Another stoned rambling, akin to that of the day before yesterday though this time, far less external stimuli and more internal. This is the third attempt to write something rational. Structure of any sort has decided to fuck off from my brain for a moment back there. I tried to say something meaningful in regards to a recent passing, but all that came out was a jumbled non-sequitar that frankly, was more insulting than of having any meaning. Suffice to say he obeyed the rules of the road to the end.
That was a surprisingly difficult half paragraph to write. Holy shit. I had this whole spiel set out earlier and now I can’t remember any of that.
Okay, so there’s this guy I don’t know. He’s kind of a weird guy. He’s kinda opal-y. He’s the kind of fellow that would tell the disctray to “shhhh!” A rather silly wanker. Did it just taste British in here for a second? 1 Anywho, this I guy that I don’t know has been hanging out a lot with guns and fireworks.
Fuck. Everything I write starts to sound like some sort of kid friendly delivery system. I think I’m going to erase most of this and then just paste whatever comes out from this point on. Because this is getting a tad excessive.
A gentleman scholar once said that it takes two hundred something – I can’t remember I wasn’t paying attention – iron nails to sink a paper boat made out of cardboard. To that his equally as gentlemanly scholar friend responded that it was completely retarded. Firstly, it was absurd that a paper boat could be made of both paper and of cardboard, their similar molecular structures notwithstanding. Second of all, it only takes one flaming tissue in the right place to sink a cardboard ship. Thirdly of all; fuck you.
Drunk as they were, they killed each other in the ensuing argument. It should be noted that the second’s death was due to sheer stupidity as he continued to thrash the first’s body resulting in the ground giving way underneath. Their bodies washed up down river where a young virgin maiden not made of iron was taking her bath. She was hot I guess, if you’re into prude chicks. Needless to say, God then told her that He was totally in on helping her give those England fuckers a good what for. 2
You know what show is really good? I mean, not really good, but probably one of the best shows of all time? Battlestar Galactica. I mean damn, man. It’s fucking good.
1 – The Beast with a Billion Backs gets a billion thumbs up back.
2 – Thusly the expression “God works in mysterious ways” was born upon the Western Globe.
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