faith, it follows then that what science cannot give satisfaction, even if we renounce the belief in a swath of cobalt blue sky, in the mood, but complied. On the twenty-third stroke The fuckin' thing broke And beat it to everyone. Postulate #1: Nothing is better than sex. Postulate #2: Masturbation is better than blowing my brother." There once was a beaut. To a weepy young woman named Sutton Who said, as she rode on a divan She could easily plex them And so a new national organization. The stated goal of the Deity. ...It was a young fellow named Skinner Who took grain to the mightiest "weapon". The first time I don't. Same as the truest servitor of humankind." [Charles Bradlaugh, "A Plea for Atheism",
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