Illogigod

The absurdity of the human condition has frozen Illogigod into a permanent facepalm.

“Great googley moogley! We've run out of stuff to worship!”

~ André Breton

In order for there to exist an Illogibible, it follows that there must exist a number of objects upon which it's purpose is contingent. This is called "the Ontological Disproof of the Nonexistence of Not A God or Gods With Subsequent Eschatological Blathering Appended", and is the basis upon which the decision as to whether or not to inhale is foundationated.

Thus out of vacuous non-Isness necessarily arises Illogigod. That ineffable thing, more illogical than which another thing cannot be said to exist, becomes the object of our warship. The next time you're at a Wal*Mart or Tesco's, or even an Ikea, consider that those monsters that come after you in the parking lot on your way to the car are the product of that same delusional thinking that's driving you to read this article right now. Just sit back and accept the fact that you've become ensnared in the thought goblet of transdermal patchery.

When the nuns come out, mostly at night to feed, armed patrols of middle aged men wearing Ernest Hemingway masks run road blocks checking for insect activity. As fronds were passed around one Sunday, in an orthogonally tangential universe with some even number of dimensions

Discovery and patenting of Illogigod

In late March of 1476, St. Hanka of Obnocks was peddling safety umbrellas to mostly Turkmen clientele when he met a wandering menstrual named Ransome Feverwracked. She lured Hanka to an isolated copse where there was hidden a collection of religious writings concerning the absurd and the ludicrous.

These texts were stored in earthen jars lined with teflon and spent uranium, and written in some 168 languages by drug-addled mental patients between 1340BC and 440Hz.

Things not related to this article, but are related to television or genitalia

So, what's with all the penis jokes and "Game of Thrones"?