disenchanted

I've been working on my Five-Point Palm Exploding Heart Techique, and I mightcould finally be able to kill someone with my bare hands.

RAWK!

...that is, after I gimpy-limp on over to 'em, of course.

I done gone and got myself a small tear in my calcaneofibular ligament and have strained my lateral talocalcaneal ligament.

It hurts like bitch and, when I am able, I can only hobble around with the gimp-limp.

Fargin sneaky bastage of a ramp!

Oo, baby, I like it raaaawwww...

*sniff*

No more ODB. Damn.

I be illin'.

I don't know what's wrong with me - whether it's blood sugar related or digestion or some sort of bug - but I feel a bit like shit.

"Freedom is free of the need to be free."
-George Clinton, Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow, 1971

It's time to bring back groups like The Black Panther Party and get our fight on!

There goes the muthafuckin' neighborhood.

I'm completely flabberghasted by this election.

Saddness.

Shit!

I'm far, far better at expressing myself in writing as opposed to the spoken word. It's really annoyingly strange of me.

The Boston fucking Red Sox have won themselves a World Series Championship, which means that the Apocalypse is officially upon us.

It's in the the bible, I just know it.

That's awesomer than shit.

Out of the blue, peanuts trigger migraine headaches in me.

Fuuuuuuck.