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Or Kill Me / Ten Songs and They are All Lies
« on: May 03, 2017, 02:36:37 am »
You had the chance...it was right there in your greasy fucking palms. 

Opportunity.

That's right...Opportunity.

We all have a chance to hold it, and then to run with it. We don't all get to run in the same direction though, some paths are different.  Yes, some will be shinier, with better pavers...some may be cobblestone...some may be dirt and rubble. But we all have pathways to take us to a better pla...

Oh, fuck...no...actually that's not true.  Yes, I was going to suggest everyone gets a chance to get to a better place in life.  That happy, Hollywood, tearjerker, Good News(tm) happy ending.  But the truth is there are some men who make it their goal in life to crush and destroy these pathways.  To utterly destroy any opportunities for betterment and joy...and also the opportunities to take in oxygen...

But, there is a special place in Hell for yet other "men".  You know who they are...maybe you are one of them...

..."Not My Problem"...

"I've got bills."
"I've got a bad back"
"I've got to watch Orange is the New...'

Shut the fuck up you and your fat mug full of Grade A, Natural, Organic Trigger Warnings.

Wash and scrub your hands of it all you will, they will still be dripping with sarin-steeped blood.

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Apple Talk / Greetings, nice to meet your quaintenance!
« on: March 08, 2017, 03:40:58 am »
There was then a terrible crash that came from stage right.  That scaffolding that you thought had been strong and secure, it turns out was made of a type of cheese that resembled something other than swiss cheese.  I mean of course, because who would build with holy materials.  The kind that you can just see through.  This has always been mans folly, fully trusting in the eyes without the knowledge of the lurking deceit. 

How far shall we sink below until we know too late that we've been drowning since long before anyone can remember they forgot?

Wait, what was the question?

Five Tons Of Flucks!

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