Friday, August 18, 2006

one tequila, two tequilas, three tequilas, sore
oh man. today is the perfect time to say this, while i'm all crusty.
perhaps love is the greatest hoax of alltime. we'll do anything for it, absolutely anything: work at walmart, pay our taxes, quit smoking, not bite our nails, even get married. this is fucking crazy, if you think about it. we are being kept down by the worst addiction of all time. free yourself: kill love whereever you see it. killkillkill.

we are being manipulated! love doesn't exist. it's complete fabrication. we're all fucked. you are going to die. your mother is a slut. your precious thoughts are only cellular flatulation. jesus was taunted by centurians singing 'if you're happy and you know it...'. your personality is just a complication made by squirming maggots and love is the consensual lie. killing love is the humane thing to do. killkillkill. either kill it or enslave those who choose to believe in it and become a rich owner of souls.

doom, gloom and despair!!!



how'd i do? is it believable? i thought i came off a bit heavy on the 'killkill' bit... i'm working on it here, it'll soon be hatchet time for love's skinny little chicken neck.

2 comments:

pagno said...

heee heeeeeee! it's like THE BIRTH OF TRAGEDY takes a turn for the worst. nice one.

Jordone said...

Or like Blondie's really a member of the Klan and Tom's a black man in Mississippi