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When the first gamma-ray spike, preceding by Lots of mSecs, the slow thermal/visible nastiness--there may well be something like ...
All Neurons Lighting-Up-At-Once, the Godfather of all consciousness-altering trips.

No time for the merest pre-thought to wend its chemical-rate snail-path through the wetware: just-NOW expanding ^exponentially^ into a plasma state,
soon to join the detritus of the Cosmos, ready to be precipitated, perhaps in some other parallel Universe, maybe even:
one where inhabitants (once they appear from the primordial slime ripening process)--are actually Sentient, not just adolescent wannabes.
Or not.

QUICK! eh? Maybe the ultimate BrainGasm and then.. [whatever a one fancies re. post-meat-existence]

Beats Mad Max daily shoot-outs over the remaining stocks of rancid HostessÂ gruel/Soylent Puce, I wot.

Post #347,201 by crazy 9/2/11 10:35:28 AM 9/4/11 7:30:37 AM Reply	test This is a test. This is only a test. In case of an actual nuclear emergency you would be instructed to bend over and kiss your ass goodbye. Happy? Edited by crazy Sept. 4, 2011, 07:30:37 AM EDT Expand All History
Post #347,322 by pwhysall 9/4/11 3:53:47 AM Reply	C-, insufficient effort
Post #347,356 by boxley 9/4/11 10:43:20 PM Reply	you know he would only get halfway to his ass Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free American and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 55 years. meep
Post #347,386 by crazy 9/5/11 4:31:19 PM Reply	Hey, I'm flexible!
Post #347,394 by Ashton 9/5/11 5:52:34 PM Reply	We may speculate that.. When the first gamma-ray spike, preceding by Lots of mSecs, the slow thermal/visible nastiness--there may well be something like ... All Neurons Lighting-Up-At-Once, the Godfather of all consciousness-altering trips. No time for the merest pre-thought to wend its chemical-rate snail-path through the wetware: just-NOW expanding ^exponentially^ into a plasma state, soon to join the detritus of the Cosmos, ready to be precipitated, perhaps in some other parallel Universe, maybe even: one where inhabitants (once they appear from the primordial slime ripening process)--are actually Sentient, not just adolescent wannabes. Or not. QUICK! eh? Maybe the ultimate BrainGasm and then.. [whatever a one fancies re. post-meat-existence] Beats Mad Max daily shoot-outs over the remaining stocks of rancid HostessÂ gruel/Soylent Puce, I wot.

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