my demise is imminent.
and my doom draws near.
but alas.
I will not go down on this wretched ship.
this galleon will sink.
chasing me quickly to
hell.
I will forego the wings of glory.
I will throw my dreams in the air.
I will put myself down.
away. forgotten.
so that I may live again.
I will burn any wall.
covered in plaques.
I will toss away certificates.
as fuel.
I will emblaze their buildings.
as my funeral pyre.
and.
I will damn the men.
who wear the hats.
of these bastardly institutions.
The Primary Universe is fraught with great peril. War, plague, famine and natural disaster are common. Death
comes to us all.
The Fourth Dimension of Time is a stable construct, though it is not impenetrable.
Incidents when the fabric of the Fourth Dimension becomes corrupted are incredibly rare.
If a Tangent Universe occurs, it will be highly unstable, sustaining itself for no longer than several weeks.
Eventually it will collapse upon itself, forming a black hole within the Primary Universe capable of destroying all
existence.
anyone wanna introduce me to Isla Fisher?
I’d appreciate that alot.
kthanks.
my mullet is growing longer.
and my beard is gathering strength in defense.
= 101.
soaring to new heights.
i remember.
only about a month ago.
it hit 3.
boo ya bitch.
