Thursday, December 31, 2009

We may get away with it for a while, but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.

The siren song of unreason more sonorous and attractive. Where have we heard it before?

The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The Demons begin to stir.

oh hey pig


Anonymous said...

stop trying to be poetic fag!

bork hams said...

we waited for them to start selling 4 loco at 7 am..

chizzackle said...

is the pig missing some chiclets? and everyone knows that power malt makes you all sappy.