Ph34R The Scrying Power of Hyperthermia

Aug 10, 2003 23:39

Ok, so I was wandering around the city thinking FUCK IT’S HOT, when a vision came to me.

In this vision I was the floating, disembodied head of Colonel Sanders. I was watching this group of people I guess because they were significant. Anyway there were like 100 of them and one kept saying, “There’s gold in them thar hills!” and all of them were wandering west and I guess a little south.

They meandered through the desert for a week before 50 of them suddenly died. I guess none of them were Jews. The others looked around at their friends and family lying there and said “Fuck it, we’re just gonna sit here and wait for our times too.”

So rather than bury their dead they made homes out of them. They lived like this for many years until one day a child discovered mud. The town’s folk brought the mud before the town elder and he said it was good.

Then they discovered Spanish tile and the town elder said that this was good. So the people built houses out of the mud and Spanish tile. And they called the city Los Angeles.

That’s about the time that I was accosted by an old Asian woman. So I bought some dog on a stick from her and made my way to home, but more importantly to A.C.
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