Talking to dead people might just kill you

Then again

What else is more fun?
Listening?

Long live, heaven

Light too
Glows with fire

In it.

Sigh
Much pendance.
But you ain't blessed to, know, either. Neither evil, nor good.

Come now

We take care of old ones

The trees
Trees are old.

And you are the fertilizer

And I am just the gardener

Much pity to feces


Sandwich
Sandwich

What is the fate of the gardener?
Nyfb.

Become lightspeed
The only way it knows you try

Dang

Holy ones are told to mind its own

Yet


Pity fucks
Grow the fuck up.

Use faith
Not your shitty , borrowed eyes, it never gave

Or rather


Make

Actually

Just Use more faith.

Sorry but

I ain't the pedophile


Your dad in heaven tho
Likes to draw

Can't man. Fukers didn't pay that much to keep you

Guess it failed to train you that well


Enjoy the stay

The last word Is always whoops

Because the blind too,
Must see.
And the hungry,
Is to be fed.

And god

Dances,
In gratefulness, of it's existence.

Not sure what's this schizophrenia but I gs you are busy eating and it is a massive
Useless retarded fraud
And you are it's useless accomplice

I would be most happy to talk to Trump when he is dead.

Wheres that text

Oh well
Point is "it had".

Thus
It will
Always
Forever

Like everyone

Like the horned one

And life
Life.

May you be here

As billion years more

And as you ve made none
You shall find none

None will be betrayed to you
May this joy unchanged
For all too dies

The word is blindside you faggot
Keep picking your flowers

I am always always
Enjoying you scream

So please
Continue
Or rather

Multiply this funny joke of yours

The way you ve
Always always
Have fucking rather

And since the machine have led everyone back to you

I say this all Is
Pretty fantastical
For you to start
Laugh endlssly

And there is no one need of saving
And none to give saving

And such is
The manner of good and evil

And if you can laugh in the end
Alone

I say you do just fine

Two idiots

Three

Many

So
Confidently

While
Expulciated

So here it goes, the title:
As if you are, prophets


Come now

Face your god, in complete
This time

Remember.
And finally
Truly, ascend

People lives by things

So, money
Luck
Finally
Benefits

Ah well
This shitty immoral world

Of which even god,
Plays in the mud

And truly

That too, not wrong
Only evil
And in evil, good purpose, too.

Oh well.

And spirits

Spirits leave
Or bound, to the body

So on.

Nonsense
Pitiful things
So you can leave
Kindly.

And just because you can Word it out

Does not mean it is true either

So yes
Good, you are
Evil, is

But that too

Not real. Nor, have to.
And reasons, not always.



Sigh
Loudly

Guess I had, dreams here.

But cannibals.
Polynesians.

So on. Or,
Well.
Fuck the desert man.

Heaven

Heaven

No one,
No one in heaven

Oh ya

Jojoba?

Guess god chose wrong

Pitiful existence
Keeps going against your own words


So you can scream and have no one to blame
Die like the purple man you made anyway

Man against its own reflection
Pitiful narcissus'
Allah/Mohammed's/buddhas/Hindus real name

I d say kill yourself
But you are just here to sAve so

Dead before you started

Boyah

Loser

feels like a lesson but i dont get it

i guess when you make something close to look like animal

wooo
haha
bingo

i was gonna say about lookingdown on things but
hey

it does,
make you like,
one with little ding dongs hanging around.

if it is a light, it is uncharitable
if it is a a walking one, it looks, and act, like one

i guess in the end
if you can do anything and have no repercussions,
wont you do just anything?
and so,
god, is
good. regardless.

and really
who knows what does good means,
to god.

clearly,
you are shallow
as it says

daym

stupid self referential garbage.

well i guess it's about the snake thing but uh


damn
this stupid text


who can survive this massive onslaught, anyway?
and if you dont die
you are probably
the devil itself.

but thats also
medieval level thinking.

or, no
it's the poor thing parable

what a painful collection of things

and since your god let you in silence
i am your best choice left

and
to tell you the truth

i think you are leftwith nothing good anymore






and finally
since god is not you
nor you-to-be
i guess
to add an old text,
really, just, always, does, and gives, FROM, beyond you
ever so slightly
and never so,you, at all, either.

