the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: PIZZA PAWNS PRAWNS IN PORN
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2011/06/pizza-pawns-prawns-in-porn.html
Friday, June 24, 2011. PIZZA PAWNS PRAWNS IN PORN. PIZZA PARTY UP THIS BITCH. At this point in time, there's NO LONGER a STURDY proportion to the word RANDOM. What is random, is what's funny. And what's funny, is when you laugh. AND WITH THAT SENTENCE ALONE ; I HAVE, will, was, were, would forever be TIME-WARPING. I am at a state, of KNOWING EVERYTHING, without even doing ANYTHING. Thus, GOOGLE (yes, your office is awesome ; you better let me enter it one day or the other). THUS, A BUILDING IS SAVED.
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2011/06/pizza-party-up-this-bitch-at-this-point.html
Friday, June 24, 2011. PIZZA PARTY UP THIS BITCH. At this point in time, there's NO LONGER a STURDY proportion to the word RANDOM. What is random, is what's funny. And what's funny, is when you laugh. AND WITH THAT SENTENCE ALONE ; I HAVE, will, was, were, would forever be TIME-WARPING. I am at a state, of KNOWING EVERYTHING, without even doing ANYTHING. Thus, GOOGLE (yes, your office is awesome ; you better let me enter it one day or the other). THUS, A BUILDING IS SAVED. Because with what I've learned,...
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: November 2009
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html
Tuesday, November 3, 2009. Spleen Split By Splinters Spins In The Litter. I'm not even what the mirror reflects to be. In my mind, walks and talks the little me,. In a form that you would never see. See, something as spontaneous as that can't come from my own sane awareness. It must be Bob. You don't just grow outside of me, your roots must have struck deep inside my skull. Love is to let go. Holy noodles, the cheese from the last paragraph could've fed the whole world, for a year, and a half.
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2011/12/imagine-your-own-advenchah.html
Thursday, December 8, 2011. IMAGINE YOUR OWN ADVENCHAH. You're a half-dragon breed. Yes, it's pretty awesome on one note, but it gets pretty depressing when you spurt out live fire when you have a sneezing fit. You have a split tongue too, which would only backfire the teasing, back to you if you were to stick out your tongue to someone. You have tiny wings to provide you with impermanent flight. Yes, you'd only hover for a certain amount of time, you're still a kid dragon. Horns? You're right, it IS a s...
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: September 2009
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html
Tuesday, September 22, 2009. Damned Dame Of Dimsdalle. One of these days, this, THIS, would drag me down a spiraling abyss of pitch-black despair. Which I'll never be able to get up from, or see sunlight ever again. Or see that ray of sun, as a radioactive beam of skin-melting damnation. But , since things you would normally derive from logic has been contradicting itself now, you have to be extra careful. And careful as in, stripping every living flesh of trust from the meat of rationality. I used to re...
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: July 2011
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html
Saturday, July 30, 2011. Kidnapped Napkins Napping A Nap. MOVE THE FUCK OUT. Do not mind the previous few posts, of which I wrote when I was eligible to be strapped in a straightjacket and be shoved in an asylum. I am sane, or maybe partly, who am I, to evaluate oneself. Who is anyone, who'd try to judge oneself with no third-party judge. I feel drained lately too. This sucks. I wish to be in a better frame of life soon. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Kidnapped Napkins Napping A Nap. View my complete profile.
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: Kidnapped Napkins Napping A Nap.
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2011/07/kidnapped-napkins-napping-nap.html
Saturday, July 30, 2011. Kidnapped Napkins Napping A Nap. MOVE THE FUCK OUT. Do not mind the previous few posts, of which I wrote when I was eligible to be strapped in a straightjacket and be shoved in an asylum. I am sane, or maybe partly, who am I, to evaluate oneself. Who is anyone, who'd try to judge oneself with no third-party judge. I feel drained lately too. This sucks. I wish to be in a better frame of life soon. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Kidnapped Napkins Napping A Nap.
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: December 2009
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html
Wednesday, December 23, 2009. Blue Heu To Boo Who. For a guy who updates his blog as often as a hobo changes his underwear and suddenly gets bothered enough into reviewing a movie, the movie has got to be something. AND SOMETHING, DEFINITELY IT DOGGAMN WAS. I'm talking about,. And if more specifically, in glorious 3D. Little did I expect, the moment I put those funky glasses on, I left earth. I swore the goddamn seat propelled itself out of the cosmos, and into the jaw-melting world of Pandora. Only to r...
the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com
FLATULENCE ON FIRE: January 2010
http://the-moustache-massacre.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html
Monday, January 4, 2010. Two Thousand Ten Tools, Thorns, And Tins. Can you believe it? Can you believe that Hitler only had one testis. And even with his singular seed-maker, he did far more devastation than any ol' regular pair of ball bearers could ever unleash. Unbelievableh. I can't believe how frikkin' fast 2009 took a dump, flushed it and disappear forever too. Is it just me, or time is getting faster, day by day, year by year, stomach by stomach? I'm turning 20 this year. Which doesn't stand for ;.
