godhood W.C. I condemned myself, having believed I was as a god. When the fires died low for a moment, the man in the pit across from me asked who I was. When I told him he uttered with great spite and facetiousness, with an irony to rival Scratch himself, "Oh, well weren't you special. Aren't you glad your past life did so much for you here?" 070206 ... not god good thing i'm not god 070206 ... sab i dont aspire to godhood im happy being a godlet godlet, evolving and the knickers shouted HAZZAH! 070207 ... grendel what cthulu wears 'pon his head to keep the debris at bay 070221 ... sab cthulu wears a black hoodie and skulks down the street talkin to the kids 070311 ... pete matoya awaits 070311 what's it to you? who go blather from