Well don't just talk about it, get your ass off that computer and kill me. The internet has taken so much from idle threats. Damned shame.
there are no loosers. there are no winners. there is only the kind of world we all have to live in, and what collectively our individual priorities make of it. there are some pretty messed up things the incentives they create are motivating. like places to live that are great for cars but not worth a dam for people. and all the circular illogic of all the destructiveness that goes with that and for what? the gratification of preventing a world from being able to be gratifying? what the hell kind of gratification is that? gain? gain what? productivity? productive of what? =^^= .../\...
it's a wonderful day when the roads are slippery. confusion is in the eye of the beholder. green, furry, and very alien is home. dementionaly transindental with therimin music in the background spiderwebs and bluelight bulbs in a starkly natural cave. yet there is a bit of rug on the sandy floor. and library shelves carved or somehow mysteriously shaped out of the living rock. lavalamps cast strainge and everchainging shadows. not all of them are optical effects only. it is strainge, alien, erie, and at the same time there is a comfortingness in this alienness as of some amnesiac's true home forgotten since childhood accidently stumbled upon and instantly recognized but from where? green furry and alien i sit in at ease in my bean bag chair. awaiting the assassin's visit. what will it be this time i wonder? the feness of the unexpected garrout (difficult under the circumstances)? the crudeness of the gun? the ineffeciency of bludgeoning? the crimson tides of point and blade? =^^= .../\...
Oh Yeah. Oh no. Yeah I'm gonna kill you I'm Gonna cut you up I'm Gonna kill you Gotta bust you up And I aint gonna give you anything And I am gonna track you down, I guess I'm gonna kill you I'm Gonna cut you up I'm gonna kill you gonna cut your pretty face all up Gonna smack Gonna break Gonna maim Gonna kill you I Said Gotta do what I have to, gotta forget all about you And I aint gonna give you anything And I am gonna track you down, I guess... I'm gonna kill you
at the billy whoever that started this thread. I should have quoted him, but wasnt in the best of moods last night and was too lazy to do it.