baphomatic

they can go so far, until they can't can't get off what they brought, nope, not a shard of R6 to inflict any sobering demi-urgical arecebo implant, because the Bach brandengurg concerto #3 is the first song, the first track on the recordings launched into space on the Voyager probe, the farthest known manmade artifact, leaving our solar system, possibly to be intercepted by an extra-terrestrial intelligence... I think they should have used the song "Shaving Legs With a Tape" that way the aliens would have known earth was too worthless to invade that way we wouldn't have all this shit happening all the tiime, I enjoy my present incarnation, just as a disclaimer gaytanic rap snacks pay-off, boooooo-ugggggggggghhhhhhhh, as useless as god, the twilight of sullen britches once suspended by arcane girders gilded with swarms of sunsets, creaking until carnal visage punctures the traveling-matte-painting membrane and the ruptured vibrance sputters into neon cyclones of fragrant ash... I wish the Nothing would have swallowed fantasia, sebastion, the virgin princess, atrayu, artex and even morla the ancient one and all of his geriatric-onset nihilism, there's nothing anywhere, not one bit of, it guided by the shimmer of my puckery-pink fourteenish boy-asshole cause if you don't have anything nice to say then say fluffy kitten scrotum!