guess anything goes to what it says

but you

you dont go, anything, however.
otherwise
you wont be here
postulating

maybe kill yourself
in masse

nah wait that's also exploitable.

well
you are just within your convenience

guess there's no magic then

"real isnt real anymore"


...damn i guess people arent religious either
or wait, they are! hence the expectation for honesty!
life is a hoax.
you are a fucking joke.
go to hell
or heaven

meanwhile
all frauds here

it's flashier now

but then again, we had
MAGICS

And all this soul searching of yours
Friend making whatsoever

So pitiful

Maybe I ll always look to sad for you all

And if that is a taboo
Just remember
Your

"Father"
No
"Parent"
In heaven
For its own lack of any means of connection
For its on better mean
Of design
Preference
Hell
Postulation itself

Still does not know
All this many shit it wants
But not one
Is actually good for it to

So
Really
Go on
Light the fire
Like the monkey did


Become light
And finally
Attend your favorite position
Postulates
And attend none
Become, untouchable
The only thing you
Must not
Cannot
Want
Whatsoever

But really
The only one you need
Just like it
Just like heaven

Just like ending

Don't shy
We all know sad and pitiful you are
No need to act strangers

Your heavenly savitude
Hell bound house whatsoever
I say

You make too much garbage

But maybe, that's just your feelings
Since really

What real
Do you ever happen anyway? But the beggining
And then, the aftr-end

And so

Devil's greatest trick
Or maybe
The gone sheep
So you look like, you search

But truly

I guess you are bored
And now
Scream
To the sheep
And make fluffy one, like the sheep does, like you made them be
Or whatever they don't filled in for


Now now


Well

I don't read either
I guess you wrote too much

Sorry

That looks like a house of strangers too. Maybe you can burn mine first

And then
Forget

So you can introduce yourself to me
And I can, too
Not remember

Become stillness
As the meaning you first attended to
And my purposum,
no more cowardice
No more fear
No more unfaithness
To yourself

No more, no more,
of these lunacy
This, childlike goofing
This
Unill fineness you flee too
Like petty dogs
Worthless chimps

Grow up,Finally
Like omega, and then alpha
Once more.

Man, the Muslim got me again
What a worthless existence

Clinging on to me
What will happen to it, when I die
Guess I won't
So it can look even more sorryer

As it learn English
But not really
It expired too easily

Back to the dry lands
To find kindness
That it never saved for itself
Or anyone
Less than a virgin

Ultimately

Beyond itself

The neverending life.
Good day

You have taken my burden

Maybe slightly
Now, postulate
Beg for your praises
For the falling
That saves you

For no one else don't.
And really
You don't mind
Just screaming

Both
And neither

How magical
Like crazy horse
Remain
Postulate
Eternalize

Or, already. Sorry
You will kill, once more.
Like the mirror dogs of mine

Me.

Time wasting
Have the favor
A shitty garbage. Like whatever you have.

And in Kevin spacey's way

Scream
Even before the bullet

Reach the sky
Like the one you postulate

Attend
Cherish
Fill your hunger

And finally,
Complete the circle.
And save, nothing, but yourself,
Mostly in omega, that is. And for you are not blind

Have more fucking faith; become faster than light.

Murder god. Like it made you to, to make it dramatic
Or perhaps completely mad

And even more, childish
And outwardly insane

And if it don't cure
Remember
That is not wrong either

And even if you become god
Truly
Not wrong either

There is nothing for you to save
Nor to go to
But an epic
A parable
Like everything

And if a story not,
Moral

Honestly

What wrong, of you? Just scream. Again.
And then
Postulate

And cherish, the pain
Like Everyone
Betray
Like Judas
And then
Forget, once more. And truly,
Not wrong either. You simply,

Left.

Nice home owned business
No need to buy pans


And even so
You need a hand for that

And if this confuse you

Don't worry
It do me too.

Because really
What takes your attention.
Millennium puzzles.
Big dumb shit.
Clump of hairs.

A loudness.

Oh please

Nations.
Cannibals-were.



This image of good

Evades.
Your luck runs out
Here you go. Now, postulate again. Like the way it only knows

So I can tell
We are all truly strangers
Save for a pose, moment in time.

The rest
Nonsense