The conclusion? I am angry.
It's not because I'm marinating in the resultant fluids of
my own decomposition. This goes much deeper than that.
I was thinking back to the good ol' days back in Canada:
useless copy protection schemes, choking on tear gas during
my armed standoff in Toronto, my online soap opera (CR6),
unpaid debt and fabrications of great wealth.
And it makes me angry. Angry that I'm already fading from
memory. I'll soon be a footnote on a long forgotten page
which even Google never bothers to visit.
People will say "Chris who? Oh you mean that guy." Yes,
well.. heh... hehehahashahsah Ha ha ha!!! Oh hell, I can't
go on!! Too funny. hah ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha! Oh man, I kill myself. Er... well, you know what I mean.
I'm just toying with you, my lab rats in wpg.general. I am
super human! Floating through the Seven Dimensions of the
Mind/Space Continuum have made me a god.
I have always been and will always be. I am FOREVER. I'm
the itch you can't scratch. I'm the gas you can't pass, I'm
the cause of your premature ejaculation! I will RUIN YOU!
Best regards, worthless inhabitants of my petri dish,
K. CHRISTOPHER MCKINSTRY
DRAWER B-21, MORGUE,
GENERAL HOSPITAL,
SANTIAGO, CHILE
Haven't the mice and rats chewed you up already?
Stoneman Auto Review
http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/sar
One test drive at a time!
No, no, that's Kenny McCormick.
Glen