What if I told you muffins were merely mind control helicopters invented by space-faring keyboards originating in the center of the known Universe, responsible for all accidents and a key player in the seeming immortality of Rasputin?
Mathematics is merely a fluid, and those whose tongues are privileged enough to touch and taste it are transformed into molecular boomerangs.
I hear ya man.
Our president is a mosaic of images of our long gone space-faring ancestors, held together by string woven of the DNA of the earliest earth life.
The sky is merely a painting, commissioned by one of trillions of Gods to placate us with our position in the universe. How exhausting it must be for us to continue to toil on in a world where the purpose of a chicken outweighs the cost of the Iraq war.
On my desk sits a white porcelain angel, its head removed from the body. Clearly symbolic of the pyramidal nature of the universe, with pens being mightier than swords and blades of crimson grass brushing against zebra ankles.
Quote from: Xeno Killer 2179 on Mar 26, 2013, 07:13:21 AM
I think the star we orbit is only the size of my eyeball, and if it gets larger, that means I'm getting smaller.
Or perhaps it's constantly expanding like the universe itself, but remains a constant size to our eyes because we're hurtling towards it at an equal rate to its expansion.
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I also think that sperm see themselves as men trying to be the first to enter the exit, and if they fail, they fertilize each other thinking they found the egg.
I think a bronze statue is erected in each testicle bearing the likeness of any sperm who succeeds in fertilization. These statues are then waxed and kept shiny by the super sperm formed from sperm on sperm fertilization, whose super abilities make them immune to anything living. Cancer is merely these super sperm taking normal cells and using them as vehicles to spread throughout the body.
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I also think that space people can change gender as a form of role playing.
Each space person has a duffel bag of genitalia, each of different shapes and sizes to fit any specific role. This can only be accessed through a hatch in their kneecaps, which opens when a seven sided chess board is played to completion against a super computer so powerful it could twirl spaghetti with a USB drive.
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Each star is the tip of a pyramid needing to grow down, but the messages from the man on top the mountain are distorted by slackers and comfort seekers.
The moon is a spy of the great Moon lord orbiting a temple praising a swirling, colourful pattern of stars in space, oriented by the same people responsible for the lack of recyclability of plastic water bottles.
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Do the lord's work by going to snowy places and building cities. Put humans on mars to make the sky wizard proud.
Snow is merely the Lord's wrapping on a gift, which melts away once he is satisfied you have earned it.
