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My own little corner online, where I can hide all my belly-button lint.
I think I can stick links in here...
It appears so!
I never liked that archive crap anyway.
Maybe i should organize these into sections...
Yeah, that would be cool.
Artists to worship:
Cam
Robert Venosa
Alex Gray
M.C. Escher
Stanlislav Szukalski
Zdzislaw freaking
Beksinski
Rene Magritte
Honore Fragonard (now mostly translated!)
Senor Zar
Ex-Python animator
Mr. Bird could beat up your mother AND a dinosaur
Ernst Fuchs (fyooks, you asshat)
Don't let your kids listen to:
TOOL
SOAD
Cornell+RATM
Big Dumb Face
White/Rob Zombie
Collective Soul
Ozomatli
Damn pretentious Canadians
Queens of the Stone Age
People with the misfortune of knowing me:
Teh GOAT!
Teh STAB?
Teh w00tFr3d!!1!
McNugget.
Someone I don't really know but has good taste in TOOL, err, music.
My sister was dropped on her head.
The rest of my friends have too much self-respect for an online presence.
We dn't need no stikning spellchecker!
Fine, I'll archive this crap:
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There is a surrealist Compliment generator here, it's pure gold.
Some examples:
Your nasal linings will last as long as the skin of rocks, thrust enigmatically upon a distant shorline of mating beetles.
You so truly know your inner plankton, it is a revelation not unlike discovering an impacted toll booth upon the plains of Patagonia.
Your brother's chicken coop is as abundunt as the home port of the U.S. Navy's Sixth Fleet.
Your skin emanates such a porcelain sheen that I am tempted to stamp WC across your bosom and under your armpits.
Maybe it's just me, but this makes a lot more sense than some of the lines i actually hear people use.
posted by Travis @
9:32 PM
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