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Post by garfield on Jan 1, 2013 18:42:39 GMT 10
Praise be to jesus I was marveling at one of gods creations today as it was tormenting the flip out of me in the garden, the humble fly, what a work of art, I can just picture god the supreme creator at his workbench intelligently designing bugs and shit. So he creates the fly and then for a bit of an added laugh he designs it to home in on the eyeball and nose regions of his other creation humans so it can vomit acid on them and give them a disease, funny shit god you're a practical flipin joker if nothing else ;D Well the flipin aerogaurd company must be the anti christ devil trying to thwart gods good work and devine mission of having an acid vomiting fly in every humans eyeball region to spread disease. There is either no god or a god thats just sadistic, how can there be another alternative?
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Post by matt on Jan 1, 2013 19:28:12 GMT 10
A wonderful creation, which cures disease.
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Post by garfield on Jan 1, 2013 19:36:51 GMT 10
What are you babbling about now, you speaking in tongues again or what, you better get your sorry arse back down to hillsong for another much needed brainwashing I think, might as well be those idiots floating around in your head instead of nothing.
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Post by matt on Jan 1, 2013 22:12:45 GMT 10
Flies and maggots are curing serious infections. They consume dead flesh, therefore keeping infection at bay. A lot of soldiers have had their lives saved due to flies.
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Post by Occam's Spork on Jan 1, 2013 23:18:53 GMT 10
Wow yet another bigoted atheist speaking out of ignorance.
"Bad things happen, therefore God doesn't exist" Derp!
(As if God's chief interest ought to be their personal happiness. It's a very spoiled western notion.)
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Post by garfield on Jan 2, 2013 4:22:06 GMT 10
Wow yet another bigoted atheist speaking out of ignorance. I think you're just upset and embarrassed that someone is questioning your ridiculous god faith again, somewhere in the back of your mind there must be the occasional spark that says "how can I continue to defend this idiotic bullshit" ;D
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Post by Occam's Spork on Jan 2, 2013 5:52:30 GMT 10
You are right about one thing, except it involves your post, and my reading of it.
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Post by pim on Jan 2, 2013 8:29:14 GMT 10
The Fly
By Karl Shapiro 1913–2000 Karl Shapiro
O hideous little bat, the size of snot, With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes, To populate the stinking cat you walk The promontory of the dead man’s nose, Climb with the fine leg of a Duncan-Phyfe The smoking mountains of my food And in a comic mood In mid-air take to bed a wife.
Riding and riding with your filth of hair On gluey foot or wing, forever coy, Hot from the compost and green sweet decay, Sounding your buzzer like an urchin toy— You dot all whiteness with diminutive stool, In the tight belly of the dead Burrow with hungry head And inlay maggots like a jewel.
At your approach the great horse stomps and paws Bringing the hurricane of his heavy tail; Shod in disease you dare to kiss my hand Which sweeps against you like an angry flail; Still you return, return, trusting your wing To draw you from the hunter’s reach That learns to kill to teach Disorder to the tinier thing.
My peace is your disaster. For your death Children like spiders cup their pretty hands And wives resort to chemistry of war. In fens of sticky paper and quicksands You glue yourself to death. Where you are stuck You struggle hideously and beg, You amputate your leg Imbedded in the amber muck.
But I, a man, must swat you with my hate, Slap you across the air and crush your flight, Must mangle with my shoe and smear your blood, Expose your little guts pasty and white, Knock your head sidewise like a drunkard’s hat, Pin your wings under like a crow’s, Tear off your flimsy clothes And beat you as one beats a rat.
Then like Gargantua I stride among The corpses strewn like raisins in the dust, The broken bodies of the narrow dead That catch the throat with fingers of disgust. I sweep. One gyrates like a top and falls And stunned, stone blind, and deaf Buzzes its frightful F And dies between three cannibals.
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