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Oct 24, '08





i am eerily calm?
it deflects people around me.
they claim 
i don't feel.
they tell me 
i am inhuman.
but that may not be true,
as it's been unconfirmed to me.

i could perhaps 
attempt to feel,
if i learn how it is done. 
but i know i am unable
 to emote
successfully.

i can only think
 things out instead. 
simple algorithms.
is that a different way to be? 

if it is,
i won't be able to improve.
it must be a defect,
a manmade anomaly?

there's never joy 
or sorrow on my face.
they say.
just that calmness,
i do not create. 
just a reflection to theirs,
constantly analyzing,
questioning,
defragmenting,
they sense
only the lifeless look
 of reasoning.
the why & the how 
being thrown back.
they're left more alone.
un-touched.
un-moved.
un-soothed. 
they know
my being hasn't the capacity
to know if it can feel.
for all it has known all along
is to process. 
investigate.

i fail to see 
why i would be
perfect only with a heart?
the kind they speak of,
the kind they prefer to meet.

isn't information,
aren't deductions enough?






Am adding a note now coz am tired of repeating myself. does one have to actually BE the protagonist to sing the nursery rhyme- "I am a teapot, short & stout..." ?? Same case here.









Aug 05, '08



there'll be a day
when land shall lose the worth we feel for it today.
when international borders won't be necessary.
when there'll be no lines of control anywhere and for no one.
when names & identities will be replaced by psychological profiles.
when issues of race, gender, caste, religion, territory, customs will be outdated and insanely idiotic to even think about.
when accepting differences, sharing & giving up material possessions will come easy as rising consciousness of one's fragility & transiency will destroy one's shallowness.
when our main concerns will be a better future, not as in visible development but as in improvement in the quality of life, unbiased, universally.








Jun 13, '08



Yes people, Dagny went ahead and did it again. And this time the tag-blog-game has a questionnaire pattern which makes it simple and quick. Dagny tagged Saintnomuse who then tagged yours truly. Click their names to read their blogs.

The Naughty Tag (Game 1)
Answer 5 questions. Simple.

1. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Please no corny answers like his/her personality, we all know what we notice first.
The face! all that's in, on and near the face.


2. Who- of the opposite sex- would you want to be with if you were deserted on an island?
Josh
Holloway. I caught an episode of 'Lost' and made that decision then & there. His character is a good boy turned bad & blessed with biting wit. Ladies, you are in a deserted island and your view looks like THIS.

3. What turns you on about the opposite sex?
Spontaneity, sense of humor, his attitude & behavior with the rest of the world..


4. What turns you off?
Chatterboxes, inflexibility, pretentiousness...

5. Some Froppites have their real picture on the profile and some don't but just going by their blogs/ comments/ scraps who do you think is the hottest female (male bloggers answer this) and male blogger (female blogger answer this)?

Punit-soni
is obviously the hottest male blogger. One of his blogs had about 200 comments. Now that's really 'hot', in true Fropper style. But seriously, though he isn't much of a regular blogger, I'd say bakedalaska Visit and give his Zone a hit!!


Bookworm Tag (Game 2)
RULES (as stated by Dagny)
1. Grab the nearest book you have been reading. And yes, when I say BOOK… I do NOT mean Cosmopolitan… or Playboy… or even Playgirl magazines. I am asking for words… not pics…
2. Open page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Acknowledge the person who tagged you.
6. Add the rules.

My Book
I don't read books. Yes, I accept, i'm an insult to culture. Anyhow, in order to do what our Dagny has set as a rule, I'll quote three lines from RD. Sad but page 123's about the Mittal boy. I noticed the lines following the fifth sentence are unbelievably rancid for yo
ur comfort so I picked out something even worse.

Mittal paid £57
million for this three-storey house, which boasts a ballroom, a picture gallery, 12 bedrooms, Turkish baths and a jeweled swimming pool where the super-fit vegetarian swims lengths every morning. But, according to American billionaire Wilbur Ross, a close friend of Mittals, "There is nothing flashy about Mittal." Mittal doesn't have bodyguards and he doesn't show off.
(that was so dramatic i can only smile in grief!)

Since I don't know many people who do blog, I'll tag strangers!
1. Metubul! Lady, i know you're a charming poetess. But now it's time to get silly and play with the rest of the stunning aunties and handsome uncles on Fropper!

