there is a reason I love Aaron McGruder.
[edit: sheeeeeeyat, it cut the last panel off. it just says "I don't do political humor."]
I realized upon waking this morning that I forgot to put that Pixies song on the compilation. you would not believe the things I realize upon waking. not long ago I realized the etymology of the word "vegan" when I woke up. and often I realize things about the souls of humanity.
it. ain't. pretty.
earlier today I woke up from a dream involving jello and tiny spoons and a mattress on the floor in someone else's apartment. and as I usually do to people, I screamed FUCK YOU at this person while I was angry and he was ignoring me watching tv. so I went to the mall with my brother and we nearly died in three snowy tornadoes. I went back to sleep.
my dear dear friend Gustav is in China training to be all shaolin-esque and shiznit and having all kinds of realizations. he's kind of a mystical spiritual wonderful person anyway but today he is dwelling on the topic of God having an orgasm.
"What I would like to experience is God having an orgasm. A giant, multiple, toe-curling, leg-cramping, wallbanging, top of the lungs screaming orgasm. Because, God is in all of us, and we are in her, and that's one way of saying we are all just part of each other and not separate, in a way in which our minds cannot even fathom. And so I believe that this would be a mind bogglingly amazing sensation. Countries would unite, people would unite and take care of each other, like Dexter Holland said to do that people packed night at wembley.
Supreme being. Curling. Toes!"
fuck, I miss that boy. he's not even ashamed of quoting Dexter Holland in a paragraph about an orgasmic deity. geh.
I really don't understand the appeal of Olive Garden. I guess there is a book called Cerulean Blues and one called Obsidian Butterfly and here I am naming compilations after both and neither. I am teh cheese.
and squirmy.. and bored.. and. it's Good Friday; do you know where your savior is?
[edit: sheeeeeeyat, it cut the last panel off. it just says "I don't do political humor."]
I realized upon waking this morning that I forgot to put that Pixies song on the compilation. you would not believe the things I realize upon waking. not long ago I realized the etymology of the word "vegan" when I woke up. and often I realize things about the souls of humanity.
it. ain't. pretty.
earlier today I woke up from a dream involving jello and tiny spoons and a mattress on the floor in someone else's apartment. and as I usually do to people, I screamed FUCK YOU at this person while I was angry and he was ignoring me watching tv. so I went to the mall with my brother and we nearly died in three snowy tornadoes. I went back to sleep.
my dear dear friend Gustav is in China training to be all shaolin-esque and shiznit and having all kinds of realizations. he's kind of a mystical spiritual wonderful person anyway but today he is dwelling on the topic of God having an orgasm.
"What I would like to experience is God having an orgasm. A giant, multiple, toe-curling, leg-cramping, wallbanging, top of the lungs screaming orgasm. Because, God is in all of us, and we are in her, and that's one way of saying we are all just part of each other and not separate, in a way in which our minds cannot even fathom. And so I believe that this would be a mind bogglingly amazing sensation. Countries would unite, people would unite and take care of each other, like Dexter Holland said to do that people packed night at wembley.
Supreme being. Curling. Toes!"
fuck, I miss that boy. he's not even ashamed of quoting Dexter Holland in a paragraph about an orgasmic deity. geh.
I really don't understand the appeal of Olive Garden. I guess there is a book called Cerulean Blues and one called Obsidian Butterfly and here I am naming compilations after both and neither. I am teh cheese.
and squirmy.. and bored.. and. it's Good Friday; do you know where your savior is?
starfior:
Good Friday. THE START OF THE ZOMBIE LORD RESSURECTION CEREMONY HAS BEGUN!!!!!!!!