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A quick Sunday round-up for you.
The News of the World reports Arsenal have told a ‘high maintenance’ Sol Campbell that he’s played his last game for the club. No surprises there to be honest. If we were actively trying to sell him last summer before his histrionics there’s no doubt we’ll be trying even harder this time around. Campbell himself is always willing to play the wounded soldier and talks about 8 years of hurt. Right. Drama queen. The People suggests Fulham will make a bid.
Robert Pires says he knew it was time to leave Arsenal when he was substituted after Jens Lehmann’s sending off in the Champions League final. It’s not a ‘blast’ at Arsene Wenger just an intelligent guy explaining why he chose to go to Villarreal. He also talks about the chances of the French squad in the upcoming world cup.
Peter Beardsley says Theo Walcott is, along with Wayne Rooney, the best young player he’s ever seen.
The People says Patrick Vieira wants to return to Arsenal because Juventus might get relegated and he’s been keeping in the touch with Gilles Grimandi. Could he do an Ian Rush and come back after one season ‘abroad’? I doubt it although there’s no doubt we need a midfielder of his general stature and style. Manchester United are also said to be interested if Vieira does decide to come back to England.
The News of the World reports Arsenal have told a ‘high maintenance’ Sol Campbell that he’s played his last game for the club. No surprises there to be honest. If we were actively trying to sell him last summer before his histrionics there’s no doubt we’ll be trying even harder this time around. Campbell himself is always willing to play the wounded soldier and talks about 8 years of hurt. Right. Drama queen. The People suggests Fulham will make a bid.
Robert Pires says he knew it was time to leave Arsenal when he was substituted after Jens Lehmann’s sending off in the Champions League final. It’s not a ‘blast’ at Arsene Wenger just an intelligent guy explaining why he chose to go to Villarreal. He also talks about the chances of the French squad in the upcoming world cup.
Peter Beardsley says Theo Walcott is, along with Wayne Rooney, the best young player he’s ever seen.
The People says Patrick Vieira wants to return to Arsenal because Juventus might get relegated and he’s been keeping in the touch with Gilles Grimandi. Could he do an Ian Rush and come back after one season ‘abroad’? I doubt it although there’s no doubt we need a midfielder of his general stature and style. Manchester United are also said to be interested if Vieira does decide to come back to England.
OPArsenal
TNPer
Ah, yes... Today it's time to read the Folio Weekly (local news and opinion mag). They've got an article on racial tensions out in the rural areas of town and it seems promising.
Right now, I'm browsing some older, classic Rome takes and it's put me in the mood to run some smack. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. What's a Clone to do?
I've been waiting for it for a good while now, and we all knew it was going to happen some day, but I don't think any of us were quite ready for the return of Insane Power and Cathyy. All of us knew it was coming, and let's not kid ourselves... We all knew that when it happened, it would happen just like it did before: we'd get the tasteless humor, the bad jokes, the feigned injured pride... My favorite has got to be the indignance. It happens every time. They cross the line, someone calls them on it, they act like we're selling children to old men for their pleasure.
I really like the tasteless joking, as well. Not to reset old takes or anything, but let's think about this: what's funnier than insulting someone's job and economic status, then saying you're going to find where they live? Seriously, I'm cracking my self up right now! Ahhh-hahahahahahahaha! What's funnier than welfare smack? Yeah, pretty much everything.
All that, and now this: Insane Power has a puppet inside our region, who is quite active and well-known to us all. One day he's going to reveal to us who that puppet is and we should "prepare for heart attacks." I, for one, seriously can't wait to find out who it is. I'm actively trying to find out by doing research into old posts and comparing writing styles, ERRRRR- I don't care. "Prepare for heart attacks." Or prepare for apathy. Whichever.
-Good night now!
(CW)OP out.
The above post is a matter of opinion. It is strictly my opinion, posted in my blog. None of the above is presented as fact, nor is it meant to imply anything about the attitude of the region as a whole.
Right now, I'm browsing some older, classic Rome takes and it's put me in the mood to run some smack. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. What's a Clone to do?
