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Let's Burn This Mother to the GROUND

Humanity is so easily cowed, at what point do you suppose that there will be a groundswell for just giving up and turning the whole planet into a goddamn non-stop New Year's orgy of sex and booze and karaoke?  Tell me that just this second when you read that, you didn't get a little jolt of Fuck Yes.  You did.  You did and you liked the way it made you feel.  Pervert.

Never in the history of mankind have we been more aware of one another, the world around us, the future and the possibilities for death and destruction.  It's awesome in so many ways, and scary in just a few.  Eventually people will run from their churches and say, "If there is a God, he better show his face soon and he sure as HELL better be in High Def."

I think I'm fixated on this lately because according to all signs from reality television, people are getting infinitely more delusional.  And delusional is the optimistic option.  Dumber than a box of knit ties is the pessimistic view.  Tomaytoe, tomahtoe.

Ahhhh, I dunno.  I just really want to watch the shit fall apart for some reason.  I think many of us are coming out of the other side of fear.  You live in fear, or the constant bombardment of disaster, and you become fatalistic.  It's what happened in the Middle East and Africa long ago.  They're the early adopters in the market on fatalism. 

Wow, this is a peppy post all of the sudden.  Anyway: booze, sex and maybe some drugs and nude teenage cheerleader pyramids.  Let's pencil it in for two weeks from this Saturday.  BYONTCP.

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I loaned my nude teenage cheerleader pyramids to the elementary school around the corner.

I seriously (SERIOUSLY) think that humans will be calling it quits sometime in the next century. So it's really a testament to my laziness that I can't be bothered to stockpile SHIT. If it all falls down and I'm still in it, I call dibs on your basement. I'll bring the fingerless gloves.

I know you said to bring your own, but if you throw in the pyramid---yes, it needs to be the nude teenage cheerleading type, then I'm all in.

Sounds like you've been listening to a little too much Tool, but that's o.k. I couldn't agree more! And, could you lend me a NTCP? I'll pay you back later...

Dumber than a box of knit ties would be the nice thing to say. Don't you know how many people watch Oprah?

Matt, is there such a thing as too much Tool? Exactly.

Oh wait. You're talking about something totally different, aren't you?

I shiver to think what people though of as a "life's purpose" before they could spend their days on this planet desparately seeking to increase their scores on increasingly complicated video games. Oh yeah, they were stacking up naked teenage cheerleaders. In those days there were called wenches, but wenchstacking does have a lot to do with bringing us, culturally, to the heights we now occupy...

Absolutely on target!

There is no such thing as "too much Tool!!!" >_<'

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