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"i'm hot stacey"
"no you're not tiff"
"yes i am"
"as if girl"

i killed one of those girls this morning. i can't say which one.

Scenario # 1

You're sitting down chillin' out catchin' the breeze drinkin' some juice. There's an explosion. The sky is covered, the streets and buildings are crumbled, trees & shrubbery are ablaze, and water is finding new territory. You walk around exploring the new world and come to find out that you're the only human alive. All the other creatures of earth besides the human are still alive. You start to get lonely and sit down for some reflection time.



God comes to your ear and says in a low near sub-sonic level, "chip up buck, i'll throw you a bone."
"A bone?" you say
"Yes buckly, a bone....the radiation from the cataclysm has caused some DNA genetic code corruption. you can fuck any animal or get fucked by any animal and can create babies of a mixed breed...."
"Word G>o>D!" you say "

The story ends here with no moral, but a question to my loyal readers.......

What animal would you have relations with and why?

i sure do love me some barbeque sauce

i read a book the other day. i didn't like the ending. the last line was, "who is going to save us" . it was a children's book called "the rabbits". basically these rabbits come to a land in which some other animals already reside. they, the rabbits that is, take shit over. first using deception, then violence, then some humiliation, and eventually enslavement....the art was amazing(tan). but the last line "who is going to save us" bothered me.....i don't feel like saying why. you ever feel like putting a rusty hook in someone's temple and dragging them through the destruction they have caused. does emposing your own will to make someone suffer make you a sit down kind of a guy. what makes a human a person. 2 eyes, 2 ears, a nose, a mouth, a voice box. is it personality, character......the "ality" of a person creates person like traits. what if a person has no character.....can i eat that person like steak. what if a cow has more character than a human. should i find out before applying the barbeque sauce....

trash bags

life is like trash bags. or rather trash. the bags are the past. we live a day then put the day in the past. throw that shit out. some we keep in our ego the rest we leave in our subcoscience....the shit we really don't want escapes to the unconscience. instead of going to a landfill like trash bags, our life of past lives continuesly in the 4th dimension or in the realms of dark matter. you see, indeed, we are just disposable arts of an inter-dimensional war i like to call the 3-4 battle of eternity.