this weekend was filled with ninja-style antics approaching complete robot destruction. somebody's apartment was trashed in the process. it really isn't the 78 hot dogs we left in various hiding places, or the baffling and disturbing number of shoe horns that migrated into the bathroom. no, it's going to be that solitary bee we tacked up, holding the communist flag up. i'm also certain all the various burn marks can either be painted over, or some kind of solvent will remove them.
and that was thursday night.
drastic times call for drastic measures. it was a kind of intervention, a kind of rebuke. some robots are more powerful than others, and can get stuck in loops impossible. it is a foul thing when you meet someone full of life and adventure reduced to a psychological cripple, a puppet mouthpiece to somebody else's ambitions.
such creatures have to be liberated from their foam shackles - and pronto, houston. because after a while, they're just a puddle of mush and not much more. just a shell of what they used to be, hollowed out, and made to work onwards as a cog for the rest of their lives.
but i've been waning over choosing to always push forward robot destruction or leave it be in a world that's not receptive to my opinions. i think i'm doomed to always be acting on the former but understanding the inevitable truth of the latter. i really don't want to stand around this time and have some pirate motherfucker with bad teeth get in the way.
and that was thursday night.
drastic times call for drastic measures. it was a kind of intervention, a kind of rebuke. some robots are more powerful than others, and can get stuck in loops impossible. it is a foul thing when you meet someone full of life and adventure reduced to a psychological cripple, a puppet mouthpiece to somebody else's ambitions.
such creatures have to be liberated from their foam shackles - and pronto, houston. because after a while, they're just a puddle of mush and not much more. just a shell of what they used to be, hollowed out, and made to work onwards as a cog for the rest of their lives.
but i've been waning over choosing to always push forward robot destruction or leave it be in a world that's not receptive to my opinions. i think i'm doomed to always be acting on the former but understanding the inevitable truth of the latter. i really don't want to stand around this time and have some pirate motherfucker with bad teeth get in the way.
hasselhoff:
Miles is gonna be pissed when he see's his apartment.
llona:
i miss you alan. there needs to be adequate robot destruction soon.