March 15th, 2010

  • roybot

The Truth

Forgive me father for I have Sinned. I am pained. I am confused.
My beliefs have been brought into question by my peers.
My own faith has begun to falter. It was all so clear before.
It all made sense. Each day had meaning and purpose.
Guidance was always there, in the writing. Now, I see another path.
I do not know if it is the true way, but nevertheless,
I am compelled by it's simplicity.

.5 is The Truth.

Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire)
  • roybot

telve that denue

once there was tootle named fig. was approximately 1" inch, a greedy little bug. 8foot plaster projection. the tool shed of the mind. what is inside? mind mower, mind seed, mind shovel, mind arc welder. HAY COOL. zzzap

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

ort

spongy mouzockul tendrals flywthweather faornagar fortweather busssy bee la la la square carpet creation, assemble patches of dank, soak, lap, medical tape. snake veins. plush remainder. extruded arch. eyelid window. ladnedule. twist twist the umbrella in the rain. labbs and labbs and labbs and labbs and labbs it just wafts. ssssssssss. laptop bvoofiose

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker