The Thief
Le Voleur is French for the Thief. In 1828, during the birth and rise of the newspaper, Emile de Girardin had a novel idea on how to use the newest writing technology, the printing press. He and a friend decided to start a periodical, but since they lacked capital, the weekly was entitled Le Voleur (The Thief) and it reprinted the best articles that had appeared elsewhere during the week, saving editorial costs. (from ''The History and Power of Writing'')
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Refered to many as “fooled by the atheism that they carry inside of them..."

He went on to add, "Fooled out of knowing the simple truth: a homophobe entity before there were ever entities removed his baton from its magic case, dipped it in universe sauce, and created everything in a week. Then he just invented the "week" right there. There weren't numbers yet, but seven was the best one, so he moved on and picked that. Then the homophobe totally got bored! Never mind he had always been alone without comparison. He had to do something, so he made one human. Just like himself. Except nothing like himself, you know. He named him Adam, so when nothing called it knew what to say. Then Adam totally got bored too! By then the homophobe entity was freaked Adam would start liking him too much anyway, so he made Eve. Out of Adams rib, that's how. Come on pay attention. Nope, neither one of them had belly buttons. But they had sex, and we all came from them. Six and a half billion in a few thousand years. Well, actually, 180 billion if you count the dead. But they're not really dead so they don't count. See, when you die you actually live forever. You can find all this in a science book don't worry. But when the snake ruined everything the magic tree grew fruit and they ate it! Only one thing could result; clothes! No, the homophobe entity didn't care about nakedness, he's invisible remember. I never said that? Well he is. Oh, you never know when he's at work either. Or why he works exactly. Or where. Or for who. Or what his plan is. But we do know this, his plan will never change. So pray to him, he might change it your way. This is all his nature. No wait, he made nature, so wait, no no, yeah, I was right, it's his nature. We know because thousands of years ago, before standards were invented and kings routinely changed written history to suite the social norms of their age, he had people write everything he said down. Not a word has been changed or exaggerated. Today he only talks to me, the pope. You know what, I don't really know why? Huh.... I'm infallable by the way. I wasn't always, but some fallables got to together and voted me perfect. Don't worry it'll all make sense when you die. No I'm exhausted, and besides, I already told you where he is. He's everywhere, except when he's nowhere. That parts always been obvious. Have a good day everyone, mass at seven."

G Bara
2 Comments:
Blogger KRB Digital said...
Graz - did you write that? Hilarious(!) and poignant. Well played my friend.

Blogger Reid said...
beeee utiful