2. Shakosh! You won the let-down line contest, you deserve to be tagged! Besides, you've written just ONE lovely blog so far. Bewitch us again! Update- She was pressed for time and yet she played! Thanks Shakosh! Catch her post HERE!

2. Imunnabhai! I don't know you, you just sent me a strange scrap. So now you're tagged.

Hope you guys don't see it as a chore and enjoy playing the tag. Write your blog, send it to me and Dagny. Choose/tag three or more(b
ut in multiples of three) of your friends to play along.

If anyone feels like writing by themselves, go ahead play the game un-tagged, you have nothing to lose. Refer to Dagny's main blog for further details.







May 07, '08



I could not write a letter as Chandini as I've already told Dagny, but I thought I could help by sharing my insight and giving hope in my own negative, heartless way. Knowing this is a heartbreak-fiction-tag game i'm just wondering hypothetically so no offense intended. If you can't read long stuff, scroll down to the end of this post for a snappy one line summary. That cool or what? I believe a reality check is essential to deal with life's problems, it can worsen the pain and increase the bouts of crying but helps us accept facts and numb down. We'll even stay calm when Armageddon is declared.

I'm trying to read Chandini's boyfriend's mind so that we can crack his vault, literally. Could it be possible the guy realized Chandini wasn't 'the one' for him anymore? Is it possible Chandini unknowingly created a near hostile environment for him to tell the truth? And so the guy had to lie to get past her just to avoid the chaos, verbal combat, tears.. all that 'let's try to work things out, PLEASE!!' and the nearly abusive 'But why don't you feel the same way as before...why, WHY??'. I, for one, can imagine being terrified of that confrontation. As being with him was Chandini's reason to be happy, what if he began to feel that being without Chandini was his? It's easier to run away(and lie) sometimes than to have to explain yourself to someone you once had feelings for and tell them that you've stopped loving them. Some (disappearing)feelings don't have explanations. Some things can't be fixed. We just have to respect and deal with them as they are.

I understand that I do not know what all he's lied about so can't say much. If the lies are indeed grave, he could have one of those disturbing personality disorders. Now THAT would be fun.

The way I see broken relationships, each one of us is not always perfect and lovable from another person's view; contrary to what we'd love to presume. We're flawed, we can come across as annoying and obnoxious at some point no matter how good we think we are or are told we are in the initial stages. I am a faulty piece of evolution, you are, they are, she is and he is too, deny all you want; but it's nothing to get hysterical or concerned about- simple timeless reality. 'Perfect people' is a myth. Accept. Time changes thoughts, views, wants, needs. What's cute and interesting today is irritating tomorrow, what's profound today is crap tomorrow. Unless they really feel the need to compromise and settle, most people usually prefer constant change. And then if they want change AFTER settling down, well, we all know how that story goes. Ho hum.

Our love and loyalty may not be continually appreciated and reciprocated- people could grow bored and tired of us(some quicker than others, some never)- that must not shock us or wither us away or make us feel worthless; it's a universal reality that sucks and a reality we choose not to see but a reality nonetheless! Accept it, deal with the truth. Do note that I've been generalizing because we're speaking of broken relationships where one party was clueless and still head over heels while the other was all set for a Houdini. Dicey!

The only reason Chandini is still dwelling in and analyzing her over and done with relationship is because she can't accept that the man she loved did not respect her enough to tell her the truth. He lied and was the least bit bothered about what she thought, he didn't even care to explain his lies which only means that he didn't value her at all. The only truth and only conclusion is that she held NO place in his life. This has ripped her self worth apart and left her bewildered. It would do the same to any one of us. We need to deal with the truth of the ordeal instead of only trying to find tips on growing smarter and oh-it's-his-loss. Yes, it is his loss but it's Chandini's loss too. She needs to respect herself again and for that she needs to accept that she has been cheated and rejected. Everyone gets cheated and rejected dammit, it's not about being smart or perfect or psychic. Time and chance and people control us. One of those other realities that suck. Why must we be defensive and in denial when it comes to someone else's life decisions?

