dot_dot_dot_iest_rice_age paste! it's coming soon. everything will be spliced. when it hits, your pillowcases will swerve and flap, pardon, in the streets like handpicked skittle venison. gnus will run rampant in your attics, pining for your sleep potatoes, begging for the hot sun. the mayor will grunt the basis from his lamp. lassos will gather round the casseroles of jamaica linguica FICA-proof that's so kool! we'll all get the second middle name of 'ruckus-mabronsky'. anything that was widely considered factual will become so stupid retarded. nevermind, that's possible. you will be merry via the bacon sled of girth. pine trees shant alligate, repverb!, the other trees though, thoughtlessly or not, but may gilamonst, repverb!, the leaves from all hands grappling monkeybar extractions, vice versa or rehydrated. i'll eat assorted seashells covered in dogshit margarine with a spork and a leather bib from my neck to my balls. 020929 ... joy division? IIIIIII am living in the rice age... 020929 what's it to you? who go blather from