Gee, Oh, Dee

I can’t talk about God or god. The words mean so much and so little. God is abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz1234567890. Times 0. Divided by 2. Equals squat. Fuck all. And so on and so forth.

god is, well, that’s just it, now, isn’t it?

Break it down now: God = god = dog = doG. Doo Gee. Dee Oh Gee. Gee Oh Dee. That was not hard.

Look closely now to the means of god. Look closely now to the ways of God. Look at the parting. What is between?

If god didn’t exist you would not have been able to deny it. If God existed you would not have been able to invent it.

et ainsi de suite…

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