Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Old myths re-'hashed'

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"Where there is the will to power, there is not love."

     - James Hollis

"The real test of your conspiracy theorizing would be if you got off marijuana for ten days," quoth the GrandArbiter/analrapist.  

"The real test of my conspiracy theorizing would be if you read my blog," muttered the Young Apprentice matter-of-factly.

"Demarinoid him!" shouted the crowd.  

"Is there any other way to prove it to them?” the Young Apprentice prayed fervently.

"Demarinoid him!" they shouted all the louder, and they took away his bud and bud butter indefinitely. 

And so it was that the brave, young chemtrail crusader was denied by his family, denied by his peers, all.

And only two of the lesser-known (even unto themselves) Alchemists at the university supported his conspiracy theorizing and cannabis use therebothforewith concommittantly.  

And the Young Apprentice bore a crown of thorns,

And marinoid though he wasn't, the Young Apprentice he did suffer greatly.  

"Oh, father, why have you fortoken me?"  he shouted.

After ten days, the Young Apprentice realized he was in the belly of the Sarlacc, and wished dearly for a whale.

"In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering as you are slowly digested over a thousand years," the words thundered in his head.

The Young Apprentice was slowly wasting away, but his will to survive was indomitable. 

Crawling out of the sandy pit, he found himself alone in the blistering desert sun with a migraine and without any skin. 

"Well, you know what they say, don't you?" the Young Apprentice muttered to himself.

"What's that?" he muttered back.

"When your dad gives you Darth, make Luke out of life!"


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"Yoda" - "Weird Al" Yankovic

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