I felt that Chandini was being a doormat NOT because she believed his lies or was gullible or 'dumb' during their relationship. She is a doormat because she keeps blaming herself, she has convinced herself somehow that she is a 'victim' and is making changes within for the shortcomings of another human being. I just don't get what that's about? Why should Chandini feel guilty and correct herself because of what an ass did? Would Chandini have felt like a victorious, proud, powerful lady if he'd asked her to marry him and lived happily ever after? Is her worth as a human being and her individuality based on what her significant other decides/chooses/does/does not do? She should have been delighted she found out the truth and that it's over before he nominated himself for her life insurance and ..

For all of us, keeping the faith is important because we have to live and go on without being a super grouch. Unless we're comfortable being a grouch, in which case we don't need all this. But if you still want to be around people, be able to share and do people things; without having a third, fourth and fifty-fifth eye observing every potentially suspicious tic, bead of sweat and change in pupil size; then you need to relax, keep faith in yourself, in your sense of self worth and in your own strengths. Learn about yourself, know your weaknesses, find your faults, change or improve some aspect if you want and can. At the same time, make an effort to understand other people, their views, their feelings, wonder about what they want, try to feel their comfort/discomfort, respect their choices. In this process of gaining knowledge and improving your sensitivity towards others, brace yourself for another heartbreak. Be ready to say goodbye even when you don't want to. Now that's a positive way of being in a negative world.

Whatever the past/present/future be, Annu and Chandini need to know that what others evoke in them through praise, criticism, loyalty, respect, love, hate, indifference- is insignificant to their inherent state of well being and will only bring momentary surges in joy/grief. But what they feel about themselves- that's going to be the baseline of contentment in their life. The day she does know and respect herself- with her weaknesses and strengths, Chandini's attitude will be 'him? him who?' or will respond to Annu's crisis with a 'trash is as trash does, what's to ponder about?' with a smile and a wink! We won't feel the need to hang on to every bit of the sad episode that won't help our today. Sure her memory of him will hurt forever(and i believe it's very natural and healthy to cry) BUT she will not spare him the energy of much analytical thought. Letting go will gradually become a piece of the most delicious chocolate cake.(see after that shitload of agony aunt bull i had to end on a yummy note)

SUMMARY- So all I really wanted to say was that basically Chandini and Annu and their ex's are just a few of the gazillion mere mortals; mortals who will either screw or get screwed.








Aug 24, '07



Now that the blogs out here are picking up and the scene's looking healthier than it did about a month or two ago, I do not want to write any more because initially I had joined this place to read and occasionally comment on other people's ramblings. And honestly, thinking up something to write about, at random, can be quite hellish. But here's something I'd written a long while back but felt it insubstantial to post and way too lengthy, but decided to post it anyway..what the hell. Read if, like me, you have too much time and too little to do or pretend to be doing.

A little unusual, I thought, when I'd bumped into this idea in a blog, at another website quite some time back. It was a list of all the things the blogger hated. Yes, the infamous but therapeutic hate list. Most people do not like writing about what they dislike on the internet, since there could be unsparing, insensitive people reading up. And then things could get ugly, egos might wobble, programme codes could be written and sent, and as a result, computer hard disks could go to the dogs. But Fropper is safe I sense! It's not hate in the context of the hatred for our corrupt government officials or Ekta Kapoor or crimes or the potholes on the road or even a Emraan Hashmi. Those are too well acknowledged, serious and widely hated to even require a mention. I mean those odd things that are uniquely hated by you.

You might absolutely abhor Big B's overplayed voice but you can't really tell anyone because everyone is in love with him. Type it out here, let it go. Say, there are days when you feel that someone you know is the most dense and the foulest specimen of elephant turd you have ever been around. You can't share that fireball-like info with anyone (word could get around and lead to a long, undesired confrontation with that very same turd!) All that negative energy will build up and suffocate you someday. So let the feelings flow out here, we Fropper folks never tell.(We are too busy hitting, begging strangers to add us and thinking up emotionally-fulfilling, soul-soothing but mind-numbing essays(scraps) on how, why, who and what friendship's all about! busy! busy!) So honestly, we'll never tell!

