I had the girl, the records, and the jeweled knife.

But he had the time machine.

Okay, who's the fucker who changed the password to the Bus-Driver account?
edit: it was zombiesquirrel nevermind

pwned

seven days without my last.fm stats what will i doooooooo

so who's goin 2 paganfest??????? :-)!!!!!!!!!

Among the shadows, EDGECRUSHER witnesses the entire event. The unnecessary maximization of injudicious power. He thinks to himself:

"How weak... where did our humanity disappear to? Where does the soul of man reside now? Locked away inside the fear, the machine that perpetuates ignorance? In order to save humanity, we must first give a damn! We must respect ourselves as a free-thinking culture and procreate compassion for one another. Without compassion, man will certainly become obsolete. A vague reflection of a long dead existance..."

As he eludes the enforcers, he unknowingly enters an abandoned building. It is dark, cold, and deserted. There is a ray of light piercing the darkness from a window high above. The light exposes rows of old, wooden seats, one row on either side. In the shadows, behind the ray of light, he sees a statue of a man, hanging vertically with his arms spread out from side to side. He has seen this image before, but a very long time ago. Almost like a faded memory. He contemplates whether it was a myth or a legend. As he walks up to the figure, he views the colored glass on the walls and paintings of men with golden orbs around their heads. Now standing adjacent to the statue, he extends his arm with a curious hand to touch the tired looking face of the forgotten man.

Tough on crime, tougher on himself.

The food was too spicy.

That's great, because I cry before, after, and during sex.

I was in Barnes and Noble seven days ago with a fresh twenty dollar bill in my hand. Upon searching Rock/Pop F for some time, I came across Over-nite Sensation by multi-ethnic songwriter Frank Zappa. In a matter of seconds, my gaze was directed to Pieces Of The People We Love by post-punk revival quartet The Rapture. After weighing my options for a bit, I purchased the aforementioned Zappa album. And, now, a week later I find myself neglecting Over-nite Sensation and downloading most of Pieces Of The People We Love.

I need emotional support. Fucking go.