sometimes I momentarily forget that the fake facebook accounts I follow are not for real people so for a split second i'm sitting here like oh man i hope Cirno does okay on her finals.
you know what anonus, you are now reading this post in a southern accent
you can sit on top of a flagpole in northern july while I sip my fairies on your candy apple bellbottom mescaline cactus in the northern light show of the year. Furthermore, I will fucking complaxicare the cuils by which we measure the situation from the outward radius of the spokes of the sun with another sign like a stop one but backwards and green instead of rusty rummy red. Honestly? I don't even think you could broom closet a janitor within one of those holographic mushroom pads that are all the rage with the kids nowadays when they're bike-flipping off of their futuristic 2018 hoverboards and shit.
To be real about it though, I don't think I could yodel with the best of them if the best of them is really a pickle lemon jar bell pepper halapunya mojave desert canadian mexican northern kansas border entree. But while the dust settles over the candyland wars in the unified kingdom of hyrule-gensokyo, we can all agree that it would've been better if the atomic bomb had been dropped on northern Wells-Fargo's category calypso center instead of the large basin of saltwater and bedsheets it actually was. I don't think one can seriously argue that neon lights don't make good replacement crosses for the symbols of eighty billion religious figures and a half-ton hat gun. Yet, we can see that dessert desert snowcone jalapia across the northern plains. Even if we already knew that fish and chips didn't really work when combined with metal gear solid expressway espresso contrail station dream journal.
I'm not really sure what else I can say about that, other than that we need more pickle-cacti in this country and fewer octopus treacles.
As of right now, I feel like I am going to faint due to stomach cramps making me feel nauseous. So I am curled up in bed, as if I faint, there will be no one around to pick me up because I'm all alone for the day.
oooh people asked me about it! :D Mojave there is indeed one stanza of spoken dialogue in iambic pentameter, due to some silliness that occurs early in the story. I write of the wanderings of a wanderer, in a weird postmodern setting I guess. There are vampires and robots and angsty teenagers and some other stuff. It's very slow-paced, and rather obsessed with death and identity. It would be an adventure, if the protagonist were not an apathetic wanderer.
Spoiler: the fan is not Duck's fan. The fan is a bourneville kentucky roisterdoister who dials for files and the correct pronoun is actually cherrooooo
Comments
The Internet is weird.
is that Cirno in your avatar
it looks like Cirno at the beach with sunglasses in a santa hat.
she should have a martini.
you know what anonus, you are now reading this post in a southern accent
you can sit on top of a flagpole in northern july while I sip my fairies on your candy apple bellbottom mescaline cactus in the northern light show of the year. Furthermore, I will fucking complaxicare the cuils by which we measure the situation from the outward radius of the spokes of the sun with another sign like a stop one but backwards and green instead of rusty rummy red. Honestly? I don't even think you could broom closet a janitor within one of those holographic mushroom pads that are all the rage with the kids nowadays when they're bike-flipping off of their futuristic 2018 hoverboards and shit.
To be real about it though, I don't think I could yodel with the best of them if the best of them is really a pickle lemon jar bell pepper halapunya mojave desert canadian mexican northern kansas border entree. But while the dust settles over the candyland wars in the unified kingdom of hyrule-gensokyo, we can all agree that it would've been better if the atomic bomb had been dropped on northern Wells-Fargo's category calypso center instead of the large basin of saltwater and bedsheets it actually was. I don't think one can seriously argue that neon lights don't make good replacement crosses for the symbols of eighty billion religious figures and a half-ton hat gun. Yet, we can see that dessert desert snowcone jalapia across the northern plains. Even if we already knew that fish and chips didn't really work when combined with metal gear solid expressway espresso contrail station dream journal.
I'm not really sure what else I can say about that, other than that we need more pickle-cacti in this country and fewer octopus treacles.
How are you?
I have felt compelled to just randomly spew words for the past hour or so.
Jackpot lottery sexual disease on a trike.
How are you?
Hope you feel better soon.
I myself am OK, tired but what else is new.
Bobby, have you considered that she's a brick house
she's mighty mighty ooh
just lettin' it all hang out said she's a brick
house
bricks and clicks processes
bricks and cliques processes to the snobby, yu probably haven't heard of it.
No Mojave, I had not considered that, but I will give it careful consideration.
And that's in my head now.
and then samurai jack fought the terminator
just like every other episode
fuck sex rock pops lock drops knock baws bases slurpees and overbearing female bosses
on the next edition of the playboy channel's the aristocrats
also starring gilbert gottfried and john krickyfucky.
i will ask you about your fiction when i can confirm it is being written in iambic iamometer
so that way the dogs can safely look at it.
i need to be able to read nera my pets you know
1974-2002: The Unreleased Singles
this was an album I made once a long time ago and i never release dit
you see spaceghostpurrp, you ddin't come up with that
i did
you fucker
only on the megaphone channel
also starring lelouch lamperouge
directed by big lurch
with special gust appearances by that face eating guy from florida
and music by the flatbush zombies, john lennon's weeping ghost, and queen crimson, an all girl lesbian group that does covers of king crimson songs.
mojave mu$ic; the album
featuring special appearances by juicy j, el producto, the strokes, john williams, moon dog, jandek, and the ghost of christmas past
It was awful.
It was a high intensity polyrolypoly spatula-bedacula funfunfunorama
Gauss shotguns
Gauss penis
when you wake someone up by punching them in the dick
that is an alarm cock
what the fuck did u say about me
fight me irl
do you even lift
do yu think imma take ur shit just bc im headphones
wel think again motherfucker
i will drown you in a bathtub
i dont even give a fuck
i dont even give anything
im greedy as fuck
dont you see the great oppurtunities one could create by having jandek manage a watermelon farm
or are you a blind corporate shill wanting to eat more cheese than you spit out ye blind-sided devil eyeball.