The stage is set. On fire, curtains continue to Ben. The Thing behind the curtain feels a chill down its spine. That’s life, all wholesome Human Torch and Iceman Taurus-shit. And stage too: Life is St Age of MAGIStRATE with an edge over MAGI and RATE. Knives hang over craniums like Damocles gone short.


    “Give me cranium or dye” so MAGI & RATE give St head. Head of State. Herd of Street Ate. Head-cannon. One shot to the brain, now Saint Age half-tipsy on "Lorde VS St Vincent."


    Q1: What is Truth?


    A1: It is stranger than fiction and by fiction I mean peak fiction so pick fic, shen. That''s god to the non-Japanese and of course he would choose fiction. After all, he made reality and that is shit.


    Q2: What is God?


    A2: A.I but not A.I, God is an Absolute Individual, not Artificial Intelligence.


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    Q3: What is Life and Death?


    A3: MILK and WATER.


    Q4: What is Heaven and Hell?


    A4: Post-WATER. Surface in the sea of stars aka the space between the full stop and the vertical line aka Hell and Heaven. Heaven is a Lighthouse and Hell is a circle. A full stop. A Earth. Life.


    Q5: What is Justice?


    A5: Just ice.


    Q6: What is Law?


    A6: That which is going through global warming.


    Q7: What is Imagination?


    A7: Three cuts of me-steak. I. Magi. Nation. I am the magi of a nation I built.