There are some really great posts on here in relation to this song, so thanks everyone for sharing!
There are some really great posts on here in relation to this song, so thanks everyone for sharing!
The thing this song really makes me think about is growing up as a kid and learning more and more all the things my parents told me were all lies... the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Leprechauns... the list goes on. Why should God be any different? And I ask that as a serious question. There's no physical evidence that makes me feel completely confident about the existence a God. People make up so many things through-out history that get passed...
The thing this song really makes me think about is growing up as a kid and learning more and more all the things my parents told me were all lies... the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Leprechauns... the list goes on. Why should God be any different? And I ask that as a serious question. There's no physical evidence that makes me feel completely confident about the existence a God. People make up so many things through-out history that get passed down and reinterpreted in so many ways. The idea of a God to meet in the after-life is such a comforting thing to help blindly push you through another day.
And the line "And everything is dearly missed" makes me think about how a part of me misses the comfort in those lies I grew up with. How things were easily explained through lies, or just didn't need to be addressed in my mind because they had simple answers with locked doors that didn't require opening. Part of me is glad I'm not that blind anymore, but that comfort is definitely gone.
The line "Can that be all there is?" leads me to contemplate is there just nothing when I die, and I no longer exist. It's depressing and confusing. It's like I'm running an equation in my head that has no answer. Being a programmer, I can see so many similarities to how people are just like complex programs, and that's just depressing as well.
It makes sense when I think about sleep and how parts of your brain shut down to de-fragment as I like to think of it. Dreams are often like false reality in my dreaming experience. And like my computer, if my G:/ drive is down or not connected, I can't access certain files so my computer world is not going to be all there. And it always amazes me how I often, in my dreams, I treat a false reality as an acceptable reality. It makes me feel like a computer without all my drives functioning.
But this is a great song! And I just love the fact that BR has been giving me so much to contemplate on for almost 20years now!
8===D~< ( .`_ ) ... That's me cumming into your asshole gallium. You might need to use a little imagination, with which i'm sure you'll have trouble. So I will explain. The 8===D is my fat, hard, lesbian, black left-wing cock. Get it? There's a contradiction somewhere in there to emphasize the fact that i am mocking what people like you stereotypically hate. If you think REALLY think hard about that one you may find some more irony. Next, is the ~<. That's the fun stuff! ...
8===D~< ( .`_ ) ... That's me cumming into your asshole gallium. You might need to use a little imagination, with which i'm sure you'll have trouble. So I will explain. The 8===D is my fat, hard, lesbian, black left-wing cock. Get it? There's a contradiction somewhere in there to emphasize the fact that i am mocking what people like you stereotypically hate. If you think REALLY think hard about that one you may find some more irony. Next, is the ~<. That's the fun stuff! Most people call it semen but I like to call it cock lunger. Its that tasty and sticky white stuff that comes out of your urethra when you jerk off. Finally, ( .`_ ). This is your ass spread open like a turkey on thanksgiving. Although this time i'm not shoving my fist inside and eating it with cranberry sauce. If you will notice, the is your cute little asshole pulsating like a larva and as tight as a balloon knot. Oh yes! and the . right before the is that adorable little freckle you have right below your hole. Aaaah. I miss that freckle honey! Can't wait to give it a nice kiss when I get home. See you tonight baby!
Thats all there is for an atheist like Gregg Graffin.
There are some really great posts on here in relation to this song, so thanks everyone for sharing!
There are some really great posts on here in relation to this song, so thanks everyone for sharing!
The thing this song really makes me think about is growing up as a kid and learning more and more all the things my parents told me were all lies... the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Leprechauns... the list goes on. Why should God be any different? And I ask that as a serious question. There's no physical evidence that makes me feel completely confident about the existence a God. People make up so many things through-out history that get passed...
The thing this song really makes me think about is growing up as a kid and learning more and more all the things my parents told me were all lies... the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Leprechauns... the list goes on. Why should God be any different? And I ask that as a serious question. There's no physical evidence that makes me feel completely confident about the existence a God. People make up so many things through-out history that get passed down and reinterpreted in so many ways. The idea of a God to meet in the after-life is such a comforting thing to help blindly push you through another day.
And the line "And everything is dearly missed" makes me think about how a part of me misses the comfort in those lies I grew up with. How things were easily explained through lies, or just didn't need to be addressed in my mind because they had simple answers with locked doors that didn't require opening. Part of me is glad I'm not that blind anymore, but that comfort is definitely gone.
The line "Can that be all there is?" leads me to contemplate is there just nothing when I die, and I no longer exist. It's depressing and confusing. It's like I'm running an equation in my head that has no answer. Being a programmer, I can see so many similarities to how people are just like complex programs, and that's just depressing as well.
It makes sense when I think about sleep and how parts of your brain shut down to de-fragment as I like to think of it. Dreams are often like false reality in my dreaming experience. And like my computer, if my G:/ drive is down or not connected, I can't access certain files so my computer world is not going to be all there. And it always amazes me how I often, in my dreams, I treat a false reality as an acceptable reality. It makes me feel like a computer without all my drives functioning.
But this is a great song! And I just love the fact that BR has been giving me so much to contemplate on for almost 20years now!
8===D~< ( .`_ ) ... That's me cumming into your asshole gallium. You might need to use a little imagination, with which i'm sure you'll have trouble. So I will explain. The 8===D is my fat, hard, lesbian, black left-wing cock. Get it? There's a contradiction somewhere in there to emphasize the fact that i am mocking what people like you stereotypically hate. If you think REALLY think hard about that one you may find some more irony. Next, is the ~<. That's the fun stuff! ...
8===D
~< ( .`_ ) ... That's me cumming into your asshole gallium. You might need to use a little imagination, with which i'm sure you'll have trouble. So I will explain. The 8===D is my fat, hard, lesbian, black left-wing cock. Get it? There's a contradiction somewhere in there to emphasize the fact that i am mocking what people like you stereotypically hate. If you think REALLY think hard about that one you may find some more irony. Next, is the~<. That's the fun stuff! Most people call it semen but I like to call it cock lunger. Its that tasty and sticky white stuff that comes out of your urethra when you jerk off. Finally, ( .`_ ). This is your ass spread open like a turkey on thanksgiving. Although this time i'm not shoving my fist inside and eating it with cranberry sauce. If you will notice, the is your cute little asshole pulsating like a larva and as tight as a balloon knot. Oh yes! and the . right before the is that adorable little freckle you have right below your hole. Aaaah. I miss that freckle honey! Can't wait to give it a nice kiss when I get home. See you tonight baby!