We want God and we want it now. We build God with ego and artifice. And now there is nothing worth worship.
avoid the existential to dare to build forever grasping towards intangibles manifest through the culture eating the creature we must create, all serpentine with viral psionic mandibles god undoubtedly real held captive in our future perfect paleolithic project, a work in progress there is no time to worship the only worship is work the idiot engineers weave the wireless tapestry suicide booths and sexbots born inorganically beautiful dreams from tv we do not wish to be here utopia is at hand
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