well, i've got some advice for you little buddy
Before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man,
and if I'm the man,
then you're the man,
and he's the man as well
so you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass
~~~
there i was, out and about on my errands, unknowing, unsuspecting. just putting tire (ire?) to road, foot to pavement and ice, trying to get a better angle, make it all better somehow, find that goddamn panacea of the elusive good life. little did i know, nay, little would i have ever guessed, if given a hundred million extra cycles on a thousand extra processors, that silently in the shadows, an invisible force was waiting to waylay me. good fortune it seems is not brave, doesn't wear shiny armor, challenge you to a duel, and salute before engagement. good fortune carries no banners, holds no gilded silver trumpets. no, it seems quite the opposite, that it waits hooded and cloaked, along the highways of life, with a tigerpit prepared and a cudgel for good measure, just waiting for you ( no wait Me) to be in the right place at the right time, to strike suddenly from the shadows, manifesting itself abruptly and without anything more than the subtle wind of a skull bound swinging club.
in shorter, less thematic, and infinitely less interesting terms, yesterday was a nice day, surprisingly so.
Before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man,
and if I'm the man,
then you're the man,
and he's the man as well
so you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass
~~~
there i was, out and about on my errands, unknowing, unsuspecting. just putting tire (ire?) to road, foot to pavement and ice, trying to get a better angle, make it all better somehow, find that goddamn panacea of the elusive good life. little did i know, nay, little would i have ever guessed, if given a hundred million extra cycles on a thousand extra processors, that silently in the shadows, an invisible force was waiting to waylay me. good fortune it seems is not brave, doesn't wear shiny armor, challenge you to a duel, and salute before engagement. good fortune carries no banners, holds no gilded silver trumpets. no, it seems quite the opposite, that it waits hooded and cloaked, along the highways of life, with a tigerpit prepared and a cudgel for good measure, just waiting for you ( no wait Me) to be in the right place at the right time, to strike suddenly from the shadows, manifesting itself abruptly and without anything more than the subtle wind of a skull bound swinging club.
in shorter, less thematic, and infinitely less interesting terms, yesterday was a nice day, surprisingly so.
and by the way, they were pesky CLONING vampire nazi zombies. totally different situation.