Fuck You And All Your Fucking Comfortable Beds In Which You Masturbate
Okay guys I don't have a lot of time here because I am holy fucking tired right and also I have work tommorow morning in like several hours but let's go several things quickly!
One! My theory regarding 365 Tommorows not using any editors is proven correct, seeing they choose to publish something of mine the other day. It is about the internet?
Two! One of you needs to goddamn vote in this poll and help stop my horrible six way deadlock of INTELLIGENCE! Please! Do it for my brain-meats
Three! I am really really tired! Have I mentioned this before?
Four! Douglas Rushkoff's Testament is a fascinating and beautiful work. I think you will like it if you are perhaps me! If not you will still like it but you will probably not like it as much as me. That is just how I roll - enjoying things. By the way, another book by him sounds just as fascinating.
Five! I am listening to Tom Waits' Rain Dogs album, and I have been drinking quite a lot of whiskey lately. Coincidence or nefarious plot by Tom Waits?
EDIT: I just moved my feet a bit and my pants burst, literally popped open gaping wide like the gateway to hell, showing the sulpheric colour of my underwear.
I need new pants.
One! My theory regarding 365 Tommorows not using any editors is proven correct, seeing they choose to publish something of mine the other day. It is about the internet?
Two! One of you needs to goddamn vote in this poll and help stop my horrible six way deadlock of INTELLIGENCE! Please! Do it for my brain-meats
Three! I am really really tired! Have I mentioned this before?
Four! Douglas Rushkoff's Testament is a fascinating and beautiful work. I think you will like it if you are perhaps me! If not you will still like it but you will probably not like it as much as me. That is just how I roll - enjoying things. By the way, another book by him sounds just as fascinating.
Five! I am listening to Tom Waits' Rain Dogs album, and I have been drinking quite a lot of whiskey lately. Coincidence or nefarious plot by Tom Waits?
EDIT: I just moved my feet a bit and my pants burst, literally popped open gaping wide like the gateway to hell, showing the sulpheric colour of my underwear.
I need new pants.