he sees you when you’re sleeping. he knows when you’re awake

I want to believe that this is probably the actual Flying Spaghetti Monstert that made this post on Lemmy.

Because it would be really funny.

I’m usually worshipping Rigatoni instead, spaghetti are just too basic for me. Sometimes also Fusilli.

I believe the pasta heaven is very much like the old Greek and Roman gods: more of a large family than just a single lonely individual.

Because what if the lasagna monster is the real one and really hates people worshipping the spaghetti monster and subjects anyone who worships it to eternal damnation?