[Music: Broadcast]
The upstate regions glance starboard undercover, a lion becomes dandy and her snakes recover ghosts and flowers from the sonic library. They destroy it, no less of what constitutes an opt microcosm of Ikea stores and clockshift heathens that trees cry over within a gust of a spaceshuttle fuel blast. One cannot believe in themselves without the affectations of former models like angels slice satanspawn mouths and feed the ill will conclave, premptively, atop the perch of the ark of the sky. To solve the problem, you cannot become "X", you must make everyone else the subordinate variable and then account for excess reactions forcing themselves from Jerusalem. A kitten initiates altercations with dragons, through preset visions the towns freeze themselves to avoid flames, and queens and kings have a plethora of new pets for the fuel range. Rotations stand still for a war, one-hundred and eighty point five seven nine equals the square root of nothing minus itself added to everything. A man still is a man even if Native American rusted knives and hatchets meet the air inside his brain. Reservations do not contain their own arrangements for victory. White ribbons will always, always grace the stingers of scorpions. For the insect kingdom is sung backwards, like every other phylum except humankind. We'll come out of it. When the living shake hands with the dead. Boxes of beats. Aim for the target that isn't straight in front of you. Because when you turn around, nothing that was there will be the same as it was when you were just looking at it.
Fall forever, and you'll eventually turn yourself upright.
Cough, cough.
It is a myth that Twinkies "last forever." Like the myth of tabula rasa or the myth that chivalry isn't dead this myth keeps coming back to every generation of Americans, revived, it seems, as mournful counterpoint to the enduring suspicion that "all that is is natural" and as well that all true human interaction, is in the end, illusion, due to the impenetrability of human nature. They can and will continue to deny that fear is somehow consistent with the will to survive. They will continue to assert the primacy of transformation, purge and correction so that humans may begin to know true empathy. They will continue to beat the stuffed body of a stillborn foal until it needs to be restuffed and restuffed it shall be.What a coincidence it was then to find...
http://www.twinkiesproject.com/
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Corpse Bride was...
Well.
It was like Tim Burton fell asleep on the toilet and had someone else climb inside him and force the shit out and Burton woke up a day later was like, "That's a wrap".
There was this obese woman behind us who proceeded to laugh extremely loudly at every part of the film that was not funny. I had the wildest, unhumanly (depends on how you think of us) urge to sprint up there and stab her in the throat with my car key.
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"I was stalked yesterday, LOL."
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