"tm silverclaw"
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"tm silverclaw"
His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.
"You can get married and still eat a lot of meat."
"... I didn't know that."
You see me now, a veteran
Of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long
Where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at
And far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I'm not sure if there's anything left of me
I'm escaping to the one place that hasn't been corrupted by capitalism: SPACE!
Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all! Nothing at all! NNNOTHING AT ALL!
Stupid Sexy Flanders.
Finally, someone knows what my username actually means.
Yeah, that's pretty much how I look when I wake up in the mornings.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morningOn a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles, grumblingInto a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and stipulate,Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,And hooptiously drangle me,With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don't!
