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okay, this is fun. it's an LJ markov generator.

this is what it gave me:
1 lioness 1 learns from this, and just tears the head off a camel in half. lioness 2, wanting some variety, and possibly feeling congested, goes for a koala. bad move, lioness! koala rips you the fuck in half! rip rip! he's all fucked up on the street and greets you. Quickly! what kind of hat? and finally, how does the fish greet you? oh, gender might be pertinent too. past 36 hours: 19h45m work 2h20m sleep 1h20m class alright, at least one mr. clean. but i should sleep soon. i need to find a doctor. but not until i

i am easily amused, you know.

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right. so. virginia.

i am disappointed.

read penknife's post about the "Marriage Affirmation Act. unless you already have.

look, it's just more fucked up shit that makes me want to secede. again. like every piece of news i am exposed to. i'm just... real pissed about the stupidity of humanity. and... i'm gonna shut up. there are people who say things more clearly and.. . with much better rhetoric. so i'll let them. maybe i'll point y'all their way when i notice something. i suppose this would be something like that.

(i found this through margoeve)

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Something my friend James wrote, inspired by this article

Memorandum re: Bring on the Bling

Mr. Morgan,

After review by our exceedingly white, sheltered, clueless stars, we must request that the track be reviewed and redone in order to provide the sort of "street cred" associated with the Olsen twins.

We recently held a meeting attended by Ms. Olsen & Ms. Olsen, the producers, their Olsen family matriarch, and a collection of prepubescent suburban white girls we found at Claire's Boutique, and did you the favor of quantifying our desire for the final version of the song.

Please add 32% more blackness to the track, while maintaining accessibility to our core audience of spoiled cheerleaders who thought "Good Burger" was a documentary of urban plight.

Thank you in advance for you tireless efforts. We look forward to hearing the revised version.

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look, i have no choice.

rasputin's penis

(30 cm)

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"FATMOUSE IS THE NEW SCIENCE OF MATHEMATICS. THE FATMOUSE THEOREM IS:
FATMOUSE + YOU = FATMOUSE
THE PROOF OF THIS THEOREM IS MANIFEST IN FATMOUSE. FOR ANY NUMBER N, FATMOUSE IS GREATER THAN N. YOUR MATH TEXTBOOKS HAVE ALREADY BEEN SHREDDED FOR BEDDING."

thank you, deathboy.

you have done brought me some fatmouse enlightenment.

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sabertooth airport melons.

i feel weird. drowsy. foggy. and my balance is off.

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oh, and you should read the preview of warren ellis' take on fantastic four:

http://www.milehighcomics.com/firstlook/marvel/ultff/


sometimes i forget that not everyone i know watches ellis like a hawk. which is why it is necessary to occasionally coat the distinguished gentleman in flourescent paint, glitter, shards of mirrors, and tie a police light to his head. because then non-hawks can easily find him. on the serengeti. his natural habitat. i'm gonna stop typing any sentence now. i promise. really. it's coming. no, really, i'll be quiet again soon.

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uh.

fuck for forest dot com

not safe for work.

thanks be to flemco