Frigging viva el thunder.
Two thousand eight is just numeral for calender syphilis.
Slow painful and mind numbing until the onset of death. muerte.
My regards to all of you that made the most of it, especially neu fearless leader Obama. Stuff is afoot so there had to be an update, not up to my usual standards but here goes.
I feel the calender new year was good grand and all those adjectives
used to describe new taco bell meals. Yes it was fun I spent the night in a bathrobe opening a wine bottles with a machete. Hats to you capn crunch for piles of brew and many laughs at the expense or the hands of admiral bacon.On that note in the colbert sense/verse of poetry a finger to you admiral bacon.
However there come those nights that feel like for a moment if you pay attentionn you can feel gods blink,the changing of the cosmic guard, and that the birth of memories between enough minds alone at minimal strength can change the direction of that evil wind on it's way here. Farts not included.
The night in question was of all unholy days superbowel sunday. Then again barring the first three quarters, and the halftime show it had a few chuckles. Springsteen gave us his goods, and there was much pizza too. However. Certain fools put in close quarters with alcohol and that booze for the soul called music, followed by results one has no one to blame but themselves for. Seriously you don't fill a tub with gasoline and hold a nude cigar smoking contest. That's just the way these things go. But it just seems more proper to witness the birth of something better than a year with a beer in one hand and your closest (still conscious) friends singing along to streetlight manifesto. In a basement beyond civilization with the reality that tomorrow's lack of employment or hope doesn't matter. It felt like a new year. Go figure.
Let's not pussyfoot the topic either these are dark days for our heroes. Every other friend I talk to is sprouting some jazz about giving up, throwing in the towel or defending the merits of Bon Jovi being good- it's no wonder that a nap face down in the gutter is very attractive. But sadly as much as I love Nozomo Itoshiki, I didn't sign up for the grand line to scrub the floors on the S.S. Diarrhea. No Sir thank you kindly.
So Down to brass tacks what's new so far supposedly february happened but more on that later.
-I have an evil twin or slightly-malevolent twin, tis approved, as well as nam supreme, he is a pirate and here is his
youtube video that you should watch. RIGHT NOW.
I have an arch nemesis who is quite cunning and verbally apt.
the_suit_caseCheck her out if only because all my illiteracy is swamped by her command of the english language. And actual employment. However her kung fu is non existent at current so I have the upper hand. Or simply have the leading score for drunk dials. We all know proximity to phones while intoxicated or the wonder-phone-palm as they call it in wushu is a sign of supremacy in the fistic arts. Or jackasses.
-I have arht. Haha no not nearly as epic or boobtastic as prince_ozoraBut if you did hear dan does art here goes. If you heard it was good you were lied to. Also kill whoever told you that. http://barondan.deviantart.com copy and paste that snizz, yo. Also no less than three conventions are gonna be being rocked royal this year. So check back there's going to be more on the way.
So yeah stuff is afoot. For now. More on the the passage of time later. Time to go conquer something.
Brought to you by The Hope Conspiracy, Misery Index, Isis a Wilhelm Scream and Asian Kung Fu Generation
Slow painful and mind numbing until the onset of death. muerte.
My regards to all of you that made the most of it, especially neu fearless leader Obama. Stuff is afoot so there had to be an update, not up to my usual standards but here goes.
I feel the calender new year was good grand and all those adjectives
used to describe new taco bell meals. Yes it was fun I spent the night in a bathrobe opening a wine bottles with a machete. Hats to you capn crunch for piles of brew and many laughs at the expense or the hands of admiral bacon.On that note in the colbert sense/verse of poetry a finger to you admiral bacon.
However there come those nights that feel like for a moment if you pay attentionn you can feel gods blink,the changing of the cosmic guard, and that the birth of memories between enough minds alone at minimal strength can change the direction of that evil wind on it's way here. Farts not included.
The night in question was of all unholy days superbowel sunday. Then again barring the first three quarters, and the halftime show it had a few chuckles. Springsteen gave us his goods, and there was much pizza too. However. Certain fools put in close quarters with alcohol and that booze for the soul called music, followed by results one has no one to blame but themselves for. Seriously you don't fill a tub with gasoline and hold a nude cigar smoking contest. That's just the way these things go. But it just seems more proper to witness the birth of something better than a year with a beer in one hand and your closest (still conscious) friends singing along to streetlight manifesto. In a basement beyond civilization with the reality that tomorrow's lack of employment or hope doesn't matter. It felt like a new year. Go figure.
Let's not pussyfoot the topic either these are dark days for our heroes. Every other friend I talk to is sprouting some jazz about giving up, throwing in the towel or defending the merits of Bon Jovi being good- it's no wonder that a nap face down in the gutter is very attractive. But sadly as much as I love Nozomo Itoshiki, I didn't sign up for the grand line to scrub the floors on the S.S. Diarrhea. No Sir thank you kindly.
So Down to brass tacks what's new so far supposedly february happened but more on that later.
-I have an evil twin or slightly-malevolent twin, tis approved, as well as nam supreme, he is a pirate and here is his
youtube video that you should watch. RIGHT NOW.
Click to viewI have an arch nemesis who is quite cunning and verbally apt.
the_suit_caseCheck her out if only because all my illiteracy is swamped by her command of the english language. And actual employment. However her kung fu is non existent at current so I have the upper hand. Or simply have the leading score for drunk dials. We all know proximity to phones while intoxicated or the wonder-phone-palm as they call it in wushu is a sign of supremacy in the fistic arts. Or jackasses.
-I have arht. Haha no not nearly as epic or boobtastic as prince_ozoraBut if you did hear dan does art here goes. If you heard it was good you were lied to. Also kill whoever told you that. http://barondan.deviantart.com copy and paste that snizz, yo. Also no less than three conventions are gonna be being rocked royal this year. So check back there's going to be more on the way.
So yeah stuff is afoot. For now. More on the the passage of time later. Time to go conquer something.
Brought to you by The Hope Conspiracy, Misery Index, Isis a Wilhelm Scream and Asian Kung Fu Generation