Random goodies >=X
I recently had a conversation with God... it went something like this.
Moik: What did I do wrong?!
God: You were born.
Moik: Wait, isn't that your fault?!
God: Shut up pawn.
Yeah... then the other 46 manifestations of the different foods in the googleverse got squashed into the cranium of an ant trying to find the line back home to that beautiful sugar cube in my pants.
Thats of course before the sweet odor of methane escaped the clutches of the jet like flying creature that crashed tail first into the whirlpool of sanity in the middle of the snowy mountain peaks of that sundae Arnold Whatshisname was lifting.
Sigh... sadly the apple was found to be infested with lies and it choked the living day out of the sun who forgot to shine for the earth that was supposed to reflect the rays to the moon that keeps the green cheese fresh and crunchy.
Now if you give me a pen with a hug I'll gladly proceed with intellectual suicide and continue bumming around this playground on the very same swing where I found myself.
I wish the world wasn't flat and that people would stop tossing it like a coin since it distrubs my much needed hiatus in the room of comfort which has served me well since I drowned Barney the fuckazor down its drainage.
But whats still an enigma for me is why I still cant see through the clearest broken glass that separates the tangible from the anomally called emotion that all people harbor out of some individual reason that links the missing to the found.
j00 h@\/3 B33ñ PWN'3d! >=)
You thank this reading for! =D
Nighting Goodie! o(^__^o)
Moik: What did I do wrong?!
God: You were born.
Moik: Wait, isn't that your fault?!
God: Shut up pawn.
Yeah... then the other 46 manifestations of the different foods in the googleverse got squashed into the cranium of an ant trying to find the line back home to that beautiful sugar cube in my pants.
Thats of course before the sweet odor of methane escaped the clutches of the jet like flying creature that crashed tail first into the whirlpool of sanity in the middle of the snowy mountain peaks of that sundae Arnold Whatshisname was lifting.
Sigh... sadly the apple was found to be infested with lies and it choked the living day out of the sun who forgot to shine for the earth that was supposed to reflect the rays to the moon that keeps the green cheese fresh and crunchy.
Now if you give me a pen with a hug I'll gladly proceed with intellectual suicide and continue bumming around this playground on the very same swing where I found myself.
I wish the world wasn't flat and that people would stop tossing it like a coin since it distrubs my much needed hiatus in the room of comfort which has served me well since I drowned Barney the fuckazor down its drainage.
But whats still an enigma for me is why I still cant see through the clearest broken glass that separates the tangible from the anomally called emotion that all people harbor out of some individual reason that links the missing to the found.
j00 h@\/3 B33ñ PWN'3d! >=)
You thank this reading for! =D
Nighting Goodie! o(^__^o)
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