...finding the one true vibration we all share...
I hear yer Mom's pretty hot.That would be sweet.And maybe those Teletubbie things.I bet they got BOMB weed.And I'd like to meet "W",but only so I can punch that heartless,brainless,criminal fuck right in the face...and because he's my real Dad but he's a fuckin deadbeat.He met my Mom while he was "on duty" during "the conflict"...but won't have anything to do with me or return my calls.He says the war was hell.Apparently you can only get the "bad" coke out there in "the shit".
ANYTHING that sounds great and nothing you like.Or you can just check it out here: http://mog.com/pETULENTfRENZY9000
FUCK THAT!! It's all about those commercial ad's you get to see in some of these upscale men's room while your taking a piss.I mean that's the most forced form of Gurrilla Marketing I've ever seen.I mean if that stalls are full(no pun intended),you're FORCED to watch their shit....there you are standing there,dick in hand.And unless you want to piss on you shoe or on others...you just have to stand there and pee and be told how you need a Lexus SUV tinted window thing or skinny chicks with too much make-up and $400 dresses that nobody wears won't want to fuck yo....have sexual relations with you.That shit just pisses me off (pun intended)...
Mind control device for the weak and easily entertained.A wonderful tool for the emotional consumer.Fuck TV
Pop-up's,and coloring only....otherwise they make me tired.
All my heroes are long since dead.I try to be my own hero...that way I don't have to look up to someone else and the strive for a higher manifestationolio of the self makes it OK to not believe in the Godhead thing