( Behold the Stupidity of the Memes )

The clumps of dirt wrapped in leaves have been thrown; eyes have been washed out with tears and water. Hands washed with soap for delicate hands... all it seems is good. Peanut butter and jelly has been served in the style of white bread, no crust. Yes, all, it seems, is good, the wonderful smell of life. Oatmeal cookies bake in the oven smell of ( Read more... )

During Cicatriz E.S.P. the line "When they drag the lake there's nothing left at all."

You know, I always heared "when they (e)jaculate there's nothing left at all."

Uh, that's all I have to say.

Basically, I tried to parody the batshit insane Dadaist Manifesto. Upon looking back, I was very easily amused ( Read more... )

My back hurts like all hell.

Yeah, my power went out around six thirty this morning didn't come back on till two thirty. Ended up going to Psychology without a shower ( Read more... )

Johnny Walker Rye was a bit of nobody, an untalented, unappreciated, and overconfident, a twenty-seven year old innocent already weary of his world. His days were spent bumbling a way through the drudgery of a night-to-night life, many spent bumming warmth from friends. For the most part, they were sleepless nights spent on couches infested with a ( Read more... )

Not the number of the beast.

( So as not to rape your modem )

I've got a bike ( Read more... )