- and then all my molecules exploded into a giant mushroom cloud type explosion that blew a chunk of earth off setting the orbit off by enought to send it hurtling into the sun to explode in a giant ball of burning gas
Show me the power child,
I'd like to say,
That I'm down on my knees today,
Gives me the butterflies,
Gives me away,
'Til I'm up on my feet again,
I'm feeling outshined.
When then, a C'tan, a star god of death attack the Matrix, then the C'tan spoke to me. It said "I am Nightbringer, destroyed of worlds!" Then a necron army appered and I...
Was winked out of existance as the big man (Whoever that is for you) pulled the plug on the Matrix and lauged a large, booming laugh. And all the evil aliens cheered.
- Not a serious part of the story -
Circy's severed, balding head, It spit at me, so I tried to run, but it started floating towards me. It was then that I picked a piece of foil out of my pocket and said, "Look, Shiiiiny." And threw it over my head. The balding beast chased after it, and I never saw it again
And all of a sudden, a giant mutant pigmi-goat of doom attack me. It shot lazers from its eyes and burned me to a crisp. I stumbled up in burny-crisp form, and shot monkeys from my eye arm. The monkeys caused all sorts of monkey-like manic doom. The pigmi goat was hit. Blood spurted everywhere. A man from that crappy movie Attila ran in and shouted "The King is Dead!" The guy exploded into a million bloody peices. The shrattnels ripped me up. But the Pigmi Goat morphed into Super Pigmi, and blocked the rest of the shrattnel. It then preceeded to rip me up, until only my spleen, my arm, and my leg were left. Then he blew the world up, and I was sent to the Sun...
Fine Garbage since 2003.
CURRENT PROJECT:
-Paying off a massive amount of debt in college loans.
-Working in television.
when all of the sudden a big cat named ernie with half a left leg shot me with an ak47, my skull blew into little peices and a took off all my clothes and said...
help!, i've fallen and i cant ge....hey, nice carpet!
My long lost friend (From an explosion I think)
called Dished, appeared and stated a reason why the wedding shouldn't
continue between me and the floating picture of Cricy.
And that reason was..
Suddenly, I awoke by my boss shouting something in finnish. I tried to identify my enviroment. I was a detective sitting in my office waiting for my boss to finish his unidentifyable spech.
- What is this about? I said.
- What this is about? he repeated angrily, This is about the asassination of the year, a new laserman running amok, a swiss bank account with plutonium, the centuarys biggest nucleat bussiness and a monkey writing a novel on a skateboard singing "I am sailing" in spanish. This is about...
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