Originally posted by gendanken
Ivan:
He's also the the confusing little god that swears to......God....he's not a god of confusion.
Its eaiser if you think of God in high heels with a pink "Baby Phat" t-shirt on.....damn women.
Meph:
One only wonders how it is that something powerful enough to tame a chotic universe could in any way be jealous of gilded goats and oxen. Unless of course the scribe that wrote about it was insane enough to think it up and dupe the world with it.
Right Medicine Woman? Tell us about those silly willy Xians.
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M*W: I like your idea of "God in high heels with a pink "Baby Phat" t-shirt on....". I'd like to add that I also see Her dried-out teased bleached blonde split-ended hair with black roots, in day-old make-up on Her old smoke-wrinkled face, heavy on the black eye-shadow and extra-long mascara, wearing blue jeans so tight they look spray-painted on, talking in that deep raspy smoker's voice with a cigarette hanging out of Her mouth, and in Her hand a longneck bottle of Lone Star beer, twisting Her double-wide ass down the street flirting with every pair of balls She sees. She is the Goddess of Confusion.