I've been waiting for it for a good while now, and we all knew it was going to happen some day, but I don't think any of us were quite ready for the return of Insane Power and Cathyy. All of us knew it was coming, and let's not kid ourselves... We all knew that when it happened, it would happen just like it did before: we'd get the tasteless humor, the bad jokes, the feigned injured pride... My favorite has got to be the indignance. It happens every time. They cross the line, someone calls them on it, they act like we're selling children to old men for their pleasure.
I really like the tasteless joking, as well. Not to reset old takes or anything, but let's think about this: what's funnier than insulting someone's job and economic status, then saying you're going to find where they live? Seriously, I'm cracking my self up right now! Ahhh-hahahahahahahaha! What's funnier than welfare smack? Yeah, pretty much everything.
All that, and now this: Insane Power has a puppet inside our region, who is quite active and well-known to us all. One day he's going to reveal to us who that puppet is and we should "prepare for heart attacks." I, for one, seriously can't wait to find out who it is. I'm actively trying to find out by doing research into old posts and comparing writing styles, ERRRRR- I don't care. "Prepare for heart attacks." Or prepare for apathy. Whichever.
-Good night now!
(CW)OP out.
The above post is a matter of opinion. It is strictly my opinion, posted in my blog. None of the above is presented as fact, nor is it meant to imply anything about the attitude of the region as a whole.
OPArsenal
TNPer
Some poetry:
On the street at nineteen, no place for me.
I was hesitant, clumsy, unsure of what to be.
Forty bucks I blew, it was everything at the time,
On a Walkman, which melted, but it kept you in my mind.
Singing in my ears while I found out how to write
And dream and work all hours, officially part-time, so I could claim.
You thought I didn't listen, distracted by the image,
But I heard and understood, you seeped all through the page.
The world fell apart around me, the west of Bush's America,
They seemed to think "if you kick their heads in, they might forget what made them."
No one seemed too bothered by our grim reality.
Who wants to play the Town Hall? Doris Stokes on endlessly.
You came to remind us who we are and what we could do,
And I packed it up inside me and left for somewhere new.
Back home, it was beautiful, grade one listed and bequeathed
for that purpose in perpetuity and us alone it seemed.
Writing on the toilet wall, I looked up and shed tears.
My home was written on steel girders where they'd been engineered.
Eventually I left again, unemployable to a degree,
and found I'd crossed the country to the ocean from the sea.
Now I'm stalled, exiled, mired and pulled northerly,
your voice still in my head and mining at my quarry.
You pinched my thoughts, you must have done, we're thinking the same lines.
It's been going on for years and I never was inclined
to adore or be infatuated, you mean much more to me.
You're part of my history, beloved to me, Morrissey.
On the street at nineteen, no place for me.
I was hesitant, clumsy, unsure of what to be.
Forty bucks I blew, it was everything at the time,
On a Walkman, which melted, but it kept you in my mind.
Singing in my ears while I found out how to write
And dream and work all hours, officially part-time, so I could claim.
You thought I didn't listen, distracted by the image,
But I heard and understood, you seeped all through the page.
The world fell apart around me, the west of Bush's America,
They seemed to think "if you kick their heads in, they might forget what made them."
No one seemed too bothered by our grim reality.
Who wants to play the Town Hall? Doris Stokes on endlessly.
You came to remind us who we are and what we could do,
And I packed it up inside me and left for somewhere new.
Back home, it was beautiful, grade one listed and bequeathed
for that purpose in perpetuity and us alone it seemed.
Writing on the toilet wall, I looked up and shed tears.
My home was written on steel girders where they'd been engineered.
Eventually I left again, unemployable to a degree,
and found I'd crossed the country to the ocean from the sea.
Now I'm stalled, exiled, mired and pulled northerly,
your voice still in my head and mining at my quarry.
You pinched my thoughts, you must have done, we're thinking the same lines.
It's been going on for years and I never was inclined
to adore or be infatuated, you mean much more to me.
You're part of my history, beloved to me, Morrissey.
Whoa. I really like that. Like, I'm sitting here trying to decide WHY I really like that, so I can give it a bit of a better comment than just "Whoa. I really like that."
I think it's the imagery and some of the word choices that you made. That and the rhyme doesn't feel forced, and I never would have guessed it was about Morrissey, but it totally works when you get to the last line. I think it's awesome. I told you you had talent.
I think it's the imagery and some of the word choices that you made. That and the rhyme doesn't feel forced, and I never would have guessed it was about Morrissey, but it totally works when you get to the last line. I think it's awesome. I told you you had talent.
