The order of the universe is flux. Please click on the old Skull & Bones man to continue.
What does the desert claim as its own? We hope it's not just a
repository for the bleached bones of the Mule Cargo from the South,
mouths filled with sand.
In vain attempt to outdo mineself in liquorious
gloriousness as prompted by my dear father, God rest
his speakers...
May the font of bowling overflow with vestige and
breastage of yorn, and Larne, and forlorn. I am a
specious cretin of vestigial origination. Though not
of parthenogenic birth, I feel the noxious wind of
scrotal shrinkitude. (Farg, if this knave Shakespeare
may create Woerte as he liketh, so shall I). I,
pugnancy, show no herpeth vanquish an anuncancy. How
well I do play with Tongue. Dwelling in my head, my
Creator. You gave me life, now show me how to live.
Viz. Audioslave. Audiosalve? Wambet? Wambeth?
Wambot. Womble. Bush Baby - Marmoset. I have
extraordinary powers of Argyle. Name the Trinity?
Me, Myself, and I? Wambua, whadudica!
I tell you the transforming figure is not the
prime number in the figure, is not Martin Buber, is
not the exiled Indian expatriate. It is, in fact,
Tucker Farnsworth, who sees all and sells all. Bob
Davenport endamnicaticus. E Pluribus Unumandibulo.
We came, we saw, we came twice if we were lucky. And
if we were really lucky we got Eric Clapton to play on
our album. Sometimes our hair falls out, sometimes
our dick falls off in the shower.
My pleasure is my leisure, and in leather I leave you,
Floyd Mayweather. Sodden and downtrodden.
Wacko Jacko Jackson Five Golden Rings,
Smap Shampoo Pickle Standish Proud.