Listen up bro. Listen up gingol Listen up you fat whore ape ding dong ditch doer you whore. I hate you and your family. Everyday I smell you. Everyday I feel you and how you feel how I feel thee is nothing but life after death and there is also nothing but you and me. Come on here come on and let me s ee how you do the thing that i dont do but also do when i dont now listen comprehend ad understand for what comes next is the logical next step of 2 3 even 5 steps from heaven to purgatory back to heaven and then finally to hell. I hate your guts, your clucks, your clocks, your ducks and your fucks and your tut-tut-tuts because to be frank none of them even really begin to make sense to me. This is life. This is so so so life oh my god like for real yo this is insane this is crazy this is stupid epic brother I love what you're doing this deserves my highest honor my greatest technique and reward that's right bubba boya Im talking about st. paul's magical mystery beam the one that comes from South Dakota and gives you a big smile and goes downt o the bar and makes you think and feel and know how it means to understand like a real human being, a nonfictional entity whithin the magical world of earth that resides between mars and venus a place where life dies and die lifes yessir that's really how it be in our slick little slice of the milky way galaxy, our own little itty bitty teeny tiny super duper shrunko funko corner of the local cluster where we take our places of residence. It makes you wonder if one of these days aliens will ever find us and come down to our homes and say to us "Greetings citiznes of planet earths, where's the roombooboonlins from planet x and we're here to give you greetings and an invitation to join the galactic federation of fucks but OOPS as it turns out our space flight capabilities aren't quite there yet no sir it'll only take about another 15000 years before we can fly up to their meeting center on some planet down on the space boonies and that's when they'll say to us "Stupid-ass primates, you unscrewed loocusts, you stolen frozen golden goblins, you came here 12,405 years late" and that's when they'll impose sanctions on us and send their repo men to take away our planet license and you know what that means? That's right bro we're going all in, we're gathering our troops for war cuz they gonna steal our guns, our pots, our people, our brains, our swamp and farmland, our waters and lands too and leave us with nothing but one single tree where albania once was, that place will become like a new garden of eden where that's the only location anyone can live at cuz they got food and water and shelter for all the poor saps who survived the invasion, but all of this postulating is irrelevant cuz those aliens are gonna feel our power baby, they're gonna know what happens when you fuck with us, when you screw with our loos and poo in our flews that fly in the high skies of the domains of birds and storks that they also will fail to steal from us cuz we gonna beat them back to whence they came with our magical medieval tyrannosaurus powers acquired from ancient texts passed down across the generations and that'll be passed down for many many more until eventually our planet is totally claimed by the expanding sun except it wont be because by that point we'll have surely mastered a way to keep the sun from going oopsie and pooping its diaper by containing the gases or whatever the hell the drunk astronomers come up with allowing our galaxy to survive for basically all eternity at least until the heat death of the universe whenever that comes around, although by this point who knows maybe our space people will have come up with an alternate theory that hinges less on the entire universe crapping itself and reverting to a primeval state where no life or matter really can exist and move around because they aint no heat, just like there's no heat down in the antarctic which reminds me of this story my uncle told me
