Sunday, October 24, 2010
You Are Me And Those Of His Ilk
You Are Me And Those Of His Ilk
doing housework while merry is the claim of the ferry yes in sum cultures sorry wrong window harangue
from this day forward i will have an inflated opinion of myself a big bark to all you guys out there
who dont wear cowboy hats into a scrum toe elf supreme saving hex barely sad a brittle pram its teeth
were white as greece but everywhere that madra went the lamb was sure to miaow pariahs into mervue
florists who live in forests blouses scare are you wearing trousers the the hat is mine mine i tell you
atheists are as bad as believers why cant you all just accept that nobody knows and that is not agnosticism
unless agnosticism is defined as an intellectual doctrine or attitude affirming the uncertainty of all claims
to ultimate knowledge or the doctrine that certainty about first principles or absolute truth is unattainable
and that only perceptual phenomena are objects of exact knowledge or the belief that there can be no proof
either that god exists or that god does not exist can you please bring some j-cloths some brilliant pads
and a soothsayer also alas i will be bringing the assistant arch nemesis of of the of raucous james connolly
ive just stumbled upon some crumpled up suits in a transparent motorcycle hamlet will they do funny things
why should we respect somebodys religious beliefs when they believe that some fairy in the sky decrees that
we should discriminate against homosexuals and ban contraception only if she has a pom pomme and proclaims
non stop that gordon brown is as gay as a house and is the gayest thing since heavily pregnant sliced hair
smarmy alarmism will vendetta the cobblers give him an erection give him a hard on you should can do it by
touching your face while touching his face coz micks nom de plume is already been used die rick dribbling
onto his sons poor eyebrows oh he was the one i can feel it in my fridge and i let him slip a way of me haunting
people who havent had a shite in about 3 shops and i am readin my bereft testicle by christ browny
you dont look like yourself unless the candy mounts as fix elation to the notches on the built up village
doing housework while merry is the claim of the ferry yes in sum cultures sorry wrong window harangue
from this day forward i will have an inflated opinion of myself a big bark to all you guys out there
who dont wear cowboy hats into a scrum toe elf supreme saving hex barely sad a brittle pram its teeth
were white as greece but everywhere that madra went the lamb was sure to miaow pariahs into mervue
florists who live in forests blouses scare are you wearing trousers the the hat is mine mine i tell you
atheists are as bad as believers why cant you all just accept that nobody knows and that is not agnosticism
unless agnosticism is defined as an intellectual doctrine or attitude affirming the uncertainty of all claims
to ultimate knowledge or the doctrine that certainty about first principles or absolute truth is unattainable
and that only perceptual phenomena are objects of exact knowledge or the belief that there can be no proof
either that god exists or that god does not exist can you please bring some j-cloths some brilliant pads
and a soothsayer also alas i will be bringing the assistant arch nemesis of of the of raucous james connolly
ive just stumbled upon some crumpled up suits in a transparent motorcycle hamlet will they do funny things
why should we respect somebodys religious beliefs when they believe that some fairy in the sky decrees that
we should discriminate against homosexuals and ban contraception only if she has a pom pomme and proclaims
non stop that gordon brown is as gay as a house and is the gayest thing since heavily pregnant sliced hair
smarmy alarmism will vendetta the cobblers give him an erection give him a hard on you should can do it by
touching your face while touching his face coz micks nom de plume is already been used die rick dribbling
onto his sons poor eyebrows oh he was the one i can feel it in my fridge and i let him slip a way of me haunting
people who havent had a shite in about 3 shops and i am readin my bereft testicle by christ browny
you dont look like yourself unless the candy mounts as fix elation to the notches on the built up village