well, i wasnt going to quote on this userpage on my travels, but it appears ive stumbled upon a real polynesian: my condolenses, we all know that extra inch would have made all the difference.

and theyll swish you around in their pallette, savour that flavour, then spit you out into a bowl. perhaps mine flat aftertaste on that tongue is for a reason?

defeat? nah...

im just waiting for u to ripen...

to age while laying at an angle on a shelf in the cellar as it were

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The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread.

Stealing is fun

.....so "YOUR" the one who stole my name! How can a MAN have stole MY name! Damnit!

lol but b4 my departure you should prolly check out this video [link] ah, thats just what stupid little bitches get!

you did it, you beat me, you passed the end boss and you won; you are, grudgingly, free.

ah, you contemptuously reticent wastrel, how you mock me by your superior powers of restraintadfda... which is quite a feat because you dont even have any.

man, fuck you with you fashioning yourself in the mirror with your hello kitty pompoms or masturbating to girls dressed as bunnies, screaming as if they were being penetrated by the strap-on from se7en. i swear, i couldve gotten faster replies transmitting codified schematics of humans into outer space and waiting for martian spaceships to land in my yard or suck up my garden furniture or perform grotesque anal examinations on snails or shit. (nothing that really we wouldnt do if we were aliens, although now i say it, i think i already am...)

but how long does marquis de sade here wish to see a man suffer, evading with uncertainty the blindingly obvious truism that he's passe? oh kindly iniquity spare me your wrath of unsoundly silence! stentor or siren spaketh notwithstanding!

ah, you females are all the same!

if my inbox werent bombarded with journal entries from elidh (fuck knows...i tried unfavouriting the bitch, but i guess she must have a crush on me or is suffering from cancer or something...) anyway, i would have wrote you some incredibly profound seeming message--the kind which are actually generated by randomly typing out words from the dictionary and relying on the sincerity of your victim. i think this was kant's methodology.

i heard from the grape vine...ah what the hell, i heard from my phone taps on your apartment that you were going to nippon.

i looked for terrorism scares in tokyo daily--i was let down. i can only reason your suitcase on return is lined with bags of smallpox, botulinum and other neatly arranged biotoxins.

anyways, erm, hmmm...i dunno. does it rain there? erm.. i think i should go now.