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Post by Viempth on Sept 28, 2013 12:37:42 GMT -5
I WAS PHONE
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Post by Commander Tumbles on Sept 28, 2013 12:52:47 GMT -5
Did you kill the radio star?
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Post by Viempth on Sept 28, 2013 12:58:42 GMT -5
We have seen the ice man!
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on Sept 28, 2013 13:19:44 GMT -5
I AM THE WALRUS, COO COO CHA CHUU
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on Sept 28, 2013 13:20:07 GMT -5
I AM THE WALRUS, COO COO CHA CHUU
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Post by Viempth on Sept 28, 2013 16:22:12 GMT -5
Outside the organfish was CREATOR. It looked into the perfect void and saw only emptiness. It tries to fill the void, but only weeds grow for a flawed CREATOR begets a flawed creation. The pure void writhes and calls out for the static is like a cancer. The organfish are the perfect void which contains everything but CREATOR is the allness from which nothing can grow. CREATOR extends out, universes single cells in its hyphae, breaking off to grow into whole new CREATORS. It realizes that all it creates decays into static and entropy and thinking it knows the secret attempts to create its own inverse. But it fears the canceling out that makes pure creation born of void; and as it can only create it cannot create a being of only destruction, even if only from mentality. And CREATOR and its flawed UNCREATOR merge and bloom and the organfish weep for the sanctity of pure blue void. And this new form of CREATOR inly makes more flawed spawn of itself still, and they merge with it again and make their own attempts at UNCREATORS, an infinite cascade of impure demiurges merging into newer strains but never being complete for only in void is there completeness.
And the organfish sing their hymn of making and unmaking, as the static fills them one by endless one.
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Post by Loof on Sept 30, 2013 15:47:07 GMT -5
Pokosy
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