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gast, let's blow this taco stand and make comics. etc. ok.
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ok can you follow me our maybe i can't follow you
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i'll start
' a granade is thrown in the changing room of a fashionshow |
Sensing danger, the models scatter like rabbits; all except one, one trained in the arts of ninjitsu and psychic mindwar.
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she slides toward the granade and breaks her toe
this makes the granade roll on to the catwalk where the noveau riches are nodding to the models or the clothes anyway acting like they understand something from the show |
The grenade explodes in the hands of a curly-headed man that looks not unlike Ol Dirty Bastard, severing his fingers and leaving pulsing bloody stumps that finely sprays the catwalk crimson.
"Carmine", she whispers to the designers. "The color must be carmine." |
after the 'it's raining bodyparts in the east'(and ofcourse when it's raining phedofiles in the west, you remember)
the noveau rich are not impressed and they show a unhappy face 'what now?' she thinks |
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the model, the one trained in the arts of ninjitsu and psychic mindwar 'flowzoo', gets up and looks out of the window where the granade was trown from
a shadow on a garbige container is the last movement her eyes see on the street |
if you like to change the name flowty
let me know i seen 'gentlemen broncos' today as beeing his desiple, the greates writer of our time Ronald Chevalier it could be changed into flowzianus |
"This is too big for me" she mutters, thinking back to that time in Bangladesh, when everything fell into place and the sky rained hand grenades on that cloudless summer night.
"I must gather the team." With a few quick flips of her wrist, ancient movements taught to her by ancient masters, Flowty begins to broadcast the summons. |
a sound of an empty catfoodcan betrays 'black silk', the man who trowed the granade
suddently he sees a laserpoint reflecting on his blacksilk cape it's a cat with a laser attached on his head |
"Mew Mew Mew" said the cat.
"pew pew pew!" goes the laser. "This cat is obviously not afraid of anything!" Blacksilk screams as his left arm is vaporized. unbeknownst to him, the cat is part of Laser Team Zero and was there in defense of the models. Psychic powers are greater than grenades. |
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the cat given a last warning and making the sound of 'ppppcccchhhhhyyyyy' to blacksilk is the last things he sees
and runs away to wards the house of his father, an ex-nasa proffesor, who has keeping in secret a basement for forming androids there he puts his left arm under a scanner where it heals |
Damn canadian's r at work today. They came to "check" on me.
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Im' moving out!!!!! finally....
found a cheap place and currently on the hunt for some furniture and a big ass tv. Gonna be on frugal mode for a while. |
better cut down on the herbage:)
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surely there must be other areas that could be scaled back??? :p |
control from the canadians ahhhhhh lol
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I have other plans ot take care of that area....;) |
i catch yr drift hahahahaha
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Corporate headquarters:fuckyou: I don't know how to stop vomiting since I've been working in an office |
flowty?
ok then i finish the storie of black silk he takes his left arm out of the scanner it's healed he looks around in the lab of his father opens a closet and finds a box with the writing ' mars expl. android2671' he opens the box and finds 2 syringes the liquid in the needles have a glowing shine his mind is possesed once seeing it he injects the one of the syringes and waits nothing happens then he injects the other syringe his body starts to melt from the inside leaving only his cape from black silk the end |
Anyway... where's my other girlfriend Satan?
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where is a cool girl?
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pregnant with yo' baby.
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i follow overpopulation regulations
no childeren allowed till we reach a healty number of 3.5 billion humans |
The baby crawls from out of it's cardboard box that faintly smells of cigarettes and opioids. Although she is only a few moments old, she knows what she must do: dawn the cape of blacken silk, the cape that's stained with the blood of 3.5 billion models and smells like her father's green goo.
"Superhero, this is yr last!" she cackles, triumphantly, in a language that only babies speak. |
think about it
many people are divorced have childeren here and there and whit who are all these childeren gonna have a relation with 1st choise the abuse net woman pretending for a lovebait on the internet to steel your cash, mobile phone money what you gonna do? cry I DIDN'T KNOW PEOPLE WHERE THAT SOFISTICATED IN ABUSE you're money won't return with crying you gonna look around there must be someone who loves there is no one people are too sucked up in the sexual fow YOU WOUDN'T BELIEVE you say FUCK THIS and stay standing and beeing BRAVE i'm not gonna turn into a lie the youth one day will look at me you give money to charity you show your good hearth you come home open the tv and find out that priests gave that money to prostitutes while other are dieing of hunger and loneliness you don't look up because you don't believe in a god you prepare for the grave one day i'm dead and gone and it feels good |
I fully intend to put a baby deep inside my net woman. this still keeps the reproduction level at a safe 2/3 (0.666).
for how can this be? I do not own a television, nor have I watched one in months. kill yr idols. make more babies. |
no you woman are crazy
more baby's NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lol |
I'm serious. DEEP inside.
pushing the OX. pre$$ure drop. run, rabbit, runn. teehee |
years of hardwork are waiting
and when we reached the number of 3.5 billion humans a natural balance for planet earth the future has spoken adapt or die |
I know very well.
spawn_1.0 is almost 14 sol. spawn_2.0 will have it's mother's eyes. I say YES YES YES hai hai hai Iá! Iá! Iá! |
baby's won't cure your woman fears
the trick of the tv to turn our eyes grey with vieuws from the years before recycling never helped, niether the internet if the future can't open your eyes then nature will take in that place |
The Nine Eyes of Google Street View 2007-2010
http://9eyes.tumblr.com/ |
I've gotta piss.
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first day off in ten days, playing a show tonight. drinkin it up.
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