WEE CONKER ALL DIS'EASE / aThrowAway

 ooo, dear me futility when money

has gone, so has gone reality, or,

so reality has gone to seem.....



if such ye never Had t'begin wit, is

it

alright? or all wrong? justlike



( I Can Manipulate Reality,Thought,&'Things', therefore I Am !)



good god is never [ever] what wee

think He is because wee quietly think, [ in

our very apparent sub-secret recesses ], that

some

how

[or'another]  " I Am....." somehow'an other God

like god, 'cause ( I ) create thee fate thee faith that

( I ) 'know' God, (thru one source/an'other, generally a

fragment'consensus d'lusion of Sorts)



this is all nothing2worry about, as is No Thing.....as thee

Founding Fathers had said ' all Pale-Male land-owners are made-by-god

mo'o'Less, Created[?]Equal[?]... & The Women! well, regardless of shading, if'n ye

cultivates'em justright, they'll always have the potential t'be a good fuck &yes wee w'ill

be Equal Good (as in "God") to all our slaves, &even after Things Change & wee have to

pay them Money for they's servitude, thee ever multiplicating bread+circuses w'ill keep 'them'

in their God-given thrall.



All ways always wee will Have greatpowers of d'lusion to fend off fear of nothing (as in No Thing)

& thee Finite that (wee cannot know wha'weethink wee know)

finishes all in this flimsy sweet allegory



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