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you see beauty in waste trickling down the cliffs. you won't see your trophies shattered, you won't see the monuments crumbling to the ground, you'll pray to god in awe as you drown in the blood of your muse slain in the streets. when your eden is ablaze and your parking lots turn the dunes to glass there will be progress, there will be change, reality sets in, and a delusional anomoly will wink out.

she was right

i think i just became darth maul. i'm tempted not to empower myself to find fulfillment not for the sake of enriching myself but for the destruction of everything you think to be beautiful. up until now the way you act towards everything you can't understand, everything you're afraid of, everything you shun out of ignorance has been your greatest strength. you evolved into a race of sheep, only to make you lambs for slaughter. you'll run to jesus and darwin will be smiling from his grave.

anyone wanna start a toughguy band? hahahaaha.

happy birthday woolly. come back kimmie, we all miss you very much.

"Billy Mays had his first taste of heaven; satan shitting on his face before orchestrating a shrediculous guitar solo. He proceeds to fuck Farah Faucet on the cheese it video, on a dragon flying through mountains of tittes. He lands on a black metal castle, and by this time he had shed his formal self and revealed a new skin of corpse paint. Stabbing, slashing, ripping her fibers apart, he mounts her head to the castle walls and expunges a large reproductive load through her skull and blows through the stone fortifications. Through the hole the buttrain of hitler fucking the KKK, fucking Charles Manson, fucking Michael Jackson, fucking Jesus Christ, fucking Carrot Top who was whipping a pile of niggers squirming about naked and spawning cotton. Through the pile came Samuel L Jackson bearing an RPG, and with lightning striking, he blows the clusterfuck to pieces. He shoots Satan through the breach in the walls and puts them all down one by one, walking away, munching a burger."