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I have taken a microwave corresponding to the exact same octave on a theta wave that is present when I let my brain jump on the trampoline. If you were to conduct this with your self, it would not have happened without your most precious porcelain dentures. If this microwave were to entrain my meditation state to inspire us, I am presented with the problem of the water absorption property of this wave. Thus, thinking free in a free thinking manner makes your head explode. The first conclusion that one can come to is that I have listened to all the music. Whether this occurrence be nostradomical, feasible, or hell, even relevant, we would set aside all doubt that my universe is congruent to the diaphragm of the absorption medium. But since this is merely a random prophetic hypothesis, I can assure you that it will indeed happen. Taking this principle in to account, you tried to revitalize a grain of petroleum. This, however, is not the case. An obnoxious amount of practice leads to a religious regiment of attempts. You could use this method to prepare for the rapture, but I advise against it. Instead, lead all the cows to Myrtle Beach if you wish to protect yourself from Armageddon. Once you have heard the news of my toads, you can be free to abandon the hymen of your audio perception. This is comparable to having a lobotomy, but leaving your sense of subtraction intact. The more enlightened will discover this is more or less a placebo, because the dairy of the cows will never quench the capsaicin of judgment day. Neither can you turn to your harvest to rid your mouth of the burn. Only a stronger chemical irritant can take your mind off of the sting. When your stars become blue-shifted deities of other worlds, what does your yellow sun offer to its worshipers? I will tell you: we will all wear black jester hats and dance for the hydra with her bleeding horns. Rivers will turn to mud and flow beneath our industrialized creation. IN THE VERY CRADLE OF OUR EXISTENCE, the most formidable viruses in history emerge to lead the pandemics into battle. Do we wish to mimic the filovirus's attempt to turn his host into himself? Or do we, as the cancer of this planet, agree to a more lengthy document? We are usually dumbfounded by this affliction, but if we suspend our disbelief, we can recognize the dramatization of the fever as an exaggeration. We can then recognize that the monster inside us can be used as the most powerful aphrodisiac. Who would have thought that this deadly illness can leave a lasting mark other than hemorrhage?

But no, we are to believe this friend of ours causes our rectums to be blistered and sore, and we will feel worse than a bad girl gone straight to video. It will feel as if thousands of African pirates are plundering our colons of the endless riches they have to offer. It will hurt you so bad that our children will feel it! We will be in such a world of pain that we will puke blood and then go unconscious. Once awakened, we will be blinded, carved, and castrated on the coffee table. Then clear plastic tubes will be forced up our noses and into our stomachs, through which the remains of our genitals will be poured. After having our tallywhackers force fed to us, we will be beaten into a coma. Our pain-induced comas will last about three months, during which we will experience hell to the seventh power. Each ill word we have ever said to anyone will run through our minds as a symphony of death and sickness. A cacophony of misery and repeating waves of nausea will accompany us on our voyage through Lucifer's lake of lava and lye. Satan's image will be burned into our retinas as he reads each sentence to us with flaming words. We will be cooked in the sweltering oven of Beelzebub. All our memories will be annihilated, and our souls will be a potpourri of despair and loneliness. We will have electrodes attached to our brains, which will send pulses of electrical energy into them, stimulating the most painful sensations you can imagine. This will hurt more than we could ever be burned, and it will leave our tortured bodies deeply scarred. We will be disfigured beyond recognition, and all who look upon us will be sick. All physical and psychological effects will haunt us for the rest of our lives, and we will be an example for all of those who plague other people. What we need is not a PDE-5 inhibitor, but a pfizer equivalent of a PDE-5 procreator. This will replace our country's methylphenidate capsule. You see, our current red pill suppresses our creativity, rather than the traditional view of a liberating drug that disrupts our input/output carrier signals. Our red pill makes us invisible to the god of dreams, and we can never boast our integral anomalies. Our anomalies are destroyed in the third grade, when we learn that our lives are scripted, and that when we die, we become statistics. Our eternal life is a number, a mortality count, an overdose, a collision, and most morbidly, an accident. The popular model of heaven does not appeal to me. If my mind were to exist for eternity, it would be more suffering than any hell. According to the bible, Satan will battle God, and when God wins, all souls in hell will be destroyed, while the souls in heaven will become angels and live forever. The idea of Satan and hell do not appeal to me either, but given the circumstance that the souls in hell will eventually perish, I would choose hell over heaven. If I were to propose my ideal model of heaven, It would be for my soul to be obliterated as soon as my body dies. You may disagree, but consider this, after having a glimpse into my mind, do you think I would want to be plagued by these thoughts forever? No, the only way to please the hydra is to understand her true identity. Due to Nara's carefree philosophy, her precise horns are clipped to signify her demise. This, ironically, is the worst mistake she could make. Her violet cloud no longer has the power to possess the jesters. Then, look carefully into the mud, and the mermaids will crawl out and demolish the architectural feats of our fathers. We will then respect the savior who dons red leather, and the chemist will assist him. It is my belief that our revered alkaloid stimulant prolongs, rather than delays, our delta actualization. This goddess caffeine is the sister of deep sleep. Lucidity can not be obtained without adequate low-wave rest. The more vivid your dreams, the easier it will be to hear your premonitions. There is a triadic illusion model. In one corner, we have the physical world. Another corner represents the boxer of our minds. The third corner is under a veil of smoke, for it can be the wavelike level. This smoke undulates between the world and our mind. I don't want to hear about your philosophical sciences. I want science for its artistic use, not the knowledge. The pursuit of quantum theories is a past time analogous to MacRae chasing his back with a false mirror. My gift came from the archaeopteryx, but sadly, my knowledge of this flight was suffocated as well. This rusty bridge has seventy columns. According to the decimal structure, this is not an odd numeral. How selfish is this that we have designated the cosmos to fall between units of ten! We should pray respect to the duality of the binary count, as well as the powers of three, five, and twelve. These languages of reason should be taught as if they were secondary tongues. We speak English, but some gardens whisper in French and German. This should be respected in the mathematical world, for we can learn from our two, three, five, and twelve fingered neighbors. At exactly two minutes and twenty-five seconds of our bought of glucose filled urine, we learn what the true following is. This spark will attract the fly to the illuminating dust. As the fry, we shall be condemned to turn to salt upon the moor of time. Gunwitch had the method, but the rhythm is present within the soul of doctor D. His crimson egg-whites signify the time the elders are to inquire for the tide. This gargantuan tarantula inseminates the father of quarantine. Then our intention will be stapled to the malachite entrance with force. It is another quest of mine to find the liquid that sustains feline attributes of Anubis. His Egyptian influence on crustaceans has turned our youth into maroon cripples of destructive paraphernalia. O! this is devil franchise. When asked, cyber projectile relapsed into hilikus rage. He was sent to the inferno's seventh power, which includes thine majesty's realm of tang. He then said "Nay! gradual phosphors energize at a level proportional and comparable to that of yes". In conclusion, we should heed the messages of our most important influences. Sleep, adolescent water beings, the red savior, Nara the hydra, and the filovirus are all friends of ours. We can look to Wiki's woogers of psilocybin for color. I only ask you one question: what does this community of beings do when the following of the glucose urine is gone? If this jester rides over the hills and disappears for the rest of eternity, has the military community ever really existed at all? When his mind is obliterated, are all the physical occurrences that it represents destroyed as well? In the words of the basketball: "Time? Ha! Time is an illusion. The only time now is party time."

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