"Don't worry," she said, seriously. "Most of the blood was someone else's." "i think," i said "i think this is our fault." # 0x63 red balloons * Big Savings At Bob's Pork Barn + GET OUT OF MY WAY CHILD 6 teraflops is roughly the computational power of a dog DETECTION is my lasertronic purpose Davukiros ... uuuuuuuuse STRICT! Dear small plastic babies, Please stop exploring your sexuality. It really freaks us out. Love, Giant meat people ENOBASSINMYHEADMAN GO, MY TINY WHEELED FRIEND, GO! He was vaguely aware of being pleased, moving in a tight circle, eager for the food and the sex and the music, proud to be part of this hall, this great gestalt I may have sold my soul for a bag full off peanuts but at least they were salted I'm a believer. Well, that's not really true... I'm more of a make believer... I'm a believer...well...that's not strictly true I am more of a make-believer and that sort of adds up to the same thing really I'm full of borrowed ideas that I have no intention of returning OUT OF MY WAY SMALL LIBERTARIAN! There's a monkey in the jungle, watching a vapour trail. Caught up in the conflict, between his brain and his tail VB makes me want to smoke CRACK White Flashes with Accompanying Blasts of Sound ZXCOOWL [detached] a ballet with knives and fire a beserk raptor thrown into a nest of hibernating kittens a bomb filled with poetic licence a bunch of bipedal hominids who know we're full of shit a compiler chain ate my soul advertising directed at your counter-culture a mailing list is like a giant fresnel lens for cocks - a massive ego magnifier for tiny penised pedants and social malcontents who have nothing better to do than try and assert some sort of pathetic authority via the medium of 7bit ascii a gizmo is delicately poised between commodity and chaos a sustained pattern of distractibility a terminal funk of hebetude and sloth a zoo for the socially deficent act like nothing's wrong alanis morrisette is a prime example of why horses shouldn't be allowed to sing alcoholic, kind of rude all content and no style all the joy torn down by an angry earth an atmosphere of PhD student with a touch of alternative elitist radical an exceedingly amusing ceremonial backwater of tiny spindle-shanked demigods an orgy of bitterness in my spiritual multiplex and the devil punched down to the monkeys a questing romantic or bruised archangel arbeit macht pie as a language it looks like rows of disciplined insects as seen on tv ask again when this is empty because everybody needs a nemesis beef injected vegetarian break a promise as a matter of course because you think it's fun to have no remorse buying anarchy tshirts at the mall chances are you already have a few friends -- most people do, whether they like it or not conceptually dyslectic context has ... flatlined corporate coffee haikus culture had it coming Das ganze Gehirn weggelutscht designed for aging, wealthy philistines in search of prefabricated originality diary - like blog. but actually means something dig your own ohle duck and cover enthusiasm costs lives even lazy jellyfish do it everyone's a moron when you're in a mood everything after here is irrelevant experience is just cached common sense exploding silence failing the rorschach test facts are simply opportunities to be wrong in public fast, cheap and out of control feel the banana karma feeling like a reggae song feeling like an asshole franklin gothic no. 2 is the font of the revolution (not included) full of codified arbitrary directives gap wearing anarchist giant hell goose vs. alien space bats - FIGHT! History is a wave that moves through time slightly faster than we do. hit midnight running hopeless romantic i *deride* your truth handling abilities i am a man and I follow a spline rather than any conventional deity i am not a drinking game i for one welcome our nude quad-breasted overlords i have hidden superficialities i need a new .sig i need a strong drink and a peer-group i power my computer on harvested angst i see deaf people i try not to let pedantry get in the way of a glib remark i'm just another ten percenter, my mind is like an ocean i'm only acting retarded, what's your excuse? i'm satisfied ... yet still strangely outraged. if you were the voices in my head then you'd be home now if you weren't all so absolutely morally bankrupt and physically repulsive then I'd love to play nicely. i glide through the social whirl with all the elegance of a dog in high heels in shock ineffective mood lighting Inverse Binary Rock-Suck Entanglement irregular trail of radiance i saw a girl with an angel face and two devil horns poking it ain't pretty being easy it goes like this - the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift it was a good game - the rules were simple it's a short link to a dead king it's far fetched fun when you're the one. it's like esperanto met adhd and they adopted a greyhound it's like this - even samurai have teddy bears and even teddy bears get drunk it's not the heat, it's the humanity it's pretty hard to look miserable when you're spinning on your head it's simple dear - I have two brains it's turtles