Because of who I am, these girls think
I've been given everything and who am I
to comment on what you can charge? They go
postal, they fuck shit up,
and they take no
prisoners. I say fuck em. It feels powerful
to finally claim the right to say and be
a flying karate penis
kick one way or the
other. ...
Who would fuck any
of those people nowadays besides Charlie? A sick person. It's something
so rare that it doesn't happen
very often. ... I got into a couple
of fights because of my "age uke (or 'rising block') is of lower intensity
than fuck but stronger than damn" t-shirt --
I was at the centre of attention
and they did what is
permitted with my body
in the cell of desire --
Now I am 100 percent certain man
and dinosaurs walked the earth at the same time, armed
with cameraphones -- way way way way way off topic, but I am
posting this everywhere guys.
I think everyone needs
to calm down a spell. I am
getting a little tired
of hearing all of this whining and violence
from the fanboys. Because if I have to hear any more
of this from Barry -- "AND I WILL SPANK YOUR BARE BOTTOM
IN FRONT OF ALL THE OTHER FANBOYS! AND THE FIRST ONE
TO GIGGLE WILL GET A FIST SANDWICH! BWAAAAAAAA!" -- Well,
Fuck you Barry. You suck. Shut up Barry. Everyone hates you.
Barry, you tard. Go to hell.
It's so temping at this point to just give up and make
my Deadly Granny outfit eclipse
the music we
so admire. However, I am convinced,
after witnessing both coups -- in which suffering is not
an agent of civility,
but rather brutal -- that, we'll play
it by ear, not muscular per se but a mother of three
who has worked at McDonalds for over 12 years.
("Aww! It's Saturday! We want to try
out Abel's new board!"
(She was practicing moves on unsuspecting people on the front driveway.
I saw something
infinitely kewl
at the mall that day: Matrix figures
allowed to say "fuck" in a prayer filled with advertisements from all over.
What I found
interesting in this workshop is that often
when I expressed my "pharaohism" it was a cross
between a slurred
karate chop and gritty molasses, like an avid hiker
setting nails on the path
for cyclists ((Well, not really, but I do resemble his/her actions
in some way, only with a less negative resolve) but if my goal
is to hinder the progress
of others well, I am just
no better than anyone else in this world spending
their time teaching lessons, my intentions
are as arrogant and as pious, driving a rational speed without purpose