Another day
at
the office.
Car pools &
sports pools &
girls in
short skirts.
On the
roof flies
a flag,
in the
basement
rats scurry.
In the
elevator
all eyes
face forward
until the
chime sounds
& the
door opens.
Another
chime &
it closes.
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Once we
batter down
the gates we
slaughter the
men drink
all the
wine &
rape
the women.
Newborns we
leave behind
for the wolves
sturdy youths
we turn
into warriors.
Young girls we
turn over to
the nunneries
the nuns themselves
we never touch–
we’re wary
of their
crucified god
on his
wooden cross,
he looks like
he means
business.
We lend
an ear
to their
thinkers that’s
how we
learned to
use the
catapult.
We dunk
babies in
oil light
them up &
shoot them
over the
city wall.
It’s our
first stab
at psychological
warfare &
it seems
to be
working.
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With social
media it’s
possible to
do the
most amount
of harm
with the
least amount
of effort.
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There is
no creation.
Creation is
the grand
illusion.
What we
call creation
are the
thoughts
of God.
We too
are God’s
thoughts,
the thoughts
that think
substance.
Letting us
see our
thoughts
as substance
is the
closest God
gets to
creating
substance.
It’s lonely
business,
being the
Prime Mover
in a
world that
doesn’t exist.
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What the
first caveman
who picked
up the
first club
did with
it was
batter some
woman senseless.
After
some time
he realized
he could
better win
her favors
by using
the club on
wild animals
instead &
offering
the woman
raw meat.
This is
why so
many women
suffer genetic
brain damage
& diamonds
are a
girl’s
best friend.
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It wasn’t
until he
began carving
poems into
his face
that the
critics sat
up &
took notice.
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