boobs in a bacon bra!

i knew y'all would understand

not that again!

we can't have BOTH a winner and a vonner!

I shall win this one... >:)

boobs in a bacon bra!

all arguments are now invalid

i win!

staying alive, staying alive, ooh ooh oh oh STAYING ALIVE!!!

While it has been argued that the past is no more real then the future, the past bequeaths to us a rich inheritance of corpses, stretching back before man, which threatens to crush the present (and future) under the weight of it's sheer substantiality. The Present is merely the means by which the past accretes it's ever growing wealth of material, which we fall into each step.
We walk on soft corpses of trees and bake our bread with the bones of our ancestors who were themselves ashes of dead stars. The Past comes to greet us with the first rays of dawn, already minutes from the sun. The night sky brings us news sent from worlds long extinguished and we return the greeting to worlds not yet born.
The past overtakes us before our words cross the room, banishing us each a soliatry island of absolute presence. We watch the waves and take our reveng on the despotic past with the only available weapons, meage and insidious: lies.
Let Us Turn Resolutley away from Nature
Let Us Spurn what has been in favor of what might have been.
Let the hard facticity of accumulated time be washed from us in the clear waters of empty possibility.
Let the ghostless voices of unrealized worlds sing through us, our mute fish-mouths shaping a silent curse on the tyranny of this, the only possible world.

will you stop doing that please?

You guys are such nerds.

Said the nerd