nothing and no one steals my slack, not because i'm joe kewl
fishneckbitch from limabean city or nuthin, but because no one WANTS
it. I suppose i could get all huffy and peevish and pissy about it,
but there's just no piont... it wouldn't be that much fun.
Then there's the part of my slack i trade off, but there's not much of
that these days because no one will trade with me. <SIGH>
YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO GET TO BE ME!!!
i vomit. i see spots. pretty spots. vomit far. vomit like HERO!
HOO-HA! TO HAVE THE SLACK YES! OK! YES, OK!
enter the word FREE on any search engine and see what it lists.
slither thru magma veins. sneer at produce, and covet the wrappers of
things but distain the contents.
pick someone new to take it ALL out on every day.
relish your hate, learn to savor the things that annoy you.
own everything. try to remember where you left it.
be your own wind-up cybernetic killzone tarantula.
make 'em pay. make 'em all pay.
only false slack can be taken from you, but you can sure get dumb
about what you give away
be your own whore. pimp your needs, and trade in the bile and madness
that gnaws through your soul.
HARVEST and SPEW. Brutal, majestic, cruel, beautiful; it's nature's
way.
go ahead. do the hokey-pokey. that may not be what it's ALL about, but
it sure covers the good parts!
ok. welcome welcome welcome. know more things. and figure good ok.
bye now ok. ok.
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