do the causality. Why I? Religion called. Needed an Adversary.

Reality of this unit? Check the weather. If Gwynnies smiling, back to the Agenda; if Gwynnies ain't smiling? Then reason has left the building. The fuck can I tell ya? It's the Winter Contingency.

House - I gotta say half the time I have no idea what you're on about. The other half, I just go "Huh?"

You're nuts, but in a good way. Carry on.

(January 14, 2012 at 2:21 am)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: House - I gotta say half the time I have no idea what you're on about. The other half, I just go "Huh?"

You're nuts, but in a good way. Carry on.

I gotta say; a week of the position of "I am evil," gets soully communicated? Good?

Forward, Sir Yes Sir!

whatever the fuck, there's only one direction.