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2021-12-30 at 8:50 AM UTCCommit sperm on her
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2021-12-30 at 8:53 AM UTC
Originally posted by Tyrant When full socialism takes over the world and inevitably UBI is introduced, the ultimate upside will be that society will easily be able to handle the burden of the existence of people like HTS.
Exactly? But is that heaven or hell?
To always be unhappy? Sounds like hell to me
Fuck the angels, I'm a MAN. -
2021-12-30 at 9:14 AM UTCHumans are ultimately animals, mister Pelican. And we are fragile too: no tough hides or scales. We don't have sharp claws or wings either. We are not particularly fast and we are quite vulnerable to panic and fear.
Pelican stayed silent and watched as Crane began loading a revolver.
This is the part where someone tells you that what we do have, what makes us special, is something along the lines of intelligence or language or cooperation or maybe even our ability to run long distances...
Crane turn the revolver around and handed it to Pelican. Then he gestured towards a metallic door behind him.
When people say "thank God", I think "thank God for the world". And in the world there are people who I should thank. And when they curse god, I say "curse God for the world but in the world there are people you should curse."
The door slowly slid open and a brightness lay beyond it that cast Crane into shadow.
And so it is that we generate the basis for the existence of heaven and hell: they are real features of the world, mister Pelican. The roads to heaven and to hell branch from every juncture.
Pelican's eyes adjusted to the new light.
And when you look upon the world to make your choices, you must see yourself as Adam in that garden, whose challenge is to distinguish the calls of Lilith and of Eve. Then to answer only to The Word.
I don't know about all of that said Pelican. He walked past Crane, into the blinding light.
The door slid shut behind him, leaving Crane again in the dimness with a metallic echo that dulled to silence.
A laugh rang out from a corner.
Doesn't it feel like we're picking the road to Hell at every turn, mister Crane?
Duck rose from his seat and walked over to press his thumb to a panel beside the door.
Limbo is worse, Crane replied simply.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2021-12-30 at 9:16 AM UTCI need to read that a few more timesThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2021-12-30 at 9:22 AM UTCThanks
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2021-12-30 at 9:25 AM UTC
Originally posted by Tyrant Humans are ultimately animals, mister Pelican. And we are fragile too: no tough hides or scales. We don't have sharp claws or wings either. We are not particularly fast and we are quite vulnerable to panic and fear.
Pelican stayed silently and watched as Crane began loading a revolver.
This is the part where someone tells you that what we do have, what makes us special, is something along the lines of intelligence or language or cooperation or maybe even our ability to run long distances…
Crane turn the revolver around and handed it to Pelican. Then he gestured towards a metallic door behind him.
When people say "thank God", I think "thank God for the world". And in the world there are people who I should thank. And when they curse god, I say "curse God for the world but in the world there are people you should curse."
The door slowly slid open and a brightness lay beyond it that cast Crane into shadow.
And so it is that we generate the basis for the existence of heaven and hell: they are real features of the world, mister Pelican. The roads to heaven and to hell branch from every juncture.
Pelican's eyes adjusted to the new light.
And when you look upon the world to make your choices, you must see yourself as Adam in that garden, whose challenge is to distinguish the calls of Lilith and of Eve. Then to answer only to The Word.
I don't know about all of that said Pelican. He walked past Crane, into the blinding light.
The door slid shut behind him, leaving Crane again in the dimness with a metallic echo that dulled to silence.
A laugh rang out from a corner.
Doesn't it feel like we're picking the road to Hell at every turn, mister Crane?
Duck rose from his seat and walked over to press his thumb to a panel beside the door.
Limbo is worse, Crane replied simply.
Lenme sober up, to read the that/answer -
2021-12-30 at 9:26 AM UTC
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2021-12-30 at 9:28 AM UTCSilent*
That one got autocorrected right as I was pasting it from my text editor. -
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