mutha fuckin test
FIRST: Never be who you say you are
These are the rules of the Post New-Age. And like ALL rules, agree or don't, doesn't matter. We ALL know there are consequences on both sides of the equation. Keep them if you have & you must, or follow my lead & shatter every last mother-fucking one of them. That choice, currently, is yours as much as I would have liked to make it for you.
TRUTH: Always greater; seldom lesser; BUT never ever equal to FACT
Now, if I'm honest here, that one does seem pretty messed up, but I didn't make the rules. How could I? I'm just writing this shit down, just go with it for now.
SEEING: No longer = believing
You got the memo, right? Tell me you got the memo. Dude WTF? Yup. It's an oldie but goodie, so I won't spoil ALL your fun. NOT yet. Details to follow. And way too many. Ok? Ok!
TRUTH, HALF-TRUTH & LIE: A Hands-on Workshop Using Our (Post-New) Gold Standard Method
I'll get around to writing this as soon as (the very same day in fact) psychiatry writes my script for Desoxyn. Would you like to see a Pig fly out of my asshole? Stranger things have already happened.
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In a season of crime none need atone. That I didn't come-up with myself, pretty good though, huh?
But baby can float. Baby can drown. Baby can touch her toes. Toss her hair. Makes you feel you're going nowhere. Baby can dance. Baby can dance. Baby can walk around the town. Attract a man and cut him down. Baby can float. Baby can drown. Baby can touch her toes. Toss her hair. Makes you feel you're going nowhere. -Tin Machine