all the way down I USE CAPS LOCK BECAUSE I WILL BECOME NOTICED, POPULAR, AND GOOD IN BED i want my songs to paralyze me jack names the planets just another shin jin rui しんじんるい just another fen qing 愤青 last night i dreamt that even as a doll, I mattered last of the ghetto astronauts less like a working hypothesis than the apotheosis of hype life is just a long wait for the weekend lift your skinny fists like antennas to heaven like pixellated scraps of jazz mags in your head microscopic liquid subway to oblivion more four than five musing in ascii my dreams look great on paper my ignorance is large - it contains multitudes nanocelebrities dancing on head of pin narratology is a sham - it's for losers who can't get laid nature notes for the apocalypse neither odd nor even never interrupt someone you don't like when they're making a mistake nigh-maximal suckage no content, just venting noisy cartoon fascism for the coach potato nose-rings and white-boy dreadlocks are what passes for politics these days not as clever as i used to want to be note my cool continental usage of a decimal comma obnoxious but consistent off the wagon and hitching a ride omnipotence for dummies one drink too many and a joke gone to far only second toughest optimum creakage own solo bid for obscurity place - like geoloc. but one letter shorter polissons et galipettes pretty girl apocalypse professional devil's advocate...contact me for rates psychopathic proctology quidquid excusatio prandium pro radically laissez faire remember earth clearly | bad way world damaged battered wilted planet frayed garbage worn out used up | monsters exist resting before I get tired rorshach and prozac and everything's groovy roughly 4 million embodiments of your worst nightmares semi-detached debauchery setja upp gestaspjt - a verbal phrase denoting the action taken by a cat shiny walrus daycare sick of all the urban hymns snoring...heart attacks. strokes. surgeons say yes. so with celsius here commeth the ice point some people play tennis, I erode the human soul some variety in my hate sometimes i don't know whether to laugh, cry or reboot sometimes the wiring wins sounds good, said the voices, shortly before supper spend time elsewhere! transmetropolitan devoured spew out bloated, misshapen shards of sound that pierce and lacerate the listener square failure, cubic wildcard stay up late ... if we want to suddenly, a narcoleptic argentinian fell through my ceiling super devil mirrors with black brains that remember superior future love sure is hairy tell me something interesting ... lie if you have to texas chainsaw money shot that ever-dangerous combination of cleavage and crucifix the beatings stop when morale improves the coming of the quantum cats the correct answer is not the one the original poster asked for the crystal splits the spectrum and the radiations match the density of the burrito can overwhelm the uninitiated the electricity in your house wants to sing the embarassing paralellism of graphics creation the existence of tatum o'neal is evidence of a zompist conspiracy the gestalt is watching you the illusion of knowledge without any of the difficult bits the knowledge that you exist burdens my soul the leper with the most fingers the lonely planet guide to eternal damnation the purpose of life is sunday there's nothing sicker in society than a lack of liquor and sobriety the smaller the monkey the greater the chance of random savagery the smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity the softsynth most feared by domestic pets the square-jawed homunculi of tommy hilfiger ads make every day an existential holocaust the test for truth is still quicker than addition the time for apostrophic jihad truly has arrived the voices said it's a good day to clean my weapons. the walls were the hue of institutional green that suggest society had suddenly taken an interest in you. there's never a good time to use the word 'plundered' on a resume third time's a charm this area is rated [ C ] for [ Coconuts ] this is a song about the broken triumph of the lower case letters tv is the modern prism two to the power of multitudes of sock puppets tycho'n'gabe fan-boy universes are simply one of those things that happen from time to time voice-regulated entropy chopsticks wasted early sunday morning We're not totally stupid. We're a little fucked up. We're pretty hard. We're kinda sweet. We're dark. We're beautiful. That's enough for anyone I suppose we are slaves to a giant koala with dentures and his army of lightbulbs with feet what if calvin klein stopped breathing? where are we going, and why am i in this handbasket? while hubris babbles, I hear nemesis sharpening her claws. without honesty, what are we, really? worried about your dog's health? you cannot betray your ideals, your ideals betray you you lost me at "hello" you mean, mainstream commercial nihilism can't be trusted? You pass, I said then began confiding in her my splendid plan as we lined up glasses of tequila like traitors against a bullet-pocked wall. you say potato, I say fuck off your revolution will not happen between these thighs