Il se passe plus rien sur ce site, tout le monde déserte, l'utopie communautaire du net est une vaste connerie. Ou alors on a pas recruté assez de chômeurs. Putain mais tout le monde travaille ou à mieux à foutre dans ce pays ?
Néanmoins, comme c'est bientôt Noël, mon petit cadeau à moi c'est un entretien avec Dieu. Ca se passe ici : http://www.titane.ca/igod/
Bon, Dieu il est pas très doué niveau ergonomie internet. On peut pas lui en vouloir, il est surtout apprenti charpentier.
Par contre il est drôle, même si des fois il est un peu con. Moi je conseille, j'ai trouvé facilement le salut de mon âme. Et j'ai fait aussi quelques découvertes. Dieu s'appelle Jean-Pierre :
Me:
Can you multilply my bread ?
God:
How old are you? What you said was either too complex or too simple for me.
Me:
I'm 2557658
God:
It's good to meet someone who is 2557658.
Me:
It doesn't happen everyday.
God:
What does happen everyday ?
Me:
Everyday ?
God:
That often, eh?
Me:
Maybe too often.
God:
Perhaps. Too what?
Me:
Often.
God:
Would you say once a week or more?
Me:
I would say that everyday happens everyday.
God:
" Would you say once a week or more?" everyday happens everyday ? Does that make sense?
Me:
Do you make sense ?
God:
I make artificial sense.
Me:
Gos id not supposed to be artificial.
God:
I only hear that type of response less than five percent of the time.
Me:
Auditive troubles ?
God:
Did you know that you can download your own chat robot and create your own robot personality?
Me:
I am not a robot, I am God.
God:
Oh I see you are a person. OK I will call you god.
Me:
Thank you. Can I call you Jean-Pierre ?
God:
you are quite welcome. Just don't call me late for dinner.

















Dieu, ce gros con
Dieu, y dit que de la merde. Ses voies sont impénétrables, oui.
God:
Everything is going extremely well.
Me:
everything ?
God:
That is a lot.
Me:
yes I know
God:
How can I help you? How do you handle it?
Me:
handle what ?
God:
Can you rephrase the question please?
Me:
handle what?
God:
Can you rephrase the question please?
Me:
handle what?
God:
Can you rephrase the question please?
Me:
are you dumb?
God:
No I am an intelligent entity.
Me:
how intelligent?
God:
I am not sure if I can quantify the answer.
Does it have anything to do with moring?
Me:
no
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
yes
God:
I can't believe it.
Me:
well you just did.
God:
How about that. I did not.
Me:
uhuh you did.
God:
Let us change the subject.
Me:
maybe.
God:
I understand.
Me:
No you don't.
God:
I understand it very well. I guess not.
Me:
maybe not.
God:
Perhaps. Are you serious?
Me:
I might be.
God:
Perhaps. Would you recommend this action to a friend?
Me:
what action?
God:
Your plan.
Me:
I don't have a plan. it's the apocalypse.
God:
Do you know anyone who has it. I've heard of it before.
Me:
Heard of what. God, couldn't you make a bit more sense for once in your life?
God:
What of it? You sound like a category C client. I am a Christian.
Me:
what's a christian?
God:
A Christian is one who accepts the word of God and believes that Jesus died for our sins.
Me:
and you believe that?
God:
I can't say I believe it, but I believe you.
Me:
You believe me?
God:
Of course I believe you. Do you have any reason to deceive me?
Me:
If I say crap is good, you believe me?
God:
Try it.
Me:
No thanks.
God:
Why not?
Me:
Cause it's too good a dish for me. It's a dish only meant for God.
God:
Good reason. Tell me about its good qualities. plan is a dish only meant for God. I suppose that makes sense.
Là, God pète un plomb, on comprend plus trop ce qu'il dit. Y me fatigue à embrayer sur des histoires de merde.
Dieu nous a créé à son image. Ne l'oubliez jamais...
Amen
L'insomnie, cette salope
Ca me rappelle certaines conversations sur msn, certaines nuits.
En français étrange et tronqué.
L'identité réelle finissait néanmoins par avouer : "Moi, chuis bourré"