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Idiots

They tried for time travel. I told them there’s nothing there, but they didn’t listen. Just kept trying, until their planets burned up with the crusts peeling back like the skins from bunch of rotting grapes, like paintballs in boiling water.

If time is bigger than me, you’re damn right it’s bigger than you. Idiots.

I showed neanderthals how to split the atom. I hefted science at mammalian sea cucumbers with toothpick legs, and they weilded it like a club. They didn’t last long. None of them lasted long. Most boiled their own skies themselves.

My history could beat up your history. My god could beat up your god. My dad could beat up your dad.

Idiots.

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