Friday, February 8, 2008

When global warming hits,
we'll all have waterfront property.
My mom always wanted waterfront
property, maybe 
she'll finally quit bitching.

10 comments:

Grinning Mouths said...

it's amazing that you just totally summed up my entire week in that little burst of nihilism.

after a week like this, i'm looking forward to a solid weekend of descent, rebellion, and all around hell-raising.

care to join, drin?

imbrilliant said...

OF COURSE I DO!
i'm always up for
eradication & havoc!

in fact, it's a hobby of mine.
:]]

Grinning Mouths said...

excellent. i'll take the gymnasiem and the pep rally. you take the main building and principles office. all teachers will be captured. "your children have taken over, you have been warned."

the represenatives of gluttony will be given 24 hours to vaccuum and shave thier ways, or they will be weeded out and assasinated with a HO to the back of the neck. to conserve bullets. :D

imbrilliant said...

sounds perfect. i've never been to
the pep rally, and i don't like gym
too much, but i definitely could find
my way to the principal's office.

three cheers for subjugating and
annihilating. i know how to use the
P.A. system; what should we blast?

Grinning Mouths said...

the p.a. is up to you. i'm bad with the p.a. i get all naughty with the students.

"uh...huh huh. hey baby. uh, yea. like, this is my revolution. huh huh. wanna...you know. "do it..." uh, i mean...wanna help me out with my anatomy homework? huh huh!"

a total bevis and butthead complex, right there. i can't have the flock thinking their mastermind is a bumbling idiot. i'll be the force, you be the brains!

imbrilliant said...

haha, sounds like a plan to me.
take five, get a good nights
sleep, and we'll start domination
tomorrow, bright and early.

:]

Grinning Mouths said...

you...are kinda awesome :-D

we should so write a book.

like the anarchy cookbook, but about something else.

i'm already sitting on so many book ideas.

someday i'll have to go to jamaica for a few years with a gun, a pack of sandwiches, a guitar, smokes, and a typewriter.

and just space myself the fuck out.

imbrilliant said...

Haha, thank you, as are you. :]

We should write a book; a
collaborative autobiography. I
think it should be written in code
though. Cryptic is the new black,
and that would be epic.

I’d say I’m tagging along with you
to Jamaica, for the prospect of
guns, guitars, cigarettes, and a
type writer is almost too good to
pass up, but I’ve been to Jamaica
before… and, frankly, I wasn’t too
fond of it. Besides, my skin will
burn in a moment. How about
Amsterdam instead? It’s not as
dilapidated and weed is legal!

Grinning Mouths said...

well either way, in my personal opinion, spacing the fuck out is even better when you have people around to share the wealth with!!!

but i doubt i know any codes. we can set it up like this: we swap ideas, i type them up, and when the book is done, you code it up. yea! but a jointed biography? how does that work? do we mention each other, like a bonnie/clyde run-away, or do we meet in between the dirty novels and the philosophy on a dark and stormy night?

imbrilliant said...

haha, goodgood. :]

well, see, that's just the thing.
i don't know any either! so, we'll
just have to make our own up! :]]

i'm uncertain how that works, since
i'm pretty sure there's never been
one written, but we can give it a
shot, right?

(meeting in between the dirty
novels and the philosophy on a
dark and stormy night sounds
fairly alluring, haha :D)