gast, let's blow this taco stand and make comics. etc. ok.

ok can you follow me our maybe i can't follow you

i'll start

' a granade is thrown in the changing room of a fashionshow

Sensing danger, the models scatter like rabbits； all except one, one trained in the arts of ninjitsu and psychic mindwar.

she slides toward the granade and breaks her toe
this makes the granade roll on to the catwalk
where the noveau riches are nodding to the models or the clothes
anyway acting like they understand something from the show

The grenade explodes in the hands of a curly-headed man that looks not unlike Ol Dirty Bastard, severing his fingers and leaving pulsing bloody stumps that finely sprays the catwalk crimson.

"Carmine", she whispers to the designers. "The color must be carmine."

after the 'it's raining bodyparts in the east'(and ofcourse when it's raining phedofiles in the west, you remember)
the noveau rich are not impressed
and they show a unhappy face

'what now?' she thinks

My new Koenigsegg CCX cop car I just scored on NFS - Hot Pursuit

the model, the one trained in the arts of ninjitsu and psychic mindwar 'flowzoo', gets up and looks out of the window where the granade was trown from
a shadow on a garbige container is the last movement her eyes see on the street

if you like to change the name flowty
let me know
i seen 'gentlemen broncos' today
as beeing his desiple, the greates writer of our time Ronald Chevalier
it could be changed into
flowzianus

"This is too big for me" she mutters, thinking back to that time in Bangladesh, when everything fell into place and the sky rained hand grenades on that cloudless summer night.

"I must gather the team."

With a few quick flips of her wrist, ancient movements taught to her by ancient masters, Flowty begins to broadcast the summons.

a sound of an empty catfoodcan betrays 'black silk', the man who trowed the granade
suddently he sees a laserpoint reflecting on his blacksilk cape
it's a cat with a laser attached on his head

"Mew Mew Mew" said the cat.

"pew pew pew!" goes the laser.

"This cat is obviously not afraid of anything!" Blacksilk screams as his left arm is vaporized.

unbeknownst to him, the cat is part of Laser Team Zero and was there in defense of the models.

Psychic powers are greater than grenades.

http://twitter.com/avanttard

this is crypto yeah?

the cat given a last warning and making the sound of 'ppppcccchhhhhyyyyy' to blacksilk is the last things he sees
and runs away to wards the house of his father, an ex-nasa proffesor, who has keeping in secret a basement for forming androids
there he puts his left arm under a scanner where it heals

Damn canadian's r at work today. They came to "check" on me.

Im' moving out!!!!! finally....

found a cheap place and currently on the hunt for some furniture and a big ass tv.

Gonna be on frugal mode for a while.

better cut down on the herbage:)

surely there must be other areas that could be scaled back??? :p

control from the canadians ahhhhhh lol

I have other plans ot take care of that area....;)

i catch yr drift hahahahaha

Corporate headquarters:fuckyou:

I don't know how to stop vomiting since I've been working in an office

flowty?
ok then i finish the storie of black silk

he takes his left arm out of the scanner
it's healed
he looks around in the lab of his father
opens a closet and finds a box with the writing
' mars expl. android2671'
he opens the box and finds 2 syringes
the liquid in the needles have a glowing shine
his mind is possesed once seeing it
he injects the one of the syringes and waits
nothing happens
then he injects the other syringe
his body starts to melt from the inside
leaving only his cape from black silk

the end

Anyway... where's my other girlfriend Satan?

where is a cool girl?

pregnant with yo' baby.

i follow overpopulation regulations
no childeren allowed till we reach a healty number of 3.5 billion humans

The baby crawls from out of it's cardboard box that faintly smells of cigarettes and opioids. Although she is only a few moments old, she knows what she must do: dawn the cape of blacken silk, the cape that's stained with the blood of 3.5 billion models and smells like her father's green goo.

"Superhero, this is yr last!" she cackles, triumphantly, in a language that only babies speak.

think about it
many people are divorced
have childeren here and there
and whit who are all these childeren gonna have a relation with

1st choise the abuse net woman pretending for a lovebait
on the internet to steel your cash, mobile phone money

what you gonna do?
cry I DIDN'T KNOW PEOPLE WHERE THAT SOFISTICATED IN ABUSE
you're money won't return with crying

you gonna look around
there must be someone who loves
there is no one
people are too sucked up in the sexual fow
YOU WOUDN'T BELIEVE

you say FUCK THIS
and stay standing and beeing BRAVE

i'm not gonna turn into a lie
the youth one day will look at me

you give money to charity
you show your good hearth
you come home open the tv and find out that priests gave that money
to prostitutes

while other are dieing of hunger and loneliness

you don't look up
because you don't believe in a god
you prepare for the grave
one day i'm dead and gone
and it feels good

I fully intend to put a baby deep inside my net woman. this still keeps the reproduction level at a safe 2/3 (0.666).

for how can this be?

I do not own a television, nor have I watched one in months.

kill yr idols. make more babies.

no you woman are crazy
more baby's
NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
lol

I'm serious. DEEP inside.

pushing the OX.

pre$$ure drop.

run, rabbit, runn.

teehee

years of hardwork are waiting
and when we reached the number of 3.5 billion humans
a natural balance for planet earth

the future has spoken
adapt or die

I know very well.

spawn_1.0 is almost 14 sol.

spawn_2.0 will have it's mother's eyes.

I say YES YES YES hai hai hai Iá! Iá! Iá!

baby's won't cure your woman fears

the trick of the tv to turn our eyes grey with vieuws from the years before
recycling never helped, niether the internet

if the future can't open your eyes
then nature will take in that place

The Nine Eyes of Google Street View 2007-2010
http://9eyes.tumblr.com/

I've gotta piss.

first day off in ten days, playing a show tonight. drinkin it up.