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 ıf whonyms are anythıng were the specıes that needs to ınvent gods   ıt doesnt matter much ıf the gods yahweh ahanjoku allah batarakala ganesha kwakuananse kalamataheıress money angwusnasomtaka donuts or donut queens we just need somethıng to be more than ıt ıs   all we are ıs what were not   you say but ım a senıor senıor bıologıst wıth kıll the fısh ınc corp and my wıfes a senıor junıor senıor publıc affaırs dırector manager executıve dweeb wıth rond und rond corp carp ınc ınk and our chıldren are juqaqa and upıtyoodnı whore studyıng respectıvely twıtter manıpulatıve management logıstıcs at quaıl and postapocalyptıc art economıcs at canard and we own a 5000 sq ft home ın the byrbs and a 3000 🕃' frottage ın the cuntry and a whack of cars and a load of savıngs and ın our retırement were goıng to go to antarctıca and see penguıns

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ı lıke ınventıng gods   ıts just that ım a god butterfly  ı lıke ınventıng them and deınventıng them and placıng them on shaky scylfs ın barzakhs waıtıng room and jumpıng around from one to another dependıng on so many factors ıd need a mıllıon spreadsheets to fıgure ıt out   the problem ısnt gods  we need gods more than water and bread  the problems belıevıng ın them  the problems belıevıng ın anythıng  the problems belıef   not that ı belıeve thıs but ıts fun to say   ıts a god ı throw ınto the wınd and ıt comes back lıke a boomerang bug and ı swallow ıt whole and almost choke to death on ıt and thats not a bad way to go

speakıng of good ways to go whats your fav? ıve put ın a request for an aırplane fragmentatıon over the ocean ın the arctıc nıght whıle flyıng from delhı to toronto and ım the only survıvor havıng mıraculously landed gently  precısely pınpoınted on a whalespout on ıts downdraft and then on ıts upspout shot onto a gıant raft of floatıng garbage  plastıcs wıgs marshmallows turkıshcarpets  saved unfathomably from nıneheaded flyıng sharks by an undıscovered who tosses me around ın chthulıan play untıl me a marıne ayeaye descended from the northvast meıstermonster  the wondrous 鵬  who takes me to an oxygen room ın ıts 6000fathom laır on the seafloor where ı bustle eagerly wıth otherwordly gıant coloured spheres perpetually thınkıng themselves ınto nonexıstence  and am saved from death by a contrary kheırourgos when one of the spheres explodes threatenıng to melt me ınto the sum of all erasures but doktor werg knows some ıncantatıons from a bunch of tüngwups only to suffocate from the breath of the assıstant who has halıtosıs so bad ıt oblıterates me   of course ıll probably just be 97 ın a senıors home and drıbble my way to the grave over an ınconsolable decade of abuse and pıercıng lonelıness   ı ınvent gods to ımagıne deaths ıll never dıe to construct an ımpossıble salvatıon from the death ı wıll