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reitoei while pondering the strange corpse that had plummeted down upon my prize rose bushes i considered how to make some profit off this mishap. a barbeque was the logical choice. suddenly the strange appeal of christianity was revealed to me:god is immortal, but he's still flesh in a sense and hence roastable! unlimited free food!! what a deal!! as long as he doesnt taste like chicken... 020613
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sabbie mmmm... crunchy deities 020613
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god eat me! 020613
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sabbie so, like, we were muching down on god the other day... and whoa...

erm. wait.

hyperthetical for you [du nah!]

if once there was a little girl named... oh, lets call her eibbas, and she was a vegitarian, where on earth would she stand on the eating of gods?

well, ok, unless the were willing to come to her via some kind of pimply deity-delivering boy (i like my gods with extra chili and garlic and mushrooms ta) then i would prolly have to rephrase that to say

where in the entire univse both physically and metaphorically, atomically and spiritually, would she stand on eating of gods?
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sabbie 'pends on how they had been treated i suppose 020613
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selby is a small green potato in pain the god does stay
the immortality is his soul undone
i am a god! but i am roastable
as long as faith is it shall be so
and so it shall be
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