yeah yeah ur numer 1

in omnipotence fantasies, denial of reality, hyper nationalism, violent monomania and religious fanaticism.

write it on the back of a jesus toast and post it to president bachmann from your fema camp, commie.

when she prays the oil prices go down.

the US $ is THE BEST $ in the world!!!!!!!

oh look at me i'm a americunt.

look at me shooting democracy into the heads of iraqi babies. can just film heroic hollywood films afterwords and reality will alter itself accordingly cuz god spake anglish. that way i nevar lose! just like nam were i won my gal sallys heart and the gooks dressed us in floral necklaces and sang their masters praises. hoo boy.

what's that little girl? you want healthcare? no you gotsta PA$Y cos anything else is socialislam. i dont care if your family have to go $40k into debt, here, have some meth instead.

that's good ole fashioned mommas home cooked ME$TH for jesus braev soldiers tu kill them iraqfastans who is drinking our oil.

i'm numba 1 coz i start counting from the ground floor.

will never put down my weapons coz the engalish are still waiting to steele my SHI$T.

they weaponized the lightbulbs, spy cameras inside the webcams.

this is it right? you're all proud of these things like you so often remind me. i'm doing it right yeah? never apologize yeah?

no way josé. the last time I fell for that line I ended up raped in the back of an ecoline van.

did u ME$TH GOD?

was he MAED OF ME$TH?

neo is a PU$$Y

not enuf ME$TH

just counts numbars and types ctrl alt dlt on the windows 95 in his braine masheen ape alfabet brane

What you are about to hear is me taking the cap off a Lysol spray disinfectant can, there.

What you are about to hear is me spraying the Lysol spraying disinfectant around the room i am in, there.

What you are about to hear is me putting the cap back on a Lysol spray disinfectant can, there.

What you are about to hear is me placing a Lysol disinfectant can down on the table, there.

What you are about to hear is the scissors snapping away at random, there.

What you are about to hear is me placing the scissors on the table, there.

What you are about to hear is me dropping a quarter on the table, there.

What you are about to hear is me dropping a nickel on the table, there.

What you are about to hear is me dropping a dime on the table, there.

Perpendicularly the dime hit the nickel making the nickel hit the quarter, there.

Umm what am i going to do next for your ears to taste, i do not know why the fuck i am doing this.

What is something extraordinary, very extraordinary at that thus wise is me banging a pencil against the table, there.

Now to add a little honky tonk woman to that beat of the pencil on the table, there.

What you are about to hear is a rubber band, there.

What you are about to hear is two rubber bands, there.

What you have heard is me waisting time again asking myself deep inside why the fuck am i doing this.

but there is no spoon!

there is a fucking spoon.

the experience of things does not emanate out of the things in themselves.

its called speculative realism you fucking cyber hippie.

There is no spoon.

If you liked Kurt Cobains lyrics when you were a kid, then Gast's posts are the adult version of them.

No idea what he's saying sometimes but now and then I think I know what he's trying to convey.

Sometimes his posts give me a headache, sometimes they are fun to read like a jig saw puzzle is fun to put back together.

my spoon is too big...

My SPOOOOOOON is too BIIIIIIIIIG

Neo can't eat soup according to the Galateo.

there is a spoon.

immaneul kunt is ded kidz.

this track always makes me laugh. And I never heard the two rubber bands.

spun

hi derek

the garden is now under water
a heavy rain and storm came down