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Sep 2018
and i'm supposed to care...
because of...
       what?!

  the Chinks are taking over?
they're already all over...

why should i care?
am i investing in gene
propagation or something?

genes are like a fetus to me:
dead, until in my arms
and outside a woman's body...

nothing much in between...
well... a dichotomy
of argumentation...
and headbanging to
a megadeth song...

and the thought,
that some day,
my neighbor will cross
the line of private property,
and i''ll get to gut
him like...
what ends up pork trimmings...

thought: the last ******* theater,
given the potential...

why should i give a ****?
it's not like people gave a ****
about me to begin with...
        ****, i'm here for the bourbon...
am i jealous?
no... no... not really....
i should be, shouldn't i?
good luck.

no no... i'd love atheism...
if it wasn't for the coupling of
atheism with materialism,
why do atheists bang about this
gene argument?
  why are atheists primarily
materialistic thinkers?
never managed to figure that one
out...
  
all these atheists bang about are
materialistic arguments...
as long as there is no god,
or no soul...
    GENES... GENES 24/7...
      nothing else...
fear of death,
subservient to a gamble on
eternity with the passing on of
genes (according to Hitch-Itchy-Tongue)...

**** me...
      you want to know what scares me
that's outside the emphasis on
death?
old age...
death i can take:
please! the sooner the better!
old age scares me...
because it's not the sort of old
age that guaranteed the
antonymous youth
of ancient Greece, or Rome...

no...
when my parent's die...
i'm not waiting... **** it...
       can't be bothered...
that's why i'm waiting for my
grandparents to die,
so i can ingest the reactionary cycle...
i'm not waiting,
3 hours of pain is 3 years
of a disguised pain of "waiting"...
oh no no no...
   i'm not waiting for the *******
argument...
they're out... i'm out...
      
if only the atheistic arguments
didn't, needlessly, lead toward
a materialistic clinging...
    too much fake realism concentrated
on passing on the genes,
like... fingerprints or ****?
    
once again: good luck!
   you're not passing anything
unless you're not passing
a vagueness of a genesis for
an impersonal impetus -

the coordinates remain the same,
but the vector impetus changes...
genes are, well...
static.

          hence the atheistic argument
for ensuring they continue,
like some Hindu reincarnation tactic,
"levitating": unchanged...
           i'm correct on that one,
yes?
   genes are supposed to remain
static, yes?
   well then!
      atheists are *******
materialists...
        
last time i checked...
    i didn't know that air could be categorized
in the same way as a rock...
that... quasi-ancient
quaternary of the subject-object /
  object-subject "dichotomy"...
                
lying to behold, the prior to unseen
fascinations that might succumb
to the materialistic grip, of
so called reality...

                and if gravity is what
binds all the orbs into a glued motion...

what force, actually instigated
the motion, or...
             kept it perpetuated?

sure... you have the glue question
answered...
but what is the perpetuated motion
question?

no? really?
  no?! really?!
  oh....           let me guess:
you don't!

i'm not kneeling,
and i'm not gesticulating with a prayer
in mind...
                 but god occupies
the entirety of my thinking...
   i can't think without the concept,
which, needless to say...
is so much more,
than the fabrication of
19th / 20th century
psychology of allowing the ego
to replace god...

sorry,
but sometimes the most irrational feeling
can overpower the most rational thought...
why?
   feelings are rarely allowed,
allowed to be caged,
or allow, * being*, caged...
         and my "belief" in a god aligns
itself with Heidegger...
     more to the point:
            man, made justice blind...
   man has no bearing in executing
   the most sacred sense of
                traversing both space, and time...
as mutually exclusive,
rather than the physics of their
mutual inclusion of the space-time
"continuum"...
          i believe in a god,
because, i do not believe that man:
has the sense of law,
to either pass judgement, or justice -
as the Satanic law encrusted:
   within the confines of your
gullible innocence...
        you will make a quadratic equation
of the whole escapade -
your goodness will be the justice,
while your evilness will be the judgement,
or vice versus,
or versus,
   or versus vice...
  or either, or none, or maybe...
    maybe the other way round,
from the other way round... or... quiet simply...
whatever.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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