September 1st, 2007

  • roybot

you're crazy. utterly insane.

this post is not here. this post is not there. i am not here. you are not here. you are in an insane asylum. this is a lie. you're lying to yourself. this is your subconscious mind speaking to you through the hallucinations. you're insane. you're in that padded cell screaming nonsense. you can't stop screaming. the doctor is coming. he's got a needle in his hand with glowing green liquid in it. you're not going to like this. you're not going to like this at all. snap out of it. please just stop.

  • roybot

drinking song (IT'S DRINKING THE WATER!!!!)

o wat was dar once teh sailor ship,
aroom poopoo pa pa pa.
o wat das dar hir wat whence when,
zoom crop moola strada.

somethibng barump do dee da dump
clem tuduloodue deee,
clam thankUma'am
rumbplebumple sam
cat in the hat
hjello a 'alam kazammmmeee



o wat was das whence go sailore shippe
cloome lambe clamba lumar main
zimm zamm zamme, thxuma'am
collectivist insurance mal;arky

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

lax infodrome

sphere of influence. influence of compliance. compliance of reliance. digital borigidal. incredibly special animated gif.

delightful sensation taste easy. it all can be yours, for less than the price of free. entropy is on me. hamble trefimble macwat yo, k?

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot


I wake up, in this small room again and again. Sometimes I wake up and wonder why I'm not out yet. I've lost track of the time and I'm wondering why the fuck my light has been dimmed. Maybe it was someone being kind to me while I slept. Poorly microwaved TV dinners and a small glass of water. Let me the FUCK OUT OF HERE ALREADY I HAVEN'T DONE A FUCKING THING. Several formalities have been taken already, I know you people come to see me occasionly but what you need to do is hurry up so I can stop myself from going insane. It's not too bad... I exagerate. At least, in this room, I can think... think about the outside world with a whole new perspective. After more sleeping my limbs ache. They protest as much as my mind does with the poor conditions... I tell the people that I understand and that it is necessary, but necessary for what exactly? Trying to help? Finally a door opens and light comes flooding into the room.

"We're releasing you"


Thank fuck for that.

Posted by Mahjong The Wisest