Ramblings of a mad dog

[Chris]

We are here to please our mother.
Our mother is the earth who breathes life into your empty vessel; we fling ourselves at the mother, only hoping to achieve something spectacular. We can worhsip our mother as the father of time; we live to serve at her purpose.

Chris, I have always though that your meaning of life is praise Grace Jones and kick people

When I will anymore taste ice cream, my tongue doesn't exist

The Mother = Grace Jones. :rolleyes2

[Tama2]

remember "I think therefor I am." We do exist. Why would the rest of the world disappear when you close a door. I bet all your doors are closed and I'm typing this piece right now. I'm here, I didn't disappear.


or did I...................