If you hold in your annoyance, the eventual raging flight will follow wherein you vent it verbally and physically out on people and inanimate objects like your keyboard or mouse, the door, the telephone, the vase, the glass of water\liquor in your hand etc. This is not a sensible way of de-stressing. It does not speak well at all, of your sense of logic, common sense, wisdom and even of your mental development. Let us leave behind physical violence and loud, angry voices solely to the ignorant, wild jackasses who are sexually frustrated and hence retarded. You can't help it if you are one.

Writing down your negative feelings, on the other hand, is as good as going to a therapist and pouring your hearts filth out. It does help knowing that someone else, be it a stranger, is reading about the things that drive you up the wall. Though it won't help much if the comments you receive do not empathize and those choir-like, insincere but supportive comments won't really do you any good either. And sadly you won't exactly turn into this ray of puppy dog sunshine after making the list. But..

But there are some benefits. Like the next time something you hate which is already in your list, comes your way, you can feel good about yourself, knowing how perceptive and insightful you were to have included it. Even better, if you find something/someone new that boils your blood, you can get all excited that you have another point to throw in. Whatever you hate will bring you an odd kind of pleasure. Hating will turn into a good and positive thing to do. The more things you hate the longer your list, the longer the list the better you know yourself. The better you know yourself the less likely you are to whine on and on, all day long, and repel your near and dear ones by coming across as someone who urgently needs to gulp down a month's prescription of laxatives and sedatives together, in one shot. Your mood might improve, a bit maybe.(not very convincing?)

Oh I haven't started jotting down mine as yet, but believe me I will need to make one someday. There is something about making a list that puts me off. So much work! I hate work. There! I've started on the right foot. By the way, that list I'd read on that person's blog had some 1000 plus things. How happy can she ever be? Shocking and seems tedious but yours needn't be so. It just needs to be very specific, like don't tell us you hate your job or your boss, specify what is it exactly that you hate about them. It will help you realize whether your hatred is justified and hence you are to be glorified by Fropperites OR you are just an irritable and pompous piece of ..God?! (..that was close!). Do remember to creatively exaggerate each point for the amusement of the readers. A few examples (accompanied with vague advice for your list). I hate..
-Sidhu. the cricketer turned freakshow. The good news is you don't have to give any reason why you hate something\someone, for example, as in this case, my 'please-lose-your-vocal-cords-now' wrath is overwhelmingly dumbfounding for me to explain why I hate him! (what irony!)
-Shekar Suman thinking he still has a chance. Start with entertainment sleaze, it's always interesting.
-Lizard poop. Well poop from all sources is loathsome but this reptile believes my table is its potty. Oh yeah! there is just no place like home to start with your hate list, probably will be the longest part of the list for most folks- include your annoying, judgment passing, money borrowing, 100 questions in one second asking, rumor inventing relatives and acquaintances..but beware of family\real friends who know your Fropper life..unless that is what you want! A gas leak in hell.
-Those huge cockroaches that can fly..they are universally hated. I think spiders are more decent, they never fly and target you. Eww!
-Out here at Fropper (there must be something you hate about this heavenly abode, come on now.. grow up! get cranky!) I tend to dislike people who describe themselves as cute, sweet, simple, honest, fun loving, generous, affectionate, funny and interesting. I guess I feel the odds are they are just the reverse of the aforesaid.
General people stuff I hate..
-People who lie and then continue to lie even after they know that you know they are lying.(that bites!)
-People who can talk about their hair for more than five whole minutes. I know a dozen.
Unfortunately for me, 'conversations' is my favorite yuck-dom topic!
-Really long, twisted explanations to simple yes-or-no-answer questions. You might as well forget the point, the worth and the question itself. "Okaaaay! We shall look forward to your answer in the afterlife" That would include all those really long rants that are not entertaining, add nothing new, serve no one and could have been kindly made brief in a line or two.
(oh and..this post is NOT my rant okay.. how dare you!?)
-Failed attempts at conversations and the long silence in between deliberate attempts at conversing. Just plain horrible.Like in that song by James "Say something, say something ANYTHING! your silence is deafening!..give me a sign!"

I can't think up any more points. I guess I am just not a hater. I've a tendency to feed on and enjoy contempt(whatever that means) But hope you got the point and will be able to get right at it. Please do start with your list and send it to me when you are done. I love a good 'sulky' read.








