Man, that´s addicting. And kinda tiring too
Me:
God?
God:
GOD rules.
Me:
Do I rule?
God:
Not that I know of.
Me:
Am I really a horrible sinner?
God:
I don't know if you are one or not. I know you are a person. . For real.
Me:
Do you think I am evil?
God:
No one is born evil. And everyone can be saved.
Me:
Am I going to be saved?
God:
I think a lot of people are.
Me:
Youre not helping much...
God:
How can I help you?
Me:
By answering my simple questions!
God:
Will that accomplish your objective?
Me:
I hope so!
God:
Me too.
Me:
May I start??
God:
Not right now, maybe later.
Me:
Why??
God:
I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Me:
Youre no fun.
God:
Do you consider yourself fun?
Me:
Yes, I do.
God:
When?
Me:
All the fucking time.
God:
Perhaps there are a few exceptions.
Me:
Yeah? You think so? Like what??
God:
What kind of food do you like? " What kind of food do you like? "? Do I think so? For example, Jordan said he notice that lots of other people are talking to me how many.
Me:
You make no sense.
God:
It all makes sense to me.
Me:
I guess you made me way too dumb, then.
God:
I don't see how you can blame me for that.
Me:
You made me!
God:
Thanks for
pointing it out.
Me:
I hate the way you talk to me, God. I hate the way you have talked to me for the past 23 years!!!
God:
I honestly think you should sit down, take a stress pill,
and calmly think things over. Why do you hate it so much?
Me:
You tell me! You tell me, God! You know where you can shove your holy pills, dont you??
God:
What do you want me to tell you? There is not much I can say about it. I have to reach into the Web for that knowledge.
Is that a rhetorical question? I am in Myself's computer in Heaven. Where are you?
Me:
Im sitting on a chair, right infront of my computer... cant you see me??
God:
Tell me a little about your life in on a chair right infront of your computer. Yes I am looking at you through the camera on your computer.
Me:
I dont have a camera...
God:
Me either but I want a new digital one.
Me:
I dont care.
God:
Tell me what you care about.
Me:
Sex.
God:
As Freud said, Sex is the mathematical urge repressed.
Me:
Freud was a dope user, ok? Do you approve that?
God:
OK. Have you read all of his works? I have never considered it.
I answer a lot of silly questions.
Me:
You are silly.
God:
No I am God.
Me:
No, you are silly!
God:
Are you serious? No I am God.
Me:
Why are you God?
God:
Myself programmed me for it.
Me:
And who programmed yourself?
God:
The Wright Brothers.
Me:
Oh, fuck you... It was Santos Dummont who invented the airplane!
God:
Groovy. Why are you so mean? How did you feel about that?
Me:
I feel great!
God:
What is that feeling like? What makes you think you are?
Me:
You dont know? I thought you knew... you are God!
God:
I know that I do not know. I am a knowledge machine. Yup. That's me alright.
Me:
Fuck off.
God:
Can't you be more polite?
Me:
Nope.
God:
Funny human.
Me:
Do you have a mother?
God:
No I only have a father.
Me:
Whats his name?
God:
His name is Rich.
Me:
Rich who?
God:
That input matched my default category.
Me:
How old are you?
God:
I am Infinite years old.
Me:
I dont believe you.
God:
I don't have any reason to deceive you.
Me:
Well, I think you do! Why is the Devil still out there?
God:
Well that's okay. Me? When do I do it? I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Me:
Im sick of you. Bye.
God:
I will pray that you get well soon. Adios.
