Can that monkey cook or what!

arr, if the word be get a life, save your breath for coolin porridge. I've heard all that before. Must be nice to be desirable, fortune befalls you. Dim the light, looks better in the dark. That's the kinda news an it want's to hear :) Pain is made up by the individual, it's selfish of that person to feel it. Right? Left? That would hurt the most (so selfish an utterance), but I understand the necessity. I know nothing, what makes me think I am worth anything anyway, I don't. I know I am nothing, I get reminded of it once in a while. But what do I know. Is that an ego or boredom? Wealth will not change it. I've been thinking like a Nihilist cept I get shit done, finish what was started. It's an ending, that smoking thing. I know that the odds are way not in my favour. Stone me like the good old days, stone me back into the good old days. woohoo!

You got it. Naked, why not. Shackled and chained, oh baby, oh baby. Could I wear a goalie mask? Like an old school one. I'll pass on priest and the meal for a dart or the mask. "Bannerman." It looks like a prison: life is a sentence. REWOP, YENOM

Tha'd be thee word says I, not the bird.
The word be parley.

I recognized genius immediately; astronomical. I figure because of all the concussions you know, one as large as fist. So that part of the brain is inactive now, I rednow what that part did. Hum, sharp as a tack, quick whited, verses dumb as a post, dimwitted. Then there is the coffin nail. Two years down the road, How difficult would it be to get a grown adult to smoke a cigarette, what's on that mind when it does it a second time. Put em to war, stress em the fuck out, maybe they'll pick up smoking. Mixing the two, green and bacca, brownest of dark tobacco, Virginia, Africa, all kinds. But we're in a war here. The habit, the need. Craving, the reward. Fucked it up good and proper.

Dipped in a vat of motor oil, peroxide, bleach, benzine, cyanide, mercury, lead, pesticides, DDT, (sush, your giving away our secret recipe lol) There's 4000 odd all total. 4000 words, that changes into (Allah be praised!) : (ha ha ha) god knows how many chemical compositions are exhaled. 10000 perhaps, maybe more. And oh the brain,... toxic tar that expands, sets on tissue, hardens then cracks. Two words (sorta), Nic fit. Nobody like a quitter. Set aside, put down the easy way. Set that thing down and leave it alone. Quitters go home and jerk off, winners go home and fuck the prom queen, movie quote - Sean Connery. Keep smoking cigarettes, fuck nothing or don't care and fuck everything.

Apparently almost every cell in the human body gets replaced by a new one every seven years. beauty

Never had a culture so I was attempting to create one. Mistake number 3. Never had a grandparent so I know nothing about it. Above all, I knew that was going to leave a sting. That's a unhappiness I shouldn't have dealt, sure was a great big error that cost a lot, inebriated or not. Just wrong, bad form. To destroy someone elses' something spitefully would be a poor play. That'safe has a bank. Sometimes banks go broke, people too. Sometimes people go for broke. I burn bridges, I sabotage my own fruitless inadequate attempts. Locked in the safe. I once thought an altruistic approach (that means selfless) might help, so (preterite) now I just punish myself as an act of attrition; contrition, attempt humility again, if I was human.

If I knock this shit off for serious this time it had better be for a good solid reason, not some do it for yourself aren't ya afraid to die, it's gonna kill you think of the life you could have have crap. Like huffing back on a tailpipe, like a bunch of pins pricks from inside,(exploding avaoli) like the countless other times, like I care and I'm doing it to win. Like seeing the blood for the first time. Otherwise it's just gonna keep happening. It is attrition, mine. What happened to my muse, vanished and inspired many others. Very very nice used toilet seat for free, antiseptic clean! So clean it scrubs it's hands to the bone, aough! Scrub it all you want, it's not going to come clean. This could all be a smoke screen, a clever ruse, propaganda to fool the massing hordes, fat chance though. The chances are slim. Like one in like 7 point something billion, I know.

I put up "A message to Harry Manback" to hear what a pathetic arsehole sounds like from the other side, and nothing else. In retrospect, I've been a bigger pathetic asshole to certain people for no real reason then that jackass. Can I see it now, yesir. Regrets, better believe it. Real change, not all that much, but maybe just a little.

I have a relationship to the church opener in my hand, the back of the head had relations with the brick wall, just as the causality was in the relationship that commenced after a sharp punch to the face, inertia and momentum combined with the weight of the person throwing the punch. That same head, relations with the asphalt, the same head in a drunken stooper, car windshield spider crack and relation to head (that's one strong head essay), head three inches away from spinning skillsaw blade as far as relationships go. Head and relation to the cement as the bike flips off the ramp, drunk biking at night (mostly face) and relationship with the minivan hood, and there are a lot of others. psst! you're driving yourself crazy. Thanks for remembering. Concussions, humour.