Tuesday 7 December 2010



What if the shit will hit the fan no matter what?

No admiralty flag may be written in the stars.

What if the psycho guys are shitting themselves because they’ve bumped into the limits of their ignorance.

Either way Max it isn’t predictive programming, it is time front running.

I’ve burned my diapers.

Am I naked short?

Get ready there is a Library torching coming soon. EMP@Alexandria. Power spike or freeze, the knowledge is going to be culled from our ken.

Hide and secure.

Why would the clowns have surrendered the USofA corp, despite the Hessians, if they couldn’t skrye?

I feel another song coming on.