February 13th, 2010

  • roybot

bunt

it's tough to linguisticly capture the sensation of melting into a background of red and blue zeppelins, but somehow i'm managing it. the planar sensors in my face are going open-circuit. thank god, the shimmery synth noises have arrived. they are brittle and crystelline. SNAP! break a piece of sound off. use it like a qtip. consciousness modulus. how would robocop handle it? perhaps via taking a bus to honolulu, hawaii. what's up with hawaii names anyway? it's all like oooiii'a'iaia of the iiia;a;a;ira you know? sucka got a hardon for upspikes logarithmic i's. as i am not a linguistic botanist, i am unable to speculate how starting conditions produce this particular chaos.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

black box foto sesh

digital felt, post it to the internet withj hot glue. i want telephotos, but the charging demands it. electronic devices can be so confusing. monolithic constructions of atoms, juggernauts aside carbonides. a machine that makes books.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

unnamed concept

this shit is harping on a major blob. i'm reconstructing some complicated fractals -- the projections are ballin outta control, as hyperfukbot might say. it's hard to write this out as a properly multifaceted sentence. my concept is a nebulous, multi-colored cloud of something-or-other contained within some sort of 3D geometric structure, but i don't have a proper word for it. i'm forced to employ drastic analogies like the previous, making them work long hours without overtime pay or health benefits. if someone can get me a good line on 80s shirts, let me know.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

spin, spin, spin, $10

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here in the tcpiptubes we are reporting on the maximal funt of mulholland (no hay banda) and the minimalistic markov process ('ho foods)

in helvetica news, the comic sans attacked serif forces on the border of Baes Lian. Descenders of the counter forces declined to comment.

Posted by Mr. The Plague (mastar of teh gibson)
  • roybot

heavy-handed rug advertisement

parchance thee happen upon an eloquent banana, thrice thine picklesnatcher be blessed, for thee tankard doth overflow with the riches of arabian rugs at unbelievably low prices. legends tell of such wonders, hap'd upon by bargain seekers of yore. but, terribly is the man that picks his nose after sunset, for the three-armed god watka watches disapprovingly. newark pintos and all sorts of almighty magical flash meted out with that typically overstated divine justice. pick your nose after sunset? death. scratch your balls during prayer? death. masturbate? death. so, you understand when we say that you'd better not miss out on these deals.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker