Snow Disobedience
Today. Another Today. Where the fuck do these things keep coming from? It makes no damn-sense, if you ask me. I sit here, looking out the window at what appears to be SNOW. SNOW in VIRGINIA in MARCH.
I suppose it could be worse; like when it's going to start snowing in April next month. April's golden showers opens May's flower, after all... no wait, that's not how it goes.
I'm currently listening to another long stream of John Schaffer's unrelenting bass guitar. This is the life. Concert coming up, seeing Therion for the first time, hoping to get the shit beat out of me.
This is a boring entry, I know, which is really bad considering how often I update. There is a saying. That saying is 'get over it.' Or, more specifically, cry me a river, build a bridge across, and get over it.
Oh yea, and you're fat. Can't forget you're fat. So very very grossly obese. You should be ashamed.
What the hell was I talking about?
That's right; nothing.
I have this contract here that says I own you. I don't remember this... Oh well, you'll just have to get used to it. I am easy to please, after all... 'muahaha'. *click* stole your soul!
The crackers are talking again. They plan a rebellion, I just know it. Fucking crackers. I will supress them tomorrow. A full frontal assault on their front gates, I will eat them alive as they scream in agony. Their friends will watch drool-soaked crumbs fall from their broken bodies. Then, and only then, will they know fear, and they will know their master.
Crackers Fear Me.
I must go now, to burger king. I will order a double ass-pounder with cheese.
I suppose it could be worse; like when it's going to start snowing in April next month. April's golden showers opens May's flower, after all... no wait, that's not how it goes.
I'm currently listening to another long stream of John Schaffer's unrelenting bass guitar. This is the life. Concert coming up, seeing Therion for the first time, hoping to get the shit beat out of me.
This is a boring entry, I know, which is really bad considering how often I update. There is a saying. That saying is 'get over it.' Or, more specifically, cry me a river, build a bridge across, and get over it.
Oh yea, and you're fat. Can't forget you're fat. So very very grossly obese. You should be ashamed.
What the hell was I talking about?
That's right; nothing.
I have this contract here that says I own you. I don't remember this... Oh well, you'll just have to get used to it. I am easy to please, after all... 'muahaha'. *click* stole your soul!
The crackers are talking again. They plan a rebellion, I just know it. Fucking crackers. I will supress them tomorrow. A full frontal assault on their front gates, I will eat them alive as they scream in agony. Their friends will watch drool-soaked crumbs fall from their broken bodies. Then, and only then, will they know fear, and they will know their master.
Crackers Fear Me.
I must go now, to burger king. I will order a double ass-pounder with cheese.