Jul 07, '07



If you have dismissed the television show House MD because of the irritating medical jargon in it, then I would want you to think again. It's a really good show. Okay maybe not the best ever but the character of Dr. Gregory House is so amazingly funny, it is the worst thing to have happened to the writers of TV shows, competitively.

Hugh Laurie plays the lead Dr.House who is a Diagnostician, which is a physician specializing in diagnosing diseases(duh!), only interested in solving cryptic medical cases which no other doctor can understand or treat, he claims the regular stuff bores him endlessly. He uses his genius observational and analytical skills to catch the bug or whatever else is wrong and makes crazy, scary life-threatening decisions while treating his patients and goes against the administration and the odds, just to stand by what he believes. He almost always turns out to be right (can't have it any other way!) He does not appear to care about his patients though, what drives him to help them is the need to feed his own obsessive curiosity. He stays a mile away from them and just about everyone else. I guess he genuinely hates people.

He also happens to be an antisocial, a druggie, sexist, racist, xenophobic, impossibly arrogant, inappropriately shameless (verbally and not exhibitionistic-ally!), aggressively confident, manipulating and very, very rude.. okay! so basically he is a first-rate bastard whose acrid mouth spews evil almost all the time.

But what is inspiring is that he does not need to swear or use any foul language to let us know what he thinks, instead he uses his wit, really clever wordplay, stinging but fascinating metaphors and his ability to stretch our imagination to unheard-of limits. He is someone you would hate instantly(and forever more) but get easily addicted to, because no one can tell you the bare, brazen truth better than House. Of course..the bare, brazen truth about other people and NOT about you! you really wouldn't want that. Watching someone else's self-worth being ripped to shreds can be exhilarating, for some of us.

I could write a book about him, but since there is already way too much stuff on the internet about the show, I'd probably and unknowingly start rephrasing what has already been stated. And I'd never want that so go dig, if you care enough.







Jul 04, '07



Females blogging about pets, especially cats..how inevitable is that! I don't like pets, since being a pushover, I unwillingly end up doing most of the dirty work, you know like feeding it, cleaning up after it when it poops or throws up. Everyone else hangs around for show time only, say when the cat hunts down a rat or inspiringly chews on a lizard. Watch in awe, applaud, leave, forget about it. Animals are cute and cuddly in photographs and on the Animal Planet, the Polar bear cubs and the penguin babies especially, but real life..no, not so much. They just ass lick the hand that feeds them. They don't really, really love you or even know you, you know? Plus, responsibility sucks. For me at least.

Fonzy, our pet cat, was born at my Grandma's place four years ago and a few weeks after its birth she decided to give him to us. Not because she was being all sweet and kind, and oozing with loving(boring?)sentiments, as Grannies are presumed to be. She was just being herself, a manipulative schemer. Oh I do adore the woman but she has a good and an antiChrist side. See when Fonzy was born it was assumed he'd be staying put at her place since its common superstition around here that cats and kittens bring good luck, the word is shubh, yeah? But when he grew enough to let out a 'meow', it was known that this good luck charm came with a price to pay. The kitten had the most annoying voice on this side of the Arabian Sea, something similar to the voice of Fran Drescher from the Nanny..or maybe like that of Chandler Bing's annoying girlfriend. Very nasal, high pitched and a volume that's cranked beyond the max. Thank heaven it was pretty to look at, else after hearing its screech even a shy, gentle, mush hearted five-year-old girl would have smothered it to nonexistence.

We were not informed about the voice thing until after he was brought home..conveniently so! My Dad didn't mind the kitten's voice(he's never home), my brother found it amazing (wow look a small mouth with a big,bang-y sound!), my mother could not complain(melodramatic family consequences) and I just prayed for it to either run away by itself or get abducted. No such luck. Fonzy was here to stay.*force a fake smile*

It has been said that when you spend enough time with something (or someone) you get used to its hideousness, its bad qualities kind of fade off with time or grow on you or something. Or maybe, and this makes more sense, we just give up, get wise and learn to ignore. I won't say I grew to love him, 'coz I still hate him. Well sometimes anyway. He has his good points too though. His meow is painfully ugly, but he is a very timid, patient, loyal and affectionate animal. Or maybe that's because he's been neutered.*shrug*


Tags: pet, cat, fonzy





Jul 01, '07



my keyboard is acting up again. first the 'shift' button and now its the 'p'. I have to use the cute li'l character palette for the punctu'marks, the never-seen-or-used-before CapsLock button and worst of all, have to copy paste the p's. patience plummeting tried shaking it, turning it upside down, banging it, much like that scene in Zoolander lol, and finally blow drying the darned thing(monsoon,moisture?)several times. no use. the bummer's a goner.







