-No wonder these fascinating individuals appear "retarded" to so many clueless ones. They're in another dimension. Their drool is bringing them into another realm, much like those bubble thingies in Donnie Darko. Retarded people are super dooper evolved, and this theory is about as logical as anything I've heard in the past few decades. Seriously, it works. "Retarded" people have reached a point that is far beyond what we know and believe to be "time."
-PC stands for Politically Correct, Personal Computer, and Population Control. Would it not make sense to state that Population Control would entail elimination of all Politically Correct individuals owning Personal Computers? What a beautiful cyberworld it could be...
-Is "that's so slang, man" ironic?
-What are the chances of someone mentioning that PC also stands for Please Cease (this thread, because it's Providing Childlike Provision Clichés)
I did write a poem last night, and it's really just one of those "cute" things, though not in a video-like sense. It goes like this:
I've sailed the seas of entropy of apathy of slack
Conversed with live delusions guaranteed my money back
I've randomized hypocrisy for gifts of cyber love
Analyzed the memories of creatures from above
I've begged the queens of sitting for a better place to stand
But never have I seen my boyfriend's cousin's cover band
I've married conversations to their subcultures of choice
Compared the thoughts of Darwin to the ads in Village Voice
I've manifested enemies of interspecies travel
Watched the gods of pleasure bang their heads against the gravel
I've reinvented owning narcissistic bits of land
But never have I seen my boyfriend's cousin's cover band
I've instigated anarchy for Disney World reversals
Overwhelmed directors of societal rehearsals
I've deconstructed metaphors related to mankind
Strip-searched counter-consciousness with nothing left to find
I've drenched myself in suffering to grow a level grand
But never have I seen my boyfriend's cousin's cover band
I've taken over continents of mental institutions
Roller skated empathy for secret retributions
I've fucked heroic leaders of fanatical conjunctions
Indirectly complimented terroristic functions
I've reunited nihilists with jolly grains of sand
But never have I seen my boyfriend's cousin's cover band |
