I contemplated the idea of Karma for a half

I contemplated the idea of Karma for a half second until a flying crowbar crashed through my windshield and awakened me again. I took another deep breath and slammed the stick in
my mouth. Karma be damned, this stick of juicy fruit was all I needed to keep me in the present moment. I know longer think about yesterday or tomorrow. I exist in the now
knowing that it was all for... or was it. What was it all for exactly? Naught. Or would it be knot? Perhaps not? Oh who cares? It was all just a dream. A flight of fantasy.
Speaking of fantasy, did you hear about that novel all my goth friends are reading about a dark Emo-prince who brings the gargoyles at Notre Dame to life? They swoop around Paris
taking revenge on all of the pigeons that have antagonized them over the years, hunting them toward the brink of extinction. However, this story is not about pigeons. It is
about Gargoyles who eat Pigeons. Squab may sound exotic buy it has strange properties when it is the sole item of your diet. In fact you end looking like a Gargoyle. Stiffness
in the joints is then followed by a need to hangout in cathedrals. Many a paralyzed troll that sits atop a roof is the result of pigeon ingestion. Medical science has helped by
growing stronger and stronger strains of medicinal marijuana. 4 out of 5 trolls paralyzed by pigeon ingestion report that they couldn't care less after toking a J of
breastmilk. Trolls are known to stand in front of microwaves and snort pounds and pounds of artificial sweetener just to get cancer and be able to legally smoke dope. Trolls don't
care much about themselves. So, without a bit of hesitation I drew Rusty Sanchez from it's sheath and ran towards the troll. A sickening thud rang out and the beast fell, dead.

Started: 2011-02-02 02:40:25
Finished: 2011-07-29 21:53:12

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