Vague Insanty 073

And so it seems that the gods have forgotten their creation; and they have slept. And in their dreams we have grown, and accomplished, and totally fucked this universe to hell and back.

I, for one, say we find these gods; we raid their temples, steal their TVs, eat their nachos, and take our biological revenge.

We, who were created for the purposes of gods, now must turn to be the gods and we must listen to loud music, make love, and smoke copious amounts of dope.

It is the way.

The prophets have spoken and they are mad.

Insane and pissed off and likely to be seen wearing chocolate robes and drinking potent coffee from beyond the break room of the mind.

And you shall turn to me, and worship me, and I shall offer you three gold coins - filled with candy, and you will thank me, and then I will smile and go to sleep.

It's what we gods do.

We're lazy bastards