Necronomicon

Ten years ago, I started climbing.

Natural, or man-made?

Stop now, before it's too late!

E-Cockknock, you are truly out of the loop. Read a book. Yo.

The reason the words are very good is that someone else wrote them! Give credit where credit is due Necro! That is, to Pink Floyd, from "Dogs" off the Animals album, ca 1977. I feel very sorry for the person that needs to be told that these are Pink Floyd lyrics.

Would your daughter enjoy this treatment, rapist?

...office fucks, with your Movado watches and SUVs: You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a seat in the stand. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone.

You call that chillin' ? Where's the six foot hydrobong?

You definitely have the wrong person in mind. Maybe DFA??

"fuck the dumbshit"

I threw a hissy fit on the girl at the wine bar. "YOU'RE DISTURBING THE LAYERS!! YOU STUPID BITCH!!!" Man, you should have seen the manager kiss my ass after that outburst. Fucking proles...

One time, I posted this picture to cc.com so that people could put funny captions under it to make me laugh, and then all these clowns started posting this shit that isn't a funny caption, but a "me me me" anecdote.

"Just a little...closer...I...I just want to pat your...your sweet afro. Yes...closer...so sweet..."

What kind of caption is this????? Who fucking cares??? Get with the program!!!

Learn more here...

Try this one...

...motherfucking commie liberal faggot greeny latino rightwing quadrapalegic motherfucking mother fuckers!!! GODDAMN IT!!! Your latest affront to my dignity is too much for me to stand, and I am PISSED!!! And another thing, you are all fucking fuckers, for some reason or another, each and every one of you fucking fuckers!! Do not ever, EVER, do it again, you fascist socialist capitalist hegemonic fuckers. NEVER!!!!

What an incredible accomplishment. The world is a better place.

I read it all HERE!!!

I feel that it was inappropriate to delete Trask's list of offensive terminology. Now, I have no racism barometer with which to gauge my actions.

WA Pass? PM...

Sorry, how's this: "Climbed, fun." "Fun" sounds like chestbeating to me.

Too much detail. Save some adventure for the rest of us.

...Trask, near bowl-clogger. Quite a mound, I think that marble I swallowed when I was five finally came out. I had to use a Two Stage flush to get him down, the first to break him up a bit, then a quick second flush to send him home to his kind. Now that's a Trask!!