Saturday, February 11, 2006

Sometimes, I just call it a big iron tower of shit and storm out of the room.


Mind you, they pulled out forty-three cubic inches of dust and resin from strangled fans, and a small peaceful colony of elves was found and exterminated in the harddrive, but the scientists at project Makwanza are baffled as to what really happened. For so long it was the terror of Austin, a silver hive of disobedience when so much individuality had fallen to the wayside. Then an evil painter emailed it the worst of kharma, and it died.