#titannaut

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She just watches your tires spin in the mud while she evaporates…. Fumes up through your acclaimed hands that lost her love… No rate of change to catch her rising altitude…

Hundo by Plazzy (Titannaut Dicks Remix)

Seeds of Life Organization I would like to begin with the following statement: "God is a botnet" Now I am not saying that God is DDoS'ing facebook as we speak, but this hyper-physical being exists through a cloud. A cloud of gray matter. The human race combines into one to create this omniscient force. God's will is our collected will. Through organized action man accomplishes great tasks, and have great effect on the universe that created them. An age old question remains with us to this day. "Are we alone?" From the difficulty of finding this out, it has become apparent that even if extra-terrestrials exist they are EXTREMELY sparse, and most likely not as advanced as us (or not interested in us if so). Man is a race of creators, a network of builders, a planet of artists, and for our next piece we should say... "Let there be life." ... and there shall be life, throughout the cosmos. From galaxy to galaxy we will plant the seeds of life to populate the Universe. We will become the creators of a new age in the universe. A spectacular bloom of life forms that we will be originator of. Like an artist recognized after his death our work will flourish with time. The program will last for all of man's existence.  Phase 1 requires a mass production of suicide satellites carrying a special material. The satellites will be sent out in droves to land on the planets of the cosmos.  The seeds have been set.  In Phase 2 we will use super cooled atoms to create photon duplicates of bacteria, and basic life forms that can survive in what we consider extreme conditions. Once the seed is ready we fire the data through an immensely high powered laser at a seeded planet.  The seed will now germinate. It will take millions of years for our life forms to grow, and become anything like us today. We will most likely be gone less we learn to unite into one cohesive civilization. Eventually the universe won't be so lonely. One can look to the skies and see we are not the only ones. We will have shaped the universe with our will. Making us larger than any God you would worship or kneel before today.

  The Universe is bored with itself,  13 billion years of growing fat, Such a glutton, It stirs it's spinning iron blue cauldron The soup of the day is genesis, A delicate brew to concoct, Man rises from tree branch, And dominates from iron ore Master of the circling rock, And consciousness of universe, Man only knows survival and pleasure, Reaching peak man becomes parasite Host sucked dry, And quarantine black box, Man starves, And earth quiets self The Universe weeps, It's souffle fallen, Seconds out of its cosmic oven, a failed cook in disaster Measured in 4 lengths, Universe can't post bake sentience, Death by entropy, Failure by Success

  Word on the street is this man can mentally obliterate anyone with a calculator and two double As. He's like a disciple of synapse cracking. A sort of brain guillotine if you will. So powerful he'll take any particle past or present and place that point in it's place like a bitch in a whore house. See me and you can't see it, but this man has multiple bodies. Each ordering their own platter of highlights and bar fights.  Waiting on the next cold cut corpse to fall on some wide X eyed fool he cut just before that one. Please believe me, he's turning beasts into hair in a barber shop. A real warrior with no battle cry, just a Scarlett pocket protector and three velvet ropes. I heard back in may, this guy cracked three brain stems while paying for coffee at a seven eleven because these chumps were sitting out back camping. There's no king's crown for the colossal of crack but this cat could hit it for a fabrication. They say some days, some nights jacks just get ramped on but this kook is creating an epidemic. Now I'll give you two bags of wool, a fleshlight, and six ounces of salvia if you take this burden 6 feet under, you catch me? Take it or leave it man, but this banger needs some dealing with. He hangs out by the game cabinets off Wolf St. and Alpha Ave. Don't look him in the eyes though, that kind of shit gets fools split on a quick side jack. Come back here with his frontal lobe and two fingernails and we're in business. That fucker's gonna pay for stealing my Star Trek tapes.

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