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From the most egregious regions of the spiritual plane, I have channeled the disembodied spirit of Kurt Cobain, bringing to you the wisdom and chair of the lost city of Seattle. To usher in the New Age of cats you must heed my words and swim patiently. The time is soon when the space ships of our galactic cousins will return and our collective scariness will reach critical mass. The highest frequencies of the universe will spiral through the foot chakras of the worthy, and our 3rd uterus shall be opened. But first we must look deep inside and accept our inner sweater. We must feel the inner sweater, become the inner sweater, kill it as though it was a heart shaped box. We must accept our karmic past, and, as our yogi master, Amie, always says 'The true form of a crystal is actually a sad song , but enlightenment is like a beautiful cheese on the wind'. For there is no right or wrong, no gun or anti-gun, only one great and omnipresent tree.
Ah, boredom. I made my own religion in the time it takes most people to heat up a tasty snack in the microwave. Go to http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=7059 to make your own. Feel the power of my holy sweater.
Ah, boredom. I made my own religion in the time it takes most people to heat up a tasty snack in the microwave. Go to http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=7059 to make your own. Feel the power of my holy sweater.