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Dude
that's a totally fake pic.
Fake Party.
Don't you have any real friends?
Before you respond...blow up the picture...I did.
martin, dude, it's real! I was there.
It does look fake. Unless your house has been twisted on it's east-west axis, this pic is impossible.
Having said that, I still believe that you do have real friends.
I agree bienencore. maybe the people exist but have never been to that house. maybe everyone knows each other but not at the same time. does that make it wrong? who are we to be judgey. could be our HOST is some kind of fuckin freaky asteroid...i dunno. save me.
i'm not into the whole "voice of god" thing, but you all are going to have to accept the fact that there are things in this universe that exist outside of whatever meagre paradigms you've developed to protect yourselves from its awesomeness.
and yes, my home's axis is entirely warped. the clocks run backwards, as do all television programs and the radio only transmits rants from al capone, circa '31.
well said, CB
you kick it brah.
As Hank Fonda says in Sergio Leone's Once upon a time in The West:
"Trust you? How can I trust someone who wears suspenders and a belt. How can I trust a man who doesn't trust his own pants".
Nice try babycakes! Meagre paradigms. You're the one who is trying to conjure his own elusive identity by assigning seemingly random thoughts, photos and lists (lists!) to be read and dismembered by a bunch of strangers, in the vile and pathetic hope that someone will turn around and tell you who you are. Meagre paradigms my ass.
ok, first, i hate 'babycakes'. and yes, i am, as you say "assigning seemingly random thoughts, photos and lists (lists!) to be read and dismembered by a bunch of strangers, in the vile and pathetic hope that someone will turn around and tell you who you are".
and more.
Babycakes, Babycakes, Babycakes, Babycakes, Babycakes. And more.
cb, you don't need a bunch of strangers to tell you who you are, we can SEE who you are. Your paradigm isn't new.
i like the stranger dynamic.
I thought the stranger dynamic refered to bacon packaging, cb. Your all over your own paradigmatic map today. How's a reader to follow?
it's the ornette.
harsh, bienencore. your pseudonym may grant you cover, for the moment, but you'll be eating 'babycakes' for breakfast if i find out who you are! :)
Are babycakes mostly baby or mostly cake? Mmmmmmmmm.
i was at the party. it rocked. c rocks.
babycakes.
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