OPArsenal
TNPer
Hmmmm... If we combined the Minister of Arts and Entertainment position with the Minister of Culture and Education, would it become the Minister of Arts and Edutainment?
The World Cup starts in a few days, and now soon enough, if you ask me. I was having a crisis about who to seriously root for, but it was settled by Nick Hornby of all people, in this bit from an essay:
I'm now officially hoping that America do well, but I hope the Cup goes to France. And I hope they pound on England, the Czechs, and the Ivorians to do it. Italy have no chance. Speaking of England, there's a decent interview with Steven Gerrard here.
If you're interested in that sort of thing.
I fell asleep on the phone last night (I think) and trying to remember what happened after midnight is a chore.
Flemingovia is a great conversationalist on AIM, and I like our chats very much. I also like talking to people I don't know. In real life, not AIM.
Maybe more later.
-Late
The World Cup starts in a few days, and now soon enough, if you ask me. I was having a crisis about who to seriously root for, but it was settled by Nick Hornby of all people, in this bit from an essay:
I'm now officially hoping that America do well, but I hope the Cup goes to France. And I hope they pound on England, the Czechs, and the Ivorians to do it. Italy have no chance.
Speaking of England, there's a decent interview with Steven Gerrard here.If you're interested in that sort of thing.
I fell asleep on the phone last night (I think) and trying to remember what happened after midnight is a chore.
Flemingovia is a great conversationalist on AIM, and I like our chats very much. I also like talking to people I don't know. In real life, not AIM.
Maybe more later.
-Late
OPArsenal
TNPer
Now that I have cleaned the sand out of my female reproductive orifice, it is time for a proper blog.
Since a certain someone is always telling me about all the weird crap that happens in my state, I'll give her a little news in hers: Dateline Utah. (clicky!) And let us not forget that one thing that still happens in some remote areas of the state, mostly among crazy expelled Mormons: nude backpacking. You were expecting something else?
In other news, since I now have over 8,000 posts, and I am one of the oldest members here, I officially claim the High Seat, assume the jewelled diadem, and mark myself as a North Pacific Demagogue. I hold court daily, more to give the common people a means of escape than anything else. I really don't care about your gripes.
In World Cup news, I watched Chaka Hislop of Trinidad and Tobago turn in one of the finest performances I have ever seen by any goalkeeper. I hope they advance far in the tournament, maybe even (too much?) the quarterfinals. In related news, my Ivorians got bitch-slapped by the Argies, and Hideous Cunt #1 (Drogba) scored a goal, as did Hideous Cunt #2 (Crespo). I watched, I think, 8 matches this weekend. On American network TV with American commentary folks. Hellzxxorz yeah. I do miss the British commentators, though. They use a humor that is quite wry indeed.
You shut your whore mouth.
(CW)OP out.
Since a certain someone is always telling me about all the weird crap that happens in my state, I'll give her a little news in hers: Dateline Utah. (clicky!) And let us not forget that one thing that still happens in some remote areas of the state, mostly among crazy expelled Mormons: nude backpacking. You were expecting something else?
In other news, since I now have over 8,000 posts, and I am one of the oldest members here, I officially claim the High Seat, assume the jewelled diadem, and mark myself as a North Pacific Demagogue. I hold court daily, more to give the common people a means of escape than anything else. I really don't care about your gripes.
In World Cup news, I watched Chaka Hislop of Trinidad and Tobago turn in one of the finest performances I have ever seen by any goalkeeper. I hope they advance far in the tournament, maybe even (too much?) the quarterfinals. In related news, my Ivorians got bitch-slapped by the Argies, and Hideous Cunt #1 (Drogba) scored a goal, as did Hideous Cunt #2 (Crespo). I watched, I think, 8 matches this weekend. On American network TV with American commentary folks. Hellzxxorz yeah. I do miss the British commentators, though. They use a humor that is quite wry indeed.
You shut your whore mouth.
(CW)OP out.
Funny story. No wonder the circus "left her behind." May be she can take up nude backpacking. 
OPArsenal
TNPer
Or polygamy.Funny story. No wonder the circus "left her behind." May be she can take up nude backpacking.
