if you are me, then who am i? - samurai jack to his twin of evil incarnate

the whirring of the garage door calms the soul, brmmmmmmmmmmmmm... the door itself as if speaking to the people in the car "get out! get out while you still can! run i'll hold them off!"

i have no idea where i was going with that, but if i did, one day, i'll probably forget to tell you guys anyway. for the last couple of days i've been hearing narrations in my head, not the usual "dont eat that thing its covered in penicillin" or "dont hit that man, he's 75 years old and he has a cane... that can be a weapon, you can get seriously injured".. wait what do you call those again? oh yeah.. conscience.. no not that normal spoilsport created out of the sham that is morality, the voices that i hear are my normal thoughts only now that its tainted with a hint of gonzo style journalism.. for my friends who arent familiar with what gonzo style journalism is, feel free to wiki that right now, no its ok, i'll wait, i'll even put this nifty little page marker so you know where to pick up when you come back to this page, that is if you come back

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back? found out what it is yet? good, very good my minions, you deserve a gold star.

this is not a very good post i know, but i never said i was a great writer.. shattap! life has been crap lately, theres not much going on.. ooh no wait, i can throw cards now, yeah right across the living room, cool right? yeah, now go tell your friends!