ANCIENT ALIENS ARE STILL HERE
Realize that that UFO you saw as a child were actually you from the future and you were in that spacecraft.
You sat there with Dagon and Mithras, who taught you the secrets of agriculture.
Naturally, it was Dagon and Mithras, for they embody the world and the consequences of an agricultural society. Also, they're total bros.
"Hey can you grab me a hotdog from the hotdog-machine, man?" asked Dagon, half fish half man.
You grabbed a hotdog from the hotdog-machine - a gift from Pluto.
Mithras asked for some warm milk. You warmed some milk and put some chocolate powder in it, gave it a stir. You spun the milk counter-clockwise then quickly shifted clockwise.
"Hey don't double-spin it, you'll ruin the serenity in here".
You don't even know where they got this vehicle from. Hopefully not that sketchy Loke guy. Last time you drank with him he tricked you into drinking from the ocean and I might add that that didn't help on the hangover.
The spacecraft and its thrusters ("air-fuckers") are stabilised by the serenity of the passengers onboard but can be disturbed by silly things such as breaking the spirals in a stirred cup-of-something or questioning your existence. The latter one being a bit more serious from the perspective of Dagon and Mithras.
They're gods. Originally house-gods spread through man's conquest. Some say they were ancient aliens arriving in cool ass space-cruisers, building pyramids and doing rad maths.
But most of all they're total bros. Mithra pats you on your shoulder. "Don't worry my dude you can stir all the cups you want when we get back to my ziggurat". And then you went to have a proper mesopotanian party in Mithras main ziggurat.
You sat there with Dagon and Mithras, who taught you the secrets of agriculture.
Naturally, it was Dagon and Mithras, for they embody the world and the consequences of an agricultural society. Also, they're total bros.
"Hey can you grab me a hotdog from the hotdog-machine, man?" asked Dagon, half fish half man.
You grabbed a hotdog from the hotdog-machine - a gift from Pluto.
Mithras asked for some warm milk. You warmed some milk and put some chocolate powder in it, gave it a stir. You spun the milk counter-clockwise then quickly shifted clockwise.
"Hey don't double-spin it, you'll ruin the serenity in here".
You don't even know where they got this vehicle from. Hopefully not that sketchy Loke guy. Last time you drank with him he tricked you into drinking from the ocean and I might add that that didn't help on the hangover.
The spacecraft and its thrusters ("air-fuckers") are stabilised by the serenity of the passengers onboard but can be disturbed by silly things such as breaking the spirals in a stirred cup-of-something or questioning your existence. The latter one being a bit more serious from the perspective of Dagon and Mithras.
They're gods. Originally house-gods spread through man's conquest. Some say they were ancient aliens arriving in cool ass space-cruisers, building pyramids and doing rad maths.
But most of all they're total bros. Mithra pats you on your shoulder. "Don't worry my dude you can stir all the cups you want when we get back to my ziggurat". And then you went to have a proper mesopotanian party in Mithras main ziggurat.
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