2018-08-13 at 1:04 AM UTC
in
I'm not ready to be a father.
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
That's nothing. I knew a girl who bought five consecutive wedding dresses and all the men cancelled out last minute. Now she's a monk.
2018-08-12 at 10:23 PM UTC
in
Do animals have souls?
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
No. When animals die, they don't continue on. New ones take their place.
2018-08-12 at 10:11 PM UTC
in
Are you afraid to die?
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Some people won't arrive in any place after this life, because they are too deliberately evil, they have no intention of changing their ways, and therefore they don't fit into the master plan. Once they die, that's it for them. They won't be coming back. That is the Second Death.
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Jack car up, take wheel off, place head directly underneath rim, press release handle on jack. (Note: legs will flail out and stiffen suddenly then settle slowly to ground after several seconds).
2018-08-12 at 5:20 PM UTC
in
Are you afraid to die?
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
The real reality is all one thing. The past, the present and the future are all wrapped into one thing. Time as we know it is only an illusion of perspective. So when you die, you don't really die, because you're still really there, just not physically manifesting at that "particular moment". But the reality is, that "particular moment" always exists no matter what, so in a way, you are physically manifesting even after you're dead. This is called the First Death. Only suspended in time, not truly gone.
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
None of you scare me in the least.
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
I remember we used to laugh at people who were using "browsers" and "Windows". Any user worth their salt used Telnet and MS-DOS. Only babies needed browsers and pretty pictures to hold their little hands and show them the ropes. Them were the tough days, when you had to know what you were doing to survive, before the new breed of wanna-bes started to pop up everywhere. It was an invasion. We liked it as it was, and saw no need for changes. And look where we are now.
