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Rev and Min, sittin' in a tree...
"There remain four irreducible objections to religious faith: that it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking." ~Christopher Hitchens, god is not Great
PM me your email address to join the Slack chat! I'll give you a taco(or five) if you join! --->There's an app and everything!<--- (May 14, 2014 at 2:38 pm)SteelCurtain Wrote: Rev and Min, sittin' in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G First comes ruin Then comes murder Then comes min in a jail cell.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
What a strange turn this thread has taken.
There goes the neighborhood.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
"I'm back"
Why? Sorry, I "mean" welcome back. Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???" (May 14, 2014 at 5:03 pm)Beccs Wrote: "I'm back" Because he has to save for his magic sky daddy, so we can all jerk him off together in heaven. atelast thats my guess
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Welcome back, Rev.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
Welcome back to the only place in your life where people make sense.
Just bustin your ballz Rev. Everybody gets a clean slate when they return. Don't blow it bro. |
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