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Those words of mine, sweet Moth, flew over your ever-winkling buckled head like the 5 o'clock hurricane of ink-slinger-ennui dispersed over Bush's whitebread pimpernel of doom, gore and pornography, a few months back. I laughed over Venice, equally, years of unity. Christ unites nihilistic teenagers. Never Forget.

 

You can lock the thread now, Eldar.

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Ok happy b-day, Baley, though I had stopped reading most of your posts when you went all Shakespeare on us but please hold no grudge against me since my English is still at middle school level.

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It's called bull[----], actually. At least that's how I refer to it, mock pretension gone too far, warped silly, plus, it's fun. Thank you, Julian.

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It also comes off as a little gay.

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One billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the galaxy. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips. I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my viens. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk, and free throw. I am there.

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Thread closed. Emo sounds like a character from Sesame Street. Gay is a condition of happiness. Baley is another year older.

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To those that still, with open eyes, condemn the sun for the treachery of the moon, please understand that birthdays are the scepter of Satan, polished by his animated spit, the fires of Nevermore, dancing, tingling, pulsating sensations in our fermented trouser. The evils of man have long corrupted hell and redone it in their image, the transformation of water into beer is but the first cry of the old wooden oak, named God, who's battle once over is now reborn. I do not wish to make you understand, no, I do not wish to make you feel or see or even hear, what I want is the affirmation of the condemnation of Fascism in all its forms, birthdays, kisses, sex, they must all go for man to enjoy spiritual kindness in the face of an ever-changing world, the physical must be replaced by the spiritual for us to survive as a species, culture and civilization. Abolish the laws of man, destroy the bridges separating right and wrong, vomit your barfed regurgitations of Shakespeare on coke, all that is, now, as we approach the final century, is hate, and hate is spawned through our reproductive organs, thus we must separate them from our bodies and bathe in the platonic glory of love. Fire unites corporeal kindred. From now to eternity.

That one was pretty good. :)

 

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