scream therapy

Lost in a sunken desert of dry rock caverns, caverns carved in the spiraling columns and pictographic alphabet of some alien race, a man with a wide-brimmed leather hat stumbles into a peculiar hallway looking tunnel with a large pool of blue water along one wall.

"Oasis," he spat, "curse your benevolent temptations." The man with the leather hat had a dry and dusty voice to match the caverns he was lost in.

The thing you just used your eyes to read was previously dereted from my lepetoire.

time to fuck a srut. peace, bitches.

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i wish.

now, what was going on earlier? i dunno. i gotta get up early and....whats that! go to WORK. thats right. ima savin my laser beam!

im a chargin mah lay zha. sry, i've been just saying that lately; nobody gets it at all but yet i still laugh for a raisin.
ahhhhhh....



im wearing.....three......tennis shoes.

someone stole myyyyy hu-awckey goblet....

now you say it.

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and behold, for they hated you as gods so much that they killed you for it. And they taught your children to worship a god they made upOnly to watch them pray and never receive an answer. Cruelty begat the god who was a monster. Innocence that preyed on its own.

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And the most subject group for this engagement is those who are ready to spring back to life; the mostly dead. Those who are bent on self destruction, if one should offer them a new life, the ones that bite your bait will be the best first force one can have. They will stick with you all the way through any hardship they will be as dedicated to your cause as they are to breathing. And in this world, at this moment, there are many suicidal individuals who hate their lives.
Offer them new life, or send them to fresh deaths.

That is the advice of this council. Let the monsters fight eachother, we can survive the deaths of our own that wish it upon themselves.

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the god of germs shall suffer you his mononuclean wrath.

the god of science fights back with atomomechanics.

the god who is a monster eats his owns creations.


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Now wouldn't it be sad to say, be a christian, and find out that the god you loved was only making you for food? He ate you, your brothers, sisters, family, friends. He eats them. He's a monster.

Oh shit! Now what do you do?

fuck jesus.

What would I do in this situation?

Oh yeah. i'd probably makea fart joke. and kill them while they're laughing.

its the best way to die, if you have to, i guess.

now you know why i choose to be retarded happy all the time. because i want to die laughing. smiling. happy.

I'm sure the echoes are much more like a wave to ride then a torrent to survive if one dies hating.

!

whew and not to panic.

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<<<<<<- end world show. And the man asked the singing pen, "Why is the world the way it is?" and the pen replied, "We are reminded of a villain, who thought he was a hero....."