| Nothing Lasts...But Nothing Is Lost |
[2009-07-04|15:33] |
| [ | Mūzika |
| | Beck - Round the Bend | ] |
Picture yourself on a train at a station, a man pulls his pants down and weeps like a retarted child. A woman throws herself down on the tracks; her head bursts open like an over-ripe mellon. The conducter yells" ALL ABOARD!! and all the people run over each other, trying to get on the train first. Giant blobs of spit form over the crowd, causing the retarted man to laugh uncontrollably. An ape-like creature appears out of nowhere and begins eatting the spit that has puddled on the trainstation platform. Two moons appear in the sky as a small boy begins singing. "Tra la la, tra la lee, god loves thieves,bees and boys, just like me!""
The boy is cool, oh so cool, splended and divine;he is certainly a child of wa whaf buijk, the god of the cabbage world.To
enter the sublime universe of the cabbage,one requires not only a leap of faith, but an obscene act of will.
First you must consume an entire head of cabbage while standing on the surface of the sun. Then you are required to swim in a pit of
human feces for 22,334,998,870 hours.
Most mortal humans find even the first few steps to cabbage nirvana quite challenging,but most do complete the tasks, eventually.
Scratch the secret monkey skin; plug in the silent toast machine, for it is time to visit the natzi circus hut of your feeble exsistance, honey.
Do you like the fact that your feet are the size of new york city?
Are you aware of the tiny creatures that are slowly mining your earwax?
Do you like the smell of rancid puff balls?
Can a man really pretend to have 3,335 extra fingers?
Will a large flightless bird become a college proffesser?
I refuse to answer at this time; we will wait until the flames of flume have removed themselves from the rocky cliffs of notorious bedlem.
A man yells; two men yell;three men yell; then four men yell then eighteen men yell;then two frogs
vomit;then one owl falls;then I
want candy; then a bug growls; then 56 ass holes bleed;then you expell dust for an unseen future.
The must is trust in a husta busta
burst!
The milk I drink is pink.
Say good-bye my trusted
squire, the land you seek to help the dire, is lost and destroyed by fire.
You perceve yourself a trusted king; aware of all the wealth it brings; listen to your pesent voices, to guide the mercy of your choices.
There once lived a man in the ancient forest of Toll named button.
Button was the smallest and strangest of all the Toll family.
His mother kept him in a blue wicker sewing box to protect him from being crushed because he was so tiny.
Growing up in a sewing basket among the needles and thread, Button became an expert at creating almost microscopic slave robots.
These micro-botic machines could be programmed for completing tasks that would be impossible for humans to even imagine.
These robots were not instructed, or programmed in the usual computer or digital sense of course, as Button had no knowledge of modern electronic technologies.
Instead, he created a totally independent , yet in some ways parallel analog system he called the dust-bunny brain complex.
Consisting of human skin flakes ,hair, dirt and insect parts, a memory storing mechanism was built up , molecule by molecule.
Unfortunately, these robots quickly evolved and were able to leave the Earth's atmosphere and escape into the deep void of space .
Therefore, we have no exsisting examples of these amazing creations. Oh well, I guess I'll go get a beer.
Gor gon, sweet gor gon, I must kiss your lips.
Hey man, are you some kind of rebel? We don't like that kinda crap 'round here!
I created a cool fractal, it looks like scorpians to me but my sister says it looks like dye a toms.
How can this be possible?
Oh yeah, you ass hole, you don't know fuckin' shit- s ay! Come on and watch the flesh burn.
The man said he knew all about kitchen table brain surgery, but I was sceptical.
I once owned a talking cat but all he kept saying was" Give me some fuckin' food" so I ran over it with a tractor.
If you believe the sky is green,
and I've created all you've seen,
Lick my feet until they're clean.
Take an ordinary household wire brush and insert the end of the handle exactly 55 centimeters directly into your anal cavity. Now get in your brown Subaroo and drive 13.56 miles due east ignoring all roads and/or trafic signs. When you see a man with a big purple nose, get out of the car and present the man with a basket of turtle heads spray painted silver.
Organize, specialize, emulsify and puterify, OK?
(nav mans, bet man patika un tur tagad vairs nav) |
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