The fire from the Lion of Judah does not go well with a McDonald's #12 meal (Chicken Selects). Not at all. I'm trying to maintain focus here but I'm sitting here like a rock. My thoughts move like transparent molasses. God help us all.
In the Year of Our Lord 1216 a curious man named Lee Fenwick Hennypin found a magic cave. And in this cave was a secret zoo. And in this zoo were all sorts of curious creatures: platypussycats, goats with salamander tongues, even a hamster with bat wings. And what was the centerpiece of this odd collection of animals? A dog that could speak Pharsee. Mr. Hennypin asked the dog if it could see into the future. The dog replied in Pharsee but it sounded like a string of raspy coughs. Mr. Hennypin, unable to speak anything but The King's English, dismissed the dog as a nitwit. He bought an affordable trinket at the Gift Shop, then left the cave, never to see it again. That's because he died of The Horrid Rash not soon after. Probably got it from the dog. Stupid dog.
Jah Rastafari! Jah bless to the utmost highest peak of Haile Selassie I Jah-ness. BOH BOH BOH! LORDHAVEMERCY.
That was all the Rastafarian I knew. I'm exhausted.
It hit me hard today. Time's running out to be famous. I haven't had a job in eight months. You need money to travel to Belgium. The money ran out in my checking and savings accounts and I'm now using my credit cards.
Please give me the strength to continue. I don't know what's wrong with me but I want to know. Please dont let me turn insane like my mother, Mister God Man. Or Heavenly Priestess if you're into the whole pre-monothesitic hunter-gatherer thing.
In the Year of Our Lord 1216 a curious man named Lee Fenwick Hennypin found a magic cave. And in this cave was a secret zoo. And in this zoo were all sorts of curious creatures: platypussycats, goats with salamander tongues, even a hamster with bat wings. And what was the centerpiece of this odd collection of animals? A dog that could speak Pharsee. Mr. Hennypin asked the dog if it could see into the future. The dog replied in Pharsee but it sounded like a string of raspy coughs. Mr. Hennypin, unable to speak anything but The King's English, dismissed the dog as a nitwit. He bought an affordable trinket at the Gift Shop, then left the cave, never to see it again. That's because he died of The Horrid Rash not soon after. Probably got it from the dog. Stupid dog.
Jah Rastafari! Jah bless to the utmost highest peak of Haile Selassie I Jah-ness. BOH BOH BOH! LORDHAVEMERCY.
That was all the Rastafarian I knew. I'm exhausted.
It hit me hard today. Time's running out to be famous. I haven't had a job in eight months. You need money to travel to Belgium. The money ran out in my checking and savings accounts and I'm now using my credit cards.
Please give me the strength to continue. I don't know what's wrong with me but I want to know. Please dont let me turn insane like my mother, Mister God Man. Or Heavenly Priestess if you're into the whole pre-monothesitic hunter-gatherer thing.
