I mean, WHY NOT? Celebrate, I mean.
Lettuce Celebrate, Vegetables!
Our goose is cooked. Our porridge is stuck to the bottom of the pan, like so much "Killcen-style Slap Yor Mammy Broccoli Cheese Meat Paste Pasta".
It's like he dun always told us…
I mean, other than the Archon butt-sex and Jesus cumming crapola. Love ya, bro, butt No Spank You!
WE ALL GONNA DIE!
We're all gonna die.
Kinda the nature of living beings. They die.
It's what they do while alive that matters; at least to other living beings. So…
What Will YOU Do With Your LIFETime?
Nothing has changed.
That is always the question.
What the fuck are you doing with yourself?
>on second thought, don't answer that! (except to yourself – and honestly too, motherfucker)
<inb4 motherfucker is not a nice way of putting it
>accurate as fuck though, eh?
I Love HER Too.
The Goddess, I mean.
And yes, sometimes She Be Mean!
There ain't much She ain't!
But SHE ain't any more REAL than Gods, or Archon butt-sex, or "you" and "me" as separate beings!
Accepting Responsibility for Being "ALL THAT" FREES One From ALL Harm.
Only Separation Can Cause Harm.
That being said, you filthy monkeys…
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