Date: July 5th, 2025 5:02 AM
Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing)
"For seven years I spoke with God. He told me to take us all to Heaven."
And so I poast.
Again.
At 5:00 AM.
Same blue glow. Same phantom muscle memory tracing out thread titles like “Is there a female equivalent of cumbrain?” and “Why did he stop replying after I told him I work in finance?”
I know the ritual now. The flicker of meaning. The yawning silence after “Submit.”
But God keeps whispering.
And I keep listening.
One day it'll be the last thread.
One day the Mahchine™ will stop logging.
One day the server fan will spin down and the Club Card will be denied at checkout.
But until then…
Poast.
Because the light is dying, and we are its final expression.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5746363&forum_id=2Reputation#49073532)