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Remove the brown pants.
Does Heaven accept bad taste?
I think not Spongebob.

I was interested, but I was to lazy to read much of it. I guess I have been following the philosophy all along then...

I know the man who is in charge of the plumbing in E. L.'s house (look, I can't spell the son of a bitch's name right now...) in Mississippi, and he is going to have 9 bathrooms. 9 I say! Who the hell needs that many? I hope a cottonmouth climbs through his plumbing and gives a lethal bite to the damn cook's asshole. I really do.

To me, things are perfect here. Life is perfect for the human psyche, mostly because it is filled with imperfections. We are like children with a new video game; they play it honestly for a minute or two, and then they urge to cheat. Yet, once they get their easy way out, the game becomes dull. They really wish that they could play the game honestly, but once the easy way has been introduced, there is no turning back for them. God can keep his damn easy way out; I want life to be entertaining, not easy.

In these crazy lives of ours, we experience highs and lows that give everything their proper intensity. We are left to wonder about so many things, but these things are usually what is the most fascinating. If we knew what is beyond death, imagine how hum-drum plays and other artforms would be. There is no cliffhanger in such an unpleasantly certain existence, and every good story tends to have one. Humans are gently placed among countless solar systems and such, and each formation is more beautiful than the last. We are surrounded by so many types of life, that we cannot even estimate how many species we have not discovered. God, in whatever form, is doing just fine in my eyes, but people can think anything they want.

Earth is the playground of philosophers, and I wouldn't want it any different.

Faith in dice is honest faith. After all, when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. Our only hope of happiness in this world is learning to be satisfied with the result, no matter what it is. You may not be able to change what has happened, but you can change the way you look at the event itself.

Our only hope is ourselves; we are our own saviors. How you deal with what is thrown at you tends to effect how the next roll goes. Just because the world is random, that does not mean it is not stable. After all, if randomness was all there was, how exactly has this world not floated away from the sun, and how come I cannot walk through walls? Not all of the world is fun and games, and death is a good example. Yet, there is a certain beauty in it. After all of these years, when I go, all my theories and ideas will be put to the test; my weary mind will have answers. Yes, it will be sad to leave what I once loved, but I walked into life knowing I would walk out of it. Day by day, I ignore death's inevitability. Even still, I will have a final smack in the face to wake me up; I will get that final salute. This is chaotic, and still... it is set in stone. We assume this all must be better than beyond, but isn't that hasty?

Eris may play dice, and she may not. That is the true chaos of her nature! Hell, we don't know what she does. The world is both a mix of random events and stable institutions... and that is true chaos.

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The very fact that we know about their game, and the fact that we have fun with it have to earn us a few points! Do you think they enjoy us insulting the way others worship them (i.e. jacking-off in prayer, playing see-food with communion, or drinking holy water) get us good points or just piss them off? I have done all of those things and many more, so I would like to know.

Ferret, I have the same experience as you. I have a high IQ (171, but I don't think that is something to brag about. The tests tend to be inaccurate, and just because you can't find the next number in a sequence, that does not make you as dumb as Bush or Richard Simmons.), and good people make me sick. I try to talk to them, but when I make jokes I understand, they think I am a freak. I am a freak, but don't walk away because of it. If they would just stay a few more minutes and chat, they would discover that I am a whore and a liar too. Evil people are only evil because they accept their own free will and faults. When faults are accepted, they cease to be faults but instead are characteristics... at least in my eye. Evil people are funny, and they are willing to laugh at dead baby jokes. I admire that; I enjoy a good dead baby joke. Good people cannot accept diversity. The bastards. They never did like my version of hangman or my game If There's A God. Damn them... damn them with sprinkles and extra virgin olive oil.

Doh, of Occultforums, had it right when she said, "Stupidity should, and shall be, painful."Stupid people make me want to purge society of all of its rancid blood and rotted minds in a very aggressive and controlling manner. But that is just my fourth cousin making me say things (Mussolini). Sometimes, stupidity is somewhat cute and inspires sympathy, and other times stupid people just have to "get taken care of" if you catch my drift. What is the variable, and will this be on the test?

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Sugar can't touch Nyquil and Antidepressants. Trust me, it is bad in a very good way. If I play my cards right, I just might pick it up as a habit!