nine kinds of idiot

[Horab Fibslager]

every word i write is as serious as the sun rising upon the mountains streaming forth awareness, being and self soaking into the discombopulated depths with clarity so profound that it is teh w0rd. and teh w0rd is pwn. and so shall it go forth, and forward, and sometimes to the left and right, and once in a while backwards, with some variations thereof for spice, as spice is the variety of life, and life is the metaphor that breathes deeply upon teh carcinogens speeding forward from it's mother's loins to it's Mother's bosom, beneath the bodhi tree, growing in the garden, upon teh mountain which is soaking in the sun.

(reprint)

[LMNO]

So, that's one kind of idiot.  What about the other 8?

[Wishfarple]

And what are you getting me for Idiotmas?

[LMNO]

And what are you getting me for Idiotmas?

Who me?  Don't be an idiot...







(that's two).

[Wishfarple]

Not you, idiot.  I was talking to horab.

(three)

[Horab Fibslager]

its circular!

[Ben]

Idiots.

[saintbastard]

idiots

spice isn't the variety of life


spice is life

[Horab Fibslager]

some one needs soem time away from teh dune books.

[saint bastard]

haven't read/watched dune in years


thanks for the astute observation of my own depravity, though.

[Horab Fibslager]

np.

[East Coast Hustle]

bump.