Friday, July 27, 2007

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It's not fine, it's not dandy. It's not a part of the bright life I imagined.

When, years ago, I looked to the lit path, I didn't see the shadows.

If there is a god, a bearded patriarch sitting up on a throne made of atheists' skulls, and if I get up there, and realise that all these sterile years that fucker's been there, my first thought, and last thought before I burn in hell, will be why didn't you tell me: you're omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent; with all that ubiquitous vision and power couldn't you have let me know?

I will be exasperated.

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