Time: 2003 Jul 30 20:30:00
Religious people with their rules can fucking bite me. How can finite man, define an Infinite God? You fuckers think you can. Stare God down in your mind’s contest and see who wins.
An infinite God or you, you weak biochemical analytic bullshitter.
I love Erika for crazinessbitchiness, i love Brian for chaos, I would love to see myself dancing butt-fucking naked for Erika’s Bachelorrette party. and afterwards, fucking naked at Starbucks, on a wobbly table, to the sounds of someone slurping hot cafe mocha, dripping whipped cream all over my wobbly body.