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| James Brown RIP | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-25 21:54:00 | |
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| what the fuck is kwanzza? | |
EVERYONEKNOWSTHEHOLEPUNKSCENEHOLEPUNKSCENE
iamalreadydead imalreadydead alreadydead alreadydead GET UP AND BURN A COURTNEY LOVE INTO YOUR HEAD! |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2006-12-25 08:02:00 | |
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| merry vsnares day | |
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here is a vsnares block.
W I N N I P E G G I N N I P E W G E N N I P W G W G P N I N E G G G P N I N E W I N I P W E G G W I N N I P I G W I N N I P E G for extra fun, load this into your copy of octamed or renoise. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-25 02:14:00 | |
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| lrg 'n' n-crg | |
| i c u. u c mi. bt du u c frly? i p frly. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-23 07:56:00 | |
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| wat of the century | |
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this just in from google news
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-22 04:44:00 | |
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| rtqp got it all wrong | |||
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-12-21 01:07:00 | |||
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| the media in a nutshell | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-20 23:31:00 | |
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| K-Fed doesn't do Disco | |
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R'leyh crests the scalding surface Where K-FED lies, dead but Dreaming His soul drawn off into the swirling maw that is Cthulhu Bent Twisted and Snapped into the most terrifying and unreal dimensions of Cthulhu's nightmare Shattered self smashes together by pure raw evil will And is re-formed
INTO K-FED |
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| Posted by Mr. H.M. Wogglebug, T.E @ 2006-12-20 23:10:00 | |
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| DR. HAT'S MARIGOLD FACTORY KICKS IT FUNKY-FRESH | |
Dr. Hat's Marigold Factory is pleased to announce the release of their latest butt-kickin', soul-wrenchin' jam!
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-20 19:54:00 | |
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drip drip drip drip drip drip drip? Yes. clop clop clop clop clop clop clop? Yes. valve valve valve valve valve valve? Open. horse horse horse horse horse horse? Go. |
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| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2006-12-20 01:51:00 | |
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| zzounds kernapple | |
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my elevation was 37 hectares when the rugs began to take hold. apples were in season; mangos not so much. it is times like these, when one must ask oneself: why i am i asking myself questions? don't i have anything better to do?
the answer: not really, and thank the gods for that. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-19 20:06:00 | |
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| a survey for you, the consumer | |
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Here is a survey for you, the consumer.
1. What will be the Betamax of the Internet age? [ ] BLU-RAY (TM) (R) (C) ($) [ ] HD-DVD (R) (TM) (C) ($$) [ ] I no longer purchase movies. 2. Are you likely to purchase a Sony (tm) (r) (c) ($$$) Playstation 3 (tm) (r) (c) within the next 6 months? [ ] YES [ ] NO [ ] LOL THE PS3 IS 3. Your church is opening its doors to homosexuals. You: [ ] SPEAK OUT [ ] REACH OUT [ ] COME OUT 4. Who put the Bomp in the Bomp-shebomp? [ ] YOU [ ] JESUS [ ] RICHARD SIMMONS 5. Do you believe that Richard D. James actually owns a submarine? [ ] YES [ ] NO [ ] Well... It's more believable than fox news. 6. If made available for purchase in real life, would you buy the "Tool Time" game featured as designed by Al on the show "Home Improvement"? [ ] YES [ ] NO [ ] hey where's all the trademark symbols 'n' shit 7. Are you aware that competitors of Riced Out Yugo, LTD are filthy, filthy asshats? [ ] YES [ ] YES [ ] What competitors? Thank-you very much for completing our survey. Please mail it to us at: Riced Out Yugo, LTD attn: francine bogwart That Place Where I Put That Thing That Time, 20th St. NY, NY 10009 |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-19 01:09:00 | |
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| OI CLAMBAKE | |
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TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT *twist* TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET *prod* BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP *adjust* YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP YELP yes, ma'am, your poodle really is very sick. i recommend we remove its voicebox. |
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| Posted by Richard D. James @ 2006-12-18 21:43:00 | |
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| Helpful charts from the internet | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-17 14:24:00 | |
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| i left my heart in the van allen radiation belt | |
| it sputtered. it chuttered. and it whirred. most importantly, it stirred. w3rd. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-17 13:25:00 | |
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| riced out yugo is not dada | |
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...and there ain't shit dada can do about it either.
