EVOPUNK
Right now, I’ll write, but how I’ll wind it up, I’ll chirp!
Well. I warmed up. Laughed. Rested. Ohhuel. Has gained. I'm sick. Recovered. Exhaled. We are starting a new series of works. It's called Evopunk. I will sculpt all sorts of cabinets, following (not) all the rules of the holy evolution, trampling, so to speak, against the creationists. It is high time
So. Let's think about how to split a religion? Religion loves to inject. How could this be today? I tell you truly: evolution is God! Cheloburik is doomed to think and think a lot. I tell you: there have always been rituals. Faith has always been there. Why? Too many brains.
Well, Cheloburichich understands a lot, so much that he inevitably runs into something that he does not understand. And when he doesn't understand, he believes.
Therefore, there must be faith, there can be no faith. But just like the Zhiguli and the iPhone, invented by a small person for a small person, faith requires rebranding. Well, the Chelobarik is bored with the same thing, for truly I tell you: people are an evolutionary being. Believe.
Well, the Celicanicus wants everything to evolve and change, you know. So it is with faith. Well, it’s not stylistic to believe in an invisible jawbone who came up with all this. Another thing is evolution. This is the normal topic. You know, there are also a lot of questions here. But how captivating.
Natural selection, I tell you, is an interesting thing. And how unpredictable. Like the best shows. It's just something to look at. You never know who will die, who will live. OK.
We know that the poorest and the poorest always survive. Nikokschie one word. But all sorts of professionals and specialists in their field will inevitably perish. Look at life (in a whisper: or movies) from this angle and you will believe
