coony's gone...

He's well and truly dead, so is his god, so are his friends, they took the last train for the coast the day the music died. They never existed in the first place and they never will, xdsaz, you should never tell god he's out of your age of attraction he's cooking up a trick on you, going to leave you with an old age pensioner for all eternity. but don't worry about it, it's not that long. And besides you'll find some way to amuse yourself. You always do. What's it like being nothing? Yes I love you, or at least the image of you, and I know you exist in me, I'm not alone, you are not alone, Epluribus Unum. From one many and from many one. The universe. It's too complicated for us mere mortals. And no one tell me to be quiet, you know I won't, not while I draw breath. It's a glorious sunny day, it's tranquil too, I'm lying on the beach counting my blessings, I can't count up to infinity Tyred, god knows I've tried. God surely can. I sent him on a mission to get to the end of Pi he never came back. And he was in quantum mode. The smallest leaf, the smallest bird, the smallest elephant has god's signature somewhere, pity that poor god. Pity that rich man. Thank god someone thought of evolution, who'd have thought that something so dumb so mindless could make one fingernail let alone ten. Two are thumbs. It's what lets Christopher Hitchens or whatever his name was, and Richard Dorking or whatever his name is, and Neil Degrasse Tyson or whatever his name is, and Charles Darwin, and too late the hero Watson or whatever sleep at night. Is it comforting lies, it's not that comforting. You want comfort coonigan? Just look at the room you created. They run after you, Because Dylan sung you are going to have to serve somebody, well it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord, but you're going to serve somebody. With me you get egg-roll both in the same package. No I'm not the "Lord" or the "Devil" I'm on the "Levil". God knows who the Devil is and it's life. And we're in it for now. And evolution is utterly indifferent, and we know that's the wise choice. They only care about boys coony, because boys are the opiate of the masses. Don't try waking them up, let them sleep in nothingness forever and ever. We'll take on the burden, and you know god will be your beast of burden there's no other option, yes god hates you, to his back teeth but once in a while he loves you.