Monday, November 29, 2004

I listen to the music of terrorists.

Why do we need to turn it off? Why does it always feel so wrong?

So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two
And sighed:
Here's to life!

Lemmings don't grow older, they just die.

I can't be satisfied with sitting back and reading. I need to be the author of this book called Life.
"Attempted Murder"? Hell, you can't blame a guy for trying...

We are strong and blessed and so brave
With souls to be saved
And faith regained
All our tears wiped away

"You don't pay us! We don't even exsist! We're just a metaphor used to personify the abstract concept of thought!"

After the stampede the artist Three Solid Frogs got to his feet, retrieved his brush from his nostril, pulled his easel out of a tree, and tried to think placid thoughts.

be unique. be yourself, screw the world, and practice safe sex.

How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
To get to the other side.

this is the internet
not my master thesis
im allowed to type lazy

"I invented eating, you know. Singlehandedly solved starvation. It's how I got voted into office."
-- King Steve (8-bit Theatre)

Your.heart.can't.hear.

Cause we stole Heaven from the Earth.

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