Last night, I had a terrible dream. I dreamed that I was being chased by a coffin. It was chasing me all over the house. Laughing a horrible coffin laugh, “Hah hah hah hah.” And a little voice telling me, “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. I tried to get out the front door, but it blocked my way. Laughing that horrible coffin laugh, “Hah hahah ha hah.” It was gaining on me. Almost had me when the little voice whispered again. “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.