Peach is a lie, there is only passion fruit.

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Ahah, a nice try.

There is no emotion, but peach.

Cherry, cherry my sweet cherry

Come forth and let me lick thy berry.

Goth rock in a nutshell:

 

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

I am dead

And so are you

Pea or pie

a flea will die

adds some meat

cherry is sweet

not swede, but dane

this rhyme is so inane

no more clothes for you

no more clothes for me

let it be, just let it flee

eep

- a cat

I dare to venture a guess that you don't mind the odd dairy product when the Reverend's distracted. Only the dead are truly of the piety.

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But does not every saint die for their peity?

Underneath all this clothes, I'm naked...does that turn you on?

A saint you say? I'd guess that never a saint has called him/herself a saint. Therefore, as you have called yourself a member of piety, you can't be a saint and thus have no authority to make that question.

A saint you say? I'd guess that never a saint has called him/herself a saint. Therefore, as you have called yourself a member of piety, you can't be a saint and thus have no authority to make that question.

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Well, I'm not a saint, I'm just a lowly Pope, but someday I dream of becoming a Saint Second-class.

 

Of course, there is something of a problem in that the doctrine is ambiguous on whether people of the Faith are allowed to become Saints, or if you can become a Saint only after posthumous conversion. Thus, my ingenious plan is to forsake my goddess on my deathbed and be baptised after my passing. Elysium, here I come!

She's watching, I bet.

 

Who's the deity in question?

I wish all these voices in the simulation that is my head would STOP SHOUTING AT ME.

I feel for you, Meta. I really do.

 

 

 

 

 

Considering it might be my head. Dare I ask, is one of the voices quoting JJ Rousseau with an unmatched fervor?

She's watching, I bet.

 

Who's the deity in question?

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Why, Eris, of course. Discordianism is the only path to salvation. All other roads lead to Thud. And you don't want to go to Thud. It's muddy and it rains a lot. Plus, it's cold. And there's nothing to drink. Nasty place, Thud. Too much water and limestone.

Dare I ask, is one of the voices quoting JJ Rousseau with an unmatched fervor?

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Dunno. Does it sound like a female screaming in Icelandic, backwards, whilst being evicerated as she falls into a giant Rolls Royce aeroplane engine?

 

If so, then yes ...

to Revvie:

I prefer the Dreamer, otherwise known as Bastet. Less tentacles than Shub-Niggurath, better in rhetoric than Yahve.

 

to Meta:

 

Why, it's a matter of perception. I recommend telling her to shut it off, as it's tiring me quite a bit. I prefer Kant and swahili anyway.

Edited November 25, 200520 yr by Musopticon?

I fell asleep and had a dream about living my life. That was in 1975. I haven't woken up yet ...

Cool, lucid dream deluxe. These are the stranger aeons for you then?

Sleep claimed me from chasing the dragon.

I have been flying a lot in my recent dreams (that I have been dreaming since 1975).

 

What be stranger

When I dream that I'm gonna be late in a dream I make a mental note and keep on dreaming, if I'm late, I just reload and try again...that's why I'm late.

What if I dream that you're going to be late?

I have been flying a lot in my recent dreams (that I have been dreaming since 1975).

 

What be stranger

Lovecraft