The common penguin, or Vile Sea Panther, is forged by the merciless cold of the extreme north. These soulless birds are consumed with a frosty rage about looking pretty silly when they waddle around making that squeaky sound. The other birds laughed at them when they were younger, and often the penguin would stand on the corner watching all the other birds with working wings peel off in a stylish car with all the cutest she-birds and a bucket of fresh cod. Well the penguin is back... and the dead don’t laugh baby.
I wouldn't press charges, I promise!
I'm already smart enough to know this is workingI am a mentor pariah!
* DyRE BREAKS THE CYCLE!
KP: of irregularity with metamucil?
side effects include horses._
and bowls of flour_
it is truly disturbing_
consult your doctor or psychiatrist_
or die trying_
because that's the only way your kittens will love you_
and what's life worth if they don't know?_
if they don't know the power of your devotion, what then!?_
THEY ARE UNIMPRESSED WITH YOUR POWER TO PUT FOOD IN THEIR BOWL_
food is not enough! you must pour your soul into the hamster wheel of their hearts!_
and it must run, run, run_
squeak. squeak. squeak. meow_
only then can you join the kittens_
in the litter box of your mind_
and the clumping litter of your sanity_
If you'd like to see what I listen to, check out my user page on audioscrobbler!
Physics is pants(idea) by asianbunny (1 y) Reputation: 0 ( +10 / -10 ) (+) Sun Mar 26 2000 at 23:11:57
heropsychodreamer forgot to also analyze the emphasis that phycis has on sock. he forgot to mention how unimportant sock is to physics. when one claims the expression "physics is pants" a responding member of the same clique might exclaim "physics are not sock". why? because it aren't. physics are not sock and people need to respect that.
This is a good place, this is a happy place
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch.
her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
I hope someday you will realize how amazing you are
I love you so much that I have to break up with you
Through this warm electricity I will give you bark branches and leaves curling upward into a safe sky
a bellyful of wistfulness
pussy willows and fairy fur
Long after bedtime I will wake up and sit crosslegged watching you. It is your fault for having your face.
The Illuminati's on the front porch and Shatner's in the Pantry:
Being an inquiry into the fundamentals of the human condition by way of the ekw theme
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I ache, therefore, I am
Or in my case I am, therefore, I ache
Oh look, I appear to be lying at the bottom of a very deep, dark hole
That seems a familiar concept, what does it remind me of?
Ah, I remember....Life
Perhaps if I lie here and ignore it it will go away again.
Why don't I just lie here, anyway?
Why don't I just climb out?
Why don't I just go "zootle-wurdle"?
Does it matter? Even if it does matter,
does it matter that it matters?
Put that in your pipe and smoke it. With your burned lips.