Democratic Donkeys
TNPer
That was my bad. Sorry, they were both labelled version 2.0 so I thought maybe you had thought the first had been lost so you made a new one.
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Guest (Guest)
Guest
Yes, one could see how he'd totally think that. Since he's retarded. I mean, it takes an IQ of at least 184 to operate a scroll-down menu. And the fact that's he's so new to the invisionfree system has got to factor in somewhere.[/dripping sarcasm]
As for
As long as she dresses the part, I've got no problem... However, forget the circus, she'd probably escaped from Wasatch Mental Health. My friend Seth works the graveyard there. He probably fell asleep.
Also, the funny thing about the polygamy comment is the fact that she probably comes from a polygamist background...(speaking of retarded)...since they're professionals at scraping around the bottom of the family gene-pool barrel to crank out more kids. It's a wonder she could even get pants around her ankles, let alone operate a moving vehicle.
As for
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As long as she dresses the part, I've got no problem... However, forget the circus, she'd probably escaped from Wasatch Mental Health. My friend Seth works the graveyard there. He probably fell asleep.
Also, the funny thing about the polygamy comment is the fact that she probably comes from a polygamist background...(speaking of retarded)...since they're professionals at scraping around the bottom of the family gene-pool barrel to crank out more kids. It's a wonder she could even get pants around her ankles, let alone operate a moving vehicle.
I would really, really love to see soccer with an American commentary.
"Well, Ted, we are about 10 minutes from the snap ... I mean the kickoff. It seems the quarterback... I mean Full Back passes the ball to Henry, who attempts a field goal..."
"Well, Ted, we are about 10 minutes from the snap ... I mean the kickoff. It seems the quarterback... I mean Full Back passes the ball to Henry, who attempts a field goal..."
Hersfold
TNPer
Ok, OPA and IG, both of you stop the vendetta against DD. If there's really a severe problem with the topics being merged, then let me know and I'll split them again. DD's reasoning for putting them together sounds perfectly reasonable - generally if two topics are called the same thing, they're about the same thing, and thus can be stuck together.
Indiegirl, I distinctly remember issuing a caution to you before for flaming people. If you cannot stop this, you WILL be issued a full warning.
Knock. It. Off.
Now.
You forgot to capitalize the "G". I'm offended.
And since WHEN is sarcasm suddenly a vendetta?! Hell, Hers, good thing I have the Moderation Gestapo to keep me in line.
Since I'm SUCH a problem. I would have said what I said if FLEM had been the one who merged the thread. Stop actively looking for a damn offense toward DD when there's none given. Seriously. I have nothing against DD. DD has nothing against me. I don't see how the occasional banter should warrant me a warning. I mean, it's not like I insulted his religion...
BY THE WAY - OPA didn't know WHO did the merging. So, I'm sure he's sorry for offending the fact that it happened, which is all he's complaining about.
And since WHEN is sarcasm suddenly a vendetta?! Hell, Hers, good thing I have the Moderation Gestapo to keep me in line.
Since I'm SUCH a problem. I would have said what I said if FLEM had been the one who merged the thread. Stop actively looking for a damn offense toward DD when there's none given. Seriously. I have nothing against DD. DD has nothing against me. I don't see how the occasional banter should warrant me a warning. I mean, it's not like I insulted his religion...BY THE WAY - OPA didn't know WHO did the merging. So, I'm sure he's sorry for offending the fact that it happened, which is all he's complaining about.
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Hersfold (at work) (Guest)
Guest
Whatever you say, IG. But when I start getting messages from people complaining that they are personally hurt by whatever it is you're posting, it's going too far. This is not the first time, not by a long shot, that you've posted something offensive towards DD.
OPA, I do apologize, there wasn't really anything to yell at you for. Again, if you'd like the topics split back up, just let me know.
Now this is supposed to be the OOC, let's get back to the less serious stuff.
OPA, I do apologize, there wasn't really anything to yell at you for. Again, if you'd like the topics split back up, just let me know.
Now this is supposed to be the OOC, let's get back to the less serious stuff.
< thinks everyone could use a hug.
OPArsenal
TNPer
The merged topic is fine by me. I harbor no ill will towards Democratic Donkeys, but rather to the excessive amounts of coffee that he consumed which gave him too much energy. This, combined with too much spare time has proven to be lethal to my separate blogs.
