If God is dead, you killed Him.



Take a shot at fustian logorrhea:


Them
Label

Location

Words









Egotistic Tendencies
RuthFace
RuthNoise























 
 
Humans
Aaron
Chris
Darren
Goliath
Jeanne
Jo-uh-oh
Jolandi
Jono corecore
Marina
Megsea
Mike
Rach Tea
Reuben the Brother
Tim
Timothy
Val
Yanni


These Might Change Your Life
It's Truth
Relevant
Irrelativity
Colossians Three Sixteen
Burnside Writers Collective
Mcsweeney's
The Haggis-On-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance




























Archaic


















Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Friday, March 24, 2006  
If you are what you eat, I am Very Premium Waterthins Parmesan and Garlic Cheese Twists
The ears are feeding on Donnybrook! - Check Your Chest (no, it isn't a dodgy song)

Oh, how the pervasive odour of garlic penetrates my soul and pierces it with pungent arrows of anguish.

I wish that sentence sounded a bit cooler. Anyway, I got to watch Anchorman last night and it wasn't all that great. I still can't decide if I like it or not.

Yesterday was good, Wednesday was good, Monday was good... There really isn't much to say, is there? I haven't been taking pictures either.

...So bye bye!

11:26

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