This is a special page to discuss briefly, as I can sorely remember it all, the different phases of intellect or should I say barrage, that has somehow Involved itself as the second coming of ‘?’, well exactly whatever the fuck it is really, we say ‘Christ’ but he is sorely dead as a door knob or something else we really didn’t get through.
This page will set about underpinning the major statuses the ‘ungodly’ mission statement did per tale to, as it was mainly an alien fuck-fest from word go, from my personal view so it seems, as it may very well count, as only that perspective alone.
92 Flavours of Hell! – Take a chance in hell, what was the main modus operand us, much like Willy Coyote and the Road Runner. This will hope to step it out.
- Ill, it cuts both ways, you love is like a knife it cuts both ways. (eat my)- In the Navy, I’ll met and beat you half way, ouch. (fuck’er from where)
- Um, girls are pretty, and much to what else. (dizzy sex for thought)
- Hey answer my email, this, that and the other thing (super-sleuthing)
- Brainwashed children, hapless mothers, and disenfranchised men-folk.
- Fucking Blue, Red, Black, Green, Fucking Pink, and fucking Yellow.
- Super skull-crack disease, subversion theory, general dumb-ass snipe.
- Hooray for Hollywood, and anything else you could stick under my nose.
- Oh, my ‘dead-dad’ was in the Army and was a Free-Mason in Brisbane.
- Ever met with the N.W.O. as an incidental affair, Go Bush Go!
- Got to love my poems you dead-shits, read them twice please!
- Bi-polar snap and what the fuck happened with them media/UFO types.
- Super ass-hole TV and the popularisation of dead-shit aliens as well.
- The penis joke, the belly joke, he’s just a tall sub-alien freak himself.
- Happy fucking 34th birthday, the movie that wouldn’t fucking quit.
- Introducing 70’s colonial washboards to super-Asian dick’er-crap.
- Fucking anal beer-bagging from Ice Charades to Sydney Lopping.
- Ground Zero pug-mire, dropped tickets, eating leftovers, 30cents left.
- Faggot drop-outs (Fairfax). It is entertainment but we made it torture.
- Bad drum solo’s from God, Satan and anything else sitting on the fence.
- 90’s MUSIC, you got to love it, I never really listened to the lyrics!
- Mexican face-off’s with live TV personalities, because you could.
- The popularisation of dense brilliance and the dance of body-snatching.
- Brat-chapping and jealousy, of family and the friends that still stand to it.
- Insane messages, car number plates that you lobotomise at because… (and it just wouldn’t stop, so fuck-off!)