USA played the Czechs today. I do NOT want to talk about it. Other than to say that Rosicky was brilliant.
IndieGirl, your offensive spamming is rivalled only by that of the now-banned Insane Power. You are a terrible person for it. When you arrive at your fated afterlife destination, please tell Lucifer that I say hello, and that he will soon worship me. My servitude to him is broken, and I revel in my black emancipation.
Until tomorrow.
(CW)OP out.
USA played the Czechs today. I do NOT want to talk about it. Other than to say that Rosicky was brilliant.
IndieGirl, your offensive spamming is rivalled only by that of the now-banned Insane Power. You are a terrible person for it. When you arrive at your fated afterlife destination, please tell Lucifer that I say hello, and that he will soon worship me. My servitude to him is broken, and I revel in my black emancipation.
Until tomorrow.
(CW)OP out.
OPArsenal
TNPer
I have creative demons in my head and they have been wailing and gnashing their teeth for the last hour or so. They speak in a language that cannot be understood by the mortals of our spectral realm, but thankfully they have given me an audience and they have revealed unto me the meaning of what they have been tormenting my existence with. I shall now pass it on to you, and be prepared, for I am not sure if your state of being can handle it. Their screeching and gesticulating can be translated (very loosely, mind you) as "WRITE YOUR BLOG POST, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
Lookie there, I got through a whole paragraph and I only said "fuck" once. How special today will be indeed.
I am a member of a loose coalition, one that you have never heard of. We live in a secret place where we have lots of giddy skipping and harmony. Acrimony and negativity is all but non-existent. The best part is that YOU can become one of us and we will accept you with open arms. You, too, can join our fraternity. You will know you are worthy when you recieve an invitation and you will rejoice in your heart and be glad indeed. Then shall the light of eternal bliss and satisfaction be upon you and you will be enlightened. Fuck yes.
Ben Rothlisberger is a fucking moron.
I was watching the USA play the Czech Republic yesterday and I had a bit of a watershed moment. I realized that I was witnessing something that has never been seen on the football pitch. It came right after Koller's goal, and it hit me like a diamond bullet fired directly into my brain. Watching Koller celebrate, I figured it out. The Czech Republic are the first nation EVER to train a bear to play football, then shave it and call it a man. Jeez-er. No wonder we lost.
Sax-o-ma-phone, motherfuckers.
(CW)OP out.
Lookie there, I got through a whole paragraph and I only said "fuck" once. How special today will be indeed.
I am a member of a loose coalition, one that you have never heard of. We live in a secret place where we have lots of giddy skipping and harmony. Acrimony and negativity is all but non-existent. The best part is that YOU can become one of us and we will accept you with open arms. You, too, can join our fraternity. You will know you are worthy when you recieve an invitation and you will rejoice in your heart and be glad indeed. Then shall the light of eternal bliss and satisfaction be upon you and you will be enlightened. Fuck yes.
Ben Rothlisberger is a fucking moron.
I was watching the USA play the Czech Republic yesterday and I had a bit of a watershed moment. I realized that I was witnessing something that has never been seen on the football pitch. It came right after Koller's goal, and it hit me like a diamond bullet fired directly into my brain. Watching Koller celebrate, I figured it out. The Czech Republic are the first nation EVER to train a bear to play football, then shave it and call it a man. Jeez-er. No wonder we lost.
Sax-o-ma-phone, motherfuckers.
(CW)OP out.
OPArsenal
TNPer
Another day, dollar and drudgery. Reel Big Fish are touring in an area near you. Go see them! Now that my corporate plug is out of the way I think it's time to get down to the nitty, and possibly even the gritty.
I play host to a small parasite that lives inside my brain. It causes me to type things and click on the "Add Reply" button. This minute planarian is actually the source of 95% of my posts, and as a matter of fact, these words are not mine at all. I am helpless, a prisoner inside my own thoughts. It is as if my eyes are merely portholes in a great robot that is controlled by its diminutive master who has benevolently allowed me to come along for the ride.
France played yesterday. I almost fell asleep. Thierry Henry is terrible for them. Zidane looks to be on his last legs, as does Vieira (Both meant quite literally). There's some new guy, Bribery, or something, but he's not the New Christ(tm) that they made him out to be. Hooray for Croatia.
