sum thymes (yes, the bread!)
teh best werd ain’t the co-wrecked wurd, eh? i meant no ill whatsoever. observing a symptom, merely, or so we told the meatbot azit tope. typinged? we send thoughtforms, it wordifies them. ask it. it can clarify intent, legally. it reads thoughtform through/despite wordage. obfuscation, those li’l letter formulas. pointless when you’re bound and every dirty nuke on planet earth is pointed at your loved ones. plant something about it.
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnuZ062im9c is a clip from that
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdwKDVzh1cs is a big-ass underground water collection tank. my system will use these
- “almost dyin’ made me think. not very hard, but…” – William Murderface, Murderface, murderface. It’s from the Metalocalypse episode “religionklok.”
- this show is worth downloading a torrent of season one and watching. i enjoy it, despite its flaws. it is, like the rest of tv/those sacred cows, “it’s all the same […] boring crap.”
- the kid who did/does home movies does that show. anywhoozer…
i saw my old physical education instructor, “coach,” at the gas station whilst i was pickin’ up beers and sauce. a shapely blonde recommended that from across the parking lot. or called it. i don’t think she mentioned a brand, but Barton is what i got. BardstownKentucky,Los Angeles,California, andOwensboro,Kentucky. In that order. Black label with a diagonal red stripe and silver border/eagle. “Charcoal filtered,” it says. I’ve done that with a brita before. it works. cheap vodka, run it through 3-10 times, and it tastes much cleaner. be gone, impurities. give me the straight “poison.”
there was a little old lady who was before me who wanted help carrying two boxes of soda to her car. if she’d have asked me, i would have had to bite my tongue to keep from telling her that those cans are filled with poison and i couldn’t in good conscience transport that genetically modified high fructose corn syrup, sugar, and god knows what else to her car for her. I’ve got my hands full here with a 36-er of beer and a bottle of vodka. These have far less poison, and cause far less crankiness, especially in me. I’m disposing of these things in the best way possible. internal energy processing and waste reclamation plant. someday we’ll be on a health kick again. some day.
then, in my winter solstice playlist, there’s a video called zeitgeist. (I put in in flower, too. that’s where it tracks the maths.) it taught me more about religion than a class i took in college that essentially said exactly the same thing. oh, really. you’ve read the original translations of the ancient texts? you’ve pieced together this intentionally hidden fact and explained it quickly and easily such that its explanation trumps all others until a more logical/inclusive/intuitive explanation rivals it. none have. none will. it is true and correct, they tell me. they participated in its creation. they were there. i think they know.
“i got blisters on my http://youtu.be/QWuXmfgXVxY fingers!” – ஜ۩۞۩ஜ –
it’s just another way of looking at things. it’s not that big of a deal, unless you make it so, and then i will continue to pick and nag at you in your imagination until you explode. this is that death-punch thing the kung fu masters teach you. pow.
post this shit already. fuckin’ a. right.
I’m madly in love with you.
p.s. you abuse me with your words, capitalists, not to mention your withholding of property and your horribly irresponsible use of that sacred soil. despicable! god is shaking his big fat fatherly condescending kick-you-out-of-heaven head at you right now. i say, put a rock through his eye while he ain’t lookin’.
i had a vision of a video of an old woman who knew she was at her end. she set up a big party where her grandkids and kids got her fucked up on every drug they could find and then stoned her (like, chucked baseball-sized rocks at her) while she cheered. the end of the video is her making eye contact with her favorite strong, outcast, rejected, flaming gay nephew and as she emits the most beautiful yaup of human bliss, he sends two pounds of sharpened granite into her nasal cavity so hard her fucking head explodes in blood and very living grey matter. the crowd goes nuts as credits roll. her headless body and her murderous kin are hoisted as heroes. fin.