riced out yugo is anti-dada. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-17 03:12:00 | |
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| this plastic, it brings me elation | |
| funky. funky, funky, funky. funky ted nelson. funky ted beans. it's all funky to me, you see. funky see, funky do. funky doritos. funky doorknobs. funky carolingian miniscule. super-funky james brown. funky cardigans. and now for something completely funky. we love to see you get funky. it was a dark and funky night. alas, poor yorick! he knew funky, horatio. we hold these truths to be self-funky. jimmy carter will be configured with an advanced communications mast to support the high-volume data requirements of funky-centric warfare. whole floras, all linnaeus' and buffon's volumes, are dry catalogues of funky; but the most trivial of this funk, the habit of a plant, the organs, or work, or noise of an insect, applied to the illustration of funky in intellectual philosophy, or, in any way associated to human nature, affects us in the most lively and agreeable manner. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2006-12-17 03:06:00 | |
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| reheating sandwich | |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2006-12-16 19:20:00 | |
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| NOOOOOOOOO | |
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I have neither the time nor the desire, to relate in detail all of the adventures that have befallen me. The universes that I have passed into. The things that I have seen and experienced and learned on all of the worlds since I left the planet that I'd called home. Ever smaller cycles, infinite universes, neverending. Each presenting something new. Some queer variataion of life or intelligence. Life, Intellegence. Terms I once associated with things animate, things protoplasmic and understandable. I find it hard to apply them to all of the divergencies of shape and form and construction that I have encountered. Worlds, young, warm, volcanic and steaming. The single cell emerging from the slime of warm oceans, to propagate on primordial continents. other worlds innumerable. life divergent in all branches, from the single cell, amorphous globules, amphibian, crustecean, reptilian, plant, insect, bird, mammal. All possible variataions and combinations. Biological monstrosities indescribable! Other forms beyond any attempt of classification. Beyond all reason or comprehension of my puny mind. Essences of pure flame. Others, gasuous, incandecent and quiscent alike. Plant forms encompassing an entire globe. Crystalline beings, sentient and reasoning. Green shimmering columnar forms, seemingly liquid, defying gravity by some strange power of cohesion. A world of sound vibrations, throbbing, expanding, reverbrating in unbrokrn echoes that nearly drove me crazy. Globular brainlike masses, utterly disassociated from any material substance. Imterdimentional beings, all shapes and shapeless. Entities utterly incapible of registratin on any of my sences except the sixth, that of instinct. Suns dying. Planets cold, and dark, and airless. Last vestiges of once proud races, struggling for a few more meager years of sustenence. Great cavities, beds of evaporating seas. Small furry animals, scurring to cover at my approach. Desolation. Ruins, crumbling surely into the sands of barren deserts. The last mute evidence of vanished civilizations. Other worlds aflourish with life, blessed with light and heat. Staggering cities, vast populations, ships pawing the surface of oceans, and others, in the air, huge observatories, tremendous strides in the sciences, spaceflight, battles for the suprmecy of worlds, blasting rays of superdestruction, collision of planets, disruption of solar systems, cosmic anniliation. Light, space, a univerce with a tenious, filmy, something around it, which I burst through, all around me, not the customary blackness of outer space I had known, but light filled with the tiny dots that were globes of darkness, that were burnt out suns, and lifeless planets. Nowhere a shimmering planet, mowhere a flaming sun, only remote specks of black amid the high saturated emptiness. How many of the infinitly smaller atomic cycles I have passed into? I do not know. I tried to keep count of them at first, but somewhwere between twenty and thirty, I gave it up, and that was long ago. Each time i would think, this cannot go on forever, it cannot, surely this next time I must reach the end, but I have not reached the end. Good God, how can there be an end. Worlds composed of atoms, each atom similarly composed. The end would have to be an indestructable solid that cannot be, all matter divisible into smaller matter. What keeps me from going insane? I want to go insane. I am tired. A strange tiredness neither of mind nor body. Death would be a welcome releif from this endless fate that is mine. but even death has denyed me. I have sought it, I have prayed for it, and begged for it, but it is not to be. |
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| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2006-12-16 04:18:00 | |
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| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2006-12-16 03:59:00 | |
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