I like Live albums. I'm just that kinda guy. I also like butterscotch and chocolate. Sometimes together. Speaking of "together," the Black and White cookie is perfect. Look to the cookie. Thanks, LD.
Take a letter, Maria. I always hated that bitch.
(CW)OP out.
EDIT: I didn't say the "f-word." So, to make up for it: HELL POO DAMN HELL POO DAMN.
I play host to a small parasite that lives inside my brain. It causes me to type things and click on the "Add Reply" button. This minute planarian is actually the source of 95% of my posts, and as a matter of fact, these words are not mine at all. I am helpless, a prisoner inside my own thoughts. It is as if my eyes are merely portholes in a great robot that is controlled by its diminutive master who has benevolently allowed me to come along for the ride.
France played yesterday. I almost fell asleep. Thierry Henry is terrible for them. Zidane looks to be on his last legs, as does Vieira (Both meant quite literally). There's some new guy, Bribery, or something, but he's not the New Christ(tm) that they made him out to be. Hooray for Croatia.
I like Live albums. I'm just that kinda guy. I also like butterscotch and chocolate. Sometimes together. Speaking of "together," the Black and White cookie is perfect. Look to the cookie. Thanks, LD.
Take a letter, Maria. I always hated that bitch.
(CW)OP out.
EDIT: I didn't say the "f-word." So, to make up for it: HELL POO DAMN HELL POO DAMN.
OPArsenal
TNPer
Accusations of disappointment notwithstanding, it's time for you to read me. Enjoy it, as I know you will.
There is an opening which leads to a chamber. Inside this chamber, or travelling to it is a seed. An outside stimulus encounters this seed and fertilization occurs. This becomes a new enitity entirely and begins to grow and take on a form all its own. This creature ferments, it gestates, it becomes. After it is developed, it leaves the chamber, and it passes through the opening into light, noise and air.
Welcome to the party, Kiona Sofia Cruz Mistisshen. You are beautiful beyond belief, and I am proud to have you for my niece.
Maybe pictures will soon follow.
I am besiged, hemmed in on all sides by awful cherubim and seraphim, the kind that are not known for their good deeds. They flay about my head, flapping their crow-like wings, chattering like godawful fucking magpies. They sing to me the song of death, and that seems to be a quiet respite. To quietly go where everyone has gone seems to be my never-changing destiny. Tell mother I love her.
Or maybe I won't die just yet.
Saudi Arabia v. Tunisia (SP?) was out-fucking-standing. Down to the wire, and it makes me wish that one of the players on either of the sides had an Arsenal connection.
Word of my enlightenment and subsequent coronation are greatly understated. I am better than you, and if you don't know it, I can't be blamed. I have just the thing. I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you, this fear engine will bore a hole betwen this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed and from it will emerge a thousand starving leeches. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I shall open one of my six mouths and sing the song that ends the earth.
Give me back my son.
(CW)OP out.
There is an opening which leads to a chamber. Inside this chamber, or travelling to it is a seed. An outside stimulus encounters this seed and fertilization occurs. This becomes a new enitity entirely and begins to grow and take on a form all its own. This creature ferments, it gestates, it becomes. After it is developed, it leaves the chamber, and it passes through the opening into light, noise and air.
Welcome to the party, Kiona Sofia Cruz Mistisshen. You are beautiful beyond belief, and I am proud to have you for my niece.
Maybe pictures will soon follow.
I am besiged, hemmed in on all sides by awful cherubim and seraphim, the kind that are not known for their good deeds. They flay about my head, flapping their crow-like wings, chattering like godawful fucking magpies. They sing to me the song of death, and that seems to be a quiet respite. To quietly go where everyone has gone seems to be my never-changing destiny. Tell mother I love her.
Or maybe I won't die just yet.
Saudi Arabia v. Tunisia (SP?) was out-fucking-standing. Down to the wire, and it makes me wish that one of the players on either of the sides had an Arsenal connection.
Word of my enlightenment and subsequent coronation are greatly understated. I am better than you, and if you don't know it, I can't be blamed. I have just the thing. I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you, this fear engine will bore a hole betwen this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed and from it will emerge a thousand starving leeches. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I shall open one of my six mouths and sing the song that ends the earth.
Give me back my son.
(CW)OP out.