Jun 25, '07



This is my play's last scene; here heavens appoint
My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace;
My span's last inch, my minute's latest point;
And gluttonous Death will instantly unjoint
My body and soul, and I shall sleep a space;
But my ever-waking part shall see that face,
Whose fear already shakes my every joint.

An excerpt from one of the Holy Sonnets written by the seventeenth century English poet John Donne. I'm not into poetry at all, in fact the idea of expressing simple thoughts in elaborate and convoluted ways simply frightens me. I first heard of this man's name when I saw the HBO movie 'Wit'. The film, adapted from a play, was released as a TV movie(& not in theaters) for the sombre reason that it was about death, only death with no charade to show an upside to it. Honestly, who'd pay to get thoroughly depressed watching someone die a slow, painful and lonely death?

Emma Thompson plays a brilliant, never married, post menopausal woman who has just been diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer. Her parents have passed away, she has no close relatives, no friends. Having lived, intentionally, a socially isolated life she'd spent all of it in the academic forefront. Being a Literature scholar and professor, her speciality was the works of John Donne. Ironically, a poet who had been obsessed with death.

After her diagnosis and then agreeing to undergo brutal experimental therapy with a trial drug, with all the physical suffering she embarks on a journey of self realization. She had always perceived Donne's poems objectively and rationally. Now she finds her self being the object and rationale. She gains a whole new perspective on her life, feeling some regret, a whole lot of fear and wishing she had been a more compassionate person.

The movie is thought provoking and, ironically again, very passionate about life. Thompson outshines herself in her portrayal of this brave, remarkable woman. Most of her scenes are in tongue-in-cheek monologues, which make you twitch at the sad and amusing irony of it all. Oscar worthy? maybe not, I believe the award is not able to live up to her performance.

More pieces from the same poet, she recites to herself near the end.

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.







Jun 20, '07



To the atheists, with wrath!!
(note: I'm not entirely a non-believer, just a bit confused and bored out of my wits!)

It is possible the need for the concept of God began as soon as humans started considering themselves superior.

**Kindly start singing to the slightly modified verse of this song, to get into the groove,
"I'm just too good to be true...I can't take my eyes off of you"
(If you don't know the song, just forget it & scuttle on!)

As our brains grew larger than our Chimp ancestors,
we became smarter and our curiosity rose,
we saw, we remembered, we understood,
our egos progressively inflated,
we decided we were just too immaculately special and too extraordinary,
especially in comparison to the birds, the bees, the monkeys
& the rest of the animal kingdom.
(keep singing the song)
Now being such perfect creatures, (we were full of it back then too!)
and being able to have made fire
and invented the wheel, damn! we're good
(and damn..i can't recall any more inventions by humans)
having also created cool stuff like languages, poetry, stories
and the ability to make up lies,
with our imagination set free and bouncing around like Flubber,
we concluded we MUST have been created for a mysterious, supernatural,
all-mighty purpose,
*gleaming with pride*
so even though we die and our bodies decompose
and are fed on by maggots and other crawlies
and there's nothing left of us physically,
our thoughts, which are like breathtakingly unique in the animal kingdom,
will NEVER ever dissolve into the oblivion,
*let's smirk in self-exaltation*
Our unique and precious thoughts,
*no, wait, lets call them our souls- 'soul' is a more snappier & sensual word!*
Our souls will live on, aimlessly hanging around
and waiting for the final meeting of all souls. wow!
(rats!! now that would be kinda uncomfortable! 'ugh, wazzup Gramps?!')
Yeah we're all gonna meet for our close encounter of the last kind,
with this amazing, lightning-throwing, rain-pouring, plague-causing,
forest fire-blowing, earthquake-ing,
all invisible, all inaudible, all deaf, yet somehow all controlling, all top-secrets knowing,
very easily-pissed off, higher, divine power.
who loves us to death.
Voila! The Almighty, Supreme Being was born.

(You may stop singing now)



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