Mar 26, 2004 22:53
Frrrrr.
Frrrr.
Frrr.
I am the Winter.
The world doesn't fit into a goblet, at least it doesn't, until it is melted.
Things have been twisty all over the way. But lately there have been other bowels. It is, in any case, though usually that is not the case. By that Eye means that there are severed all options to selection from. Cases come in many sizes and shapes. This information is given just in case Two did not know.
Eye will drink to that, and he does so, with such optimum gusto.
A toast! To carbon! To carbon based lifeforms! Carbon on the side of your toast that you so ignorantly waste, simply because it doesn't suit your taste. Well let my terr you somfin. If your taste needed to be dressed, it wouldn't have met existence as an oral exhibitionist.
Eye is so tipsy. He damns himself with the villainous poisonous. No sympathy for he.
Quote of the Day:
"Frying a bushel will save you both nourishment and lawn maintenance, but buy you none in the elongated run." -Schadel P. Urnstung
Now bewared. Be weird. Be wired. Tomorrow the knight weel have a bawl in a blossom world.