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.