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God damned :: 'mouse

Juan came to regret shouting, “Show me a sign you exist!” after about three weeks of driving in which he never once hit a green light.

    TAGS:  gods, traffic

Worms Dream :: Imaginary Keith

Gods turn into angels, angels turn into people, people turn into dirt which the worms burrow through, dreaming of gods, beginning the process all over again.

    TAGS:  dreams, gods, worms

“Come on,” Zeus thundered into the mouthpiece, “pick up!”

    TAGS:  gods, telephone - the device, Zeus

oh-oh :: boot

The land started to burn and scorch and the oceans began to boil as the planet-sized magnifying glass was tilted this way and that, and all the while the guy in white robes giggled and sneered.

    TAGS:  gods, snigger, magnifying glass

godlets :: grudknows

Look, I know those daisy chains you’ve been making of late are pretty and I know you’ve out grown the villagers we gave you for your graduation but your mother is right - if you won’t lift a finger in smite we have no choice but to send you off to smoting school.

    TAGS:  children, gods, education, learning

When asked about the mess, the gods told Kierkegaard that sweeping was philosopher’s work.

    TAGS:  work, philosophy, gods, Kierkegaard

lavender god :: boot

Nothing makes a god grumpier than having his fresh lavender scent tainted by whuffy doggy wetness.

    TAGS:  gods, lavender, wetness, whuffy

A new atheism :: Br. Ezra

The gods are not immortal living only as long as the span of one man’s dream

    TAGS:  dreams, atheism, gods, immortality


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