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Month: October 2002

Blasphemy by a Former Catholic

Posted on October 2, 2002February 25, 2022 by KZ

We’ve all heard people take the Lord’s name in vain. That kind of thing bothers some people, but it doesn’t get to me anymore. Whenever I hear somebody say “goddamnit” or mutter something like, “oh for Christ’s sake,” I’m more concerned about how that person is doing than I am about God’s feelings. God has…

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How Many Assholes Do We Got on This Ship Anyhow?

Posted on October 1, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Carlos: why is this world full of assholes? Carlos: i mean everyone to an extent is an asshole Carlos: but there are people that are over the top Carlos: and you know another thing that pisses me off Carlos: what is this pray for peace? Carlos: we create the shit Kevin: we create war? Carlos:…

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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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