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Kizzume Site Admin

Joined: 31 Dec 1969 Posts: 2832 Location: Tacoma, WA USA
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 12:57 am Post subject: Should I remove this thread because it's stupid? |
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EDIT: This post was made last night when I was unable to sleep and my fever had reached its peak. I was pretty gone.
I sure hope things get better and that I don't say any more stupid things because of my fever. "Oh yes, I hope they get better, don't you?" "Oh yes, that would be quite lovely." "Spot on old chap, spit spot, wink wink nudge nudge say no more!" That's how I feel about everything at this time. Thanks.
Participationics. Ebonics. Fabricondriacs. Eder twine tissue and gross. The law offices of Hendrick and DeLemroitunk.
As the room spatters, the floor flips a frisbee down the chimney and through the head of a small dog that was in some unknown location somewhere in southeast Asia. The giant rhinoceroses were floating through the sunset view of the parade in the cold wind of the evening air. "Do not be alarmed" he said "the freedom within our hearts and minds are not fabricated, for they do not belong to us, they do not belong to the sunrise, they belong to everything. Freedom does not feel ashamed."
And the bullocks of fragnitude aptitude and the law offices of Hendrick and Delemoritunk desensitize the children's backbones from making newly constructed pieces of furniture for the leathery at heart. Or pleathery, depending on how fabricated someone's life is. Who knows what will be in store for us.
"Look" said the lady in tears
"We are not prepared for the future. We are not prepared for what is to come."
For the leathery hearts and the pleathery furniture becomes us, and to involve ourselves with wretched fanfare and descrupilization doth not hath lock and quid quo pro, so little time, so much to know. Okay, so that very last part after the word 'lock" was a ripoff.
Artificially, we decrease our sensitivity to the things that are not really part of everyday life by watching images that are programming us. We do not use enough force when we shake our etch-a-scetches.
And do not be alarmed at the pleathery hearts, for they rule this hemisphere. And do not be forgotten, for his only forgotten son behind clothed doors begotten sun behind clothed doors. When doors are clothed, you know you have someone with a lisp.
Sorry about this sick rantilina, but when I don't really feel in a way that makes sense, there's really not much of a point in me trying to have an opinion about anything of any sort, so I might as well just say something, or maybe I shouldn't. I don't know. I feel trapped whenever I'm sick like this to where I'm almost hallucinating. So--blah blah blah blah blah.
And an extra blah to go, with a side order of fries with just barbeque sauce and no catsup or mustard, and maybe a little bit of this and that, and some food. Thanks. Oh, and minus the food, but add a little extra foodish substance-like substances.
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Kizzume Site Admin

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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 1:21 am Post subject: |
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How doth my little turnip mind
Bequeath the government's moldy bread
And to the tyrant's little sigh
For boldly in the painful eye
is a log so large that it can be seen from a satellite with ease.
"Do not fret" said the little man
"I'll get there as fast as I can"
and the little man wept
and he craved another cigarette
and he simply walked away.
But soon a tank appeared from afar
"Stop! Stay exactly where you are!"
and the moldy bread took effect in full force
as their tanks and bombs would finish up the course
and then they simply walked away
"Do not be alarmed" said the little man
"I'll fix that burner on your frying pan
that you so willingly sat in the middle of.
Now hand me my pandhandling glove"
But soon a burning smell filled up the room
and his overinflated little bitty head made a loud KABOOM
and everyone's dirty laundry appeared out of thin air
No wonder the politicians are losing their hair
Okay, that was really stupid....
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jq

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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 5:22 pm Post subject: |
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A little creepy....but......
I hope your fever is better 
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Kizzume Site Admin

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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 5:51 pm Post subject: |
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During the day it has been quite a bit better, but I've been feeling it creep back up again and I'm not too happy about it. If I feel messed up like that again I'll just post all the nonsensical and non-categorized subconscious stuff in this thread some more so it doesn't end up in other threads accidentally.
I'm going to go have an Ensure now.
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