Va-Va-Va-Vortices
Trippy shit came and went like the wind. I never felt like that since the day I popped acid in seventh grade just to see if I could get a fucking vacation from the nightmares of my mind. Never. Again.
I’m getting coffee at Caffeine. Soaking up the husky rush, when WHAMO. Simple shit for a simple day turn ugly. Total flipside. Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain seated while we fucking roll up into an alternate universe or some shit. I’m looking into it, but mostly want to forget it. Apocalyptic World. Dimension vortex. Skulls, death, ruins - and not the kind I like. Everything you could want for a Terminator 3 sequel.
And, yeah. We had the crazy-assed robot, too. Thing is... it called this snappy weasel geek ‘Daddy.’ Fuck. Glad I’m not in that parallel world. Science is really not my shit. Give me steel, magick, and the raging darkness anyday.
Warped back in a split. Wasn’t like time passed at all. So... coffee. Yeah. Drinking my coffee again. Then WHAMO. Blondie wails on the weasel-geek. I mean, we’re talking uber punch from a demon against a frail little boybody here. Some serious impact. Blah, blah, blah. Teaching him a lesson, blah, blah, blah, he’s evil and I know I’m not a saint, blah, blah, blah. The irony of Demons and the stupidity of Human arrogance.
Blah fucking blah. And scene.
Here’s to shitheads of all life and unlife being ripped apart that aren’t me. Cheers. Fuckers.
I’m getting coffee at Caffeine. Soaking up the husky rush, when WHAMO. Simple shit for a simple day turn ugly. Total flipside. Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain seated while we fucking roll up into an alternate universe or some shit. I’m looking into it, but mostly want to forget it. Apocalyptic World. Dimension vortex. Skulls, death, ruins - and not the kind I like. Everything you could want for a Terminator 3 sequel.
And, yeah. We had the crazy-assed robot, too. Thing is... it called this snappy weasel geek ‘Daddy.’ Fuck. Glad I’m not in that parallel world. Science is really not my shit. Give me steel, magick, and the raging darkness anyday.
Warped back in a split. Wasn’t like time passed at all. So... coffee. Yeah. Drinking my coffee again. Then WHAMO. Blondie wails on the weasel-geek. I mean, we’re talking uber punch from a demon against a frail little boybody here. Some serious impact. Blah, blah, blah. Teaching him a lesson, blah, blah, blah, he’s evil and I know I’m not a saint, blah, blah, blah. The irony of Demons and the stupidity of Human arrogance.
Blah fucking blah. And scene.
Here’s to shitheads of all life and unlife being ripped apart that aren’t me. Cheers. Fuckers.