Banter? I just met her...
My collective personal belief ensures I am not alone in our fight with my yourself. For this I am bound to total and complete loyalty to the Solitarity Movement. The collective objective to work as one; sepearately, solitarily, and openly in "groups" of one, and no more than one, is tantamount in undermining our success. Solitarity will retain a thriving culture of isolated group thought. Albeit very small groups, tiny even. Each of us must campaign, canvas, coerce and entrap our own "district" with the hope of winning over the ever important vote of it's constituant. It is apocalyptically imperative to remain paranoically aware of the threat to break our sacred, sole union of Solitarity at any price.
Together in Solitarity: Fence in the Future!
I'm outta the ATL to hang wit Luda' and the crew. Happy days off and don't forget to wear your rubbers...
Last night I spoke at length with an old friend from my Austin, TX days, circa 1989-1991. I rememeber we sat on the couch at our place on 33rd street by "The Party Barn" and watched the 1st Gulf War begin. Good times. Nostalgia is good sometimes, it also reminds me of all the stuff I forgot.
Let's all celebrate Celebrex!!
was jesus christ really passionate about getting the shit kicked out of him?
Today is Bill Hicks' birthday, he would be 43 today. Happy birthday dead man, you are sorely missed.
The first words I heard outside of my apartment today belonged to the Muni bus driver. He screamed at me and me only in an extremely angrily tone. He made me an ashamed commuter. He made me the belittlest man on the bus. He was a big, mean Muni bus driver. I walked to the back of the bus, all eyes and furrowed brows fixated on me as I sat in the seat by the window that was semi-covered in prehistoric spooge of some sort that seemed a just punishment.
But I want a Medal of Freedom and I want it now!
I walk out of my building and onto the street for the first time on this Monday morning. I am immediately asked, "What time should a clown come out?" I pick up my pace a little and look the stranger in the eye and say, "I don't know, when?" He then looks at me with a quixotic look and says, "No, no, I thought you really may know when."
So "Dimebag" and others get shot on stage by some nut job who's pissed off that Pantera breaks up. This is in red state Ohio. On the anniversary of John Lennon's assasination. What is going on?
stay tuned for continued lack of motivation
Portland
I'm starting to learn the ways of the Anime soldier
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