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God is alive, and He's in His penthouse of heaven jerking Himself silly because He doesn't have a partner to spew His divine jism on, and every time He tugs His heavenly pud, it's and act of hate, of contempt, of mockery. He's trying to destroy us, and as fast as He's tugging we're building, hammering and sawing and shooting and pouring and welding and smelting and forging. As fast as He's tugging we're tying iron and mixing concrete and Huntzing so it doesn't crack. And some day it damn sure is going to crack.
Two. Fucking. Up
Two. Fucking. Up