<-- 10:46 PM MT -->
Ok, take a look over on the right of your screen. See that poll? Well, first fill the damn thing out, ok? Geez, pushing a button just isn't that hard. Democracy at work (sort of).
Finished? Good. Here's a cracker to munch on. Now WTF is this about
73 gigabyte harddrives?!? Damn, that's a serious amount of pR0n. I'm sure even BlatZ hisself would be hard pressed to fill that sucker up.
But don't let them thoughts of digital titties distract you from some serious shit that's going down.
Look, people are stupid. They've proved it time and time again. How else do you explain Bob Saget and fucking instructions on a box of toothpicks? So, if general humanity is about as dumb as a steamy pile of dog shit, how the hell did we wind up with such incredible advances in technology? Give up? 'Course ya do!
AlIeNz, baby! Those fuckers were buzzing hicks in Roswell hopped up on Galactic Hash and augered into the ground. Along comes farmer Bill with a pig still firmly attached to his loins and the rest is history.
Are we alone? Naw, we're just riding the Galactic Short Bus...
I Cladius, U suk!
<-- 6:54 PM MT -->
Go year - Old junkies and their pants are falling down. Trying to convince my intellect I can't get that far down. But once the marble's rolling, it's own force will whip it around. Till you're right back underwater, feet dangling off the ground. Fleeting clarity may point this out when the train is downward bound. But only when you pull the cord will it's truth truly resound. Wake up! Burn away the fog. Stop waiting to be crowned. Death is the ending, change is accidently found.
No blood - Glue white face, eyes sinking darker black, dwarfed inside my cave, one look jerked right back, pale green goes around, slowly requests again, answers yes, spirals down, feels good despite the rest.
Wandering sounds go around as the train comes down. Its all pissing on me as I'm homeward bound. Free form streams fill up run dry. Adopt a highway? I'm not that high. I don't doubt my place of others, I'm not sure. Lost with no soul, goal focus impossible. Psychic tunnels remove the choice, decision arrived before the voice.
Open your dead eyes, there's a lot of love in this room tonight.
Ok, take a look over on the right of your screen. See that poll? Well, first fill the damn thing out, ok? Geez, pushing a button just isn't that hard. Democracy at work (sort of).
Finished? Good. Here's a cracker to munch on. Now WTF is this about
73 gigabyte harddrives?!? Damn, that's a serious amount of pR0n. I'm sure even BlatZ hisself would be hard pressed to fill that sucker up.
But don't let them thoughts of digital titties distract you from some serious shit that's going down.
Look, people are stupid. They've proved it time and time again. How else do you explain Bob Saget and fucking instructions on a box of toothpicks? So, if general humanity is about as dumb as a steamy pile of dog shit, how the hell did we wind up with such incredible advances in technology? Give up? 'Course ya do!
AlIeNz, baby! Those fuckers were buzzing hicks in Roswell hopped up on Galactic Hash and augered into the ground. Along comes farmer Bill with a pig still firmly attached to his loins and the rest is history.
Are we alone? Naw, we're just riding the Galactic Short Bus...
I Cladius, U suk!
<-- 6:54 PM MT -->
Go year - Old junkies and their pants are falling down. Trying to convince my intellect I can't get that far down. But once the marble's rolling, it's own force will whip it around. Till you're right back underwater, feet dangling off the ground. Fleeting clarity may point this out when the train is downward bound. But only when you pull the cord will it's truth truly resound. Wake up! Burn away the fog. Stop waiting to be crowned. Death is the ending, change is accidently found.
No blood - Glue white face, eyes sinking darker black, dwarfed inside my cave, one look jerked right back, pale green goes around, slowly requests again, answers yes, spirals down, feels good despite the rest.
Wandering sounds go around as the train comes down. Its all pissing on me as I'm homeward bound. Free form streams fill up run dry. Adopt a highway? I'm not that high. I don't doubt my place of others, I'm not sure. Lost with no soul, goal focus impossible. Psychic tunnels remove the choice, decision arrived before the voice.
Open your dead eyes, there's a lot of love in this room tonight.
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