Final frontier and the music is sooooooo beautiful.
I need to find the way. Go- go- go, little parasect.
Let me summon my inner pokemon spirit.
Go- go- go, little parasect. You the living so fast.
Wait for the muk! Wait for the muk!
Singing to the melody. Butterfree- oh butterfree.
The pokemon and the zodiac race. Charizard was the first.
Ponyta, how do we cross the ocean. To the mystic fire mountain!
Be ready! You must be level fifty! Run run run!
What about Machoke and Rhydon?
What about Machoke and Rhydon. I wonder.
Rock Pokemons, we must travel South! It is where our earth auras guide us!
Oh, the wonderment of life! Let me be alive, too!
Save my epitome, too! What happened to the Muk!
Got stuck! Charizard, go save him!
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@PerfectlyImperfect………. you better not be dead…….
I’m sorry. I should of been there when you posted, but I was too messed up…
Rest In Peace, PerfectlyImperfect. I Was Never In Your Presence..
Sadly I am still among the living, the house did not empty out like it was supposed to. But I did manage to box up a few things to leave for a few people and got my hair cut an beard trimmed the way I like it. I’m just waiting for a time when I can be alone to exit.
Oh an to answer sheps question, It’s a rossi 357 mag.
Rossi .357 Magnum – Fine choice, sir.
…not that I endorse your decision, but I approve your choice in firearm. It’d be better used against zombies, but…meh. You’ve reminded me that I should tidy myself up too.
A good morning to yourself and The ‘lock.
But shep, I am a zombie. Pointlessly/mindlessly walking around this world with a lust for the (raw) flesh of animals.
Yeah, I knew I’d used the wrong metaphor.
You ever eaten a huhu grub before? It’s a swirmy little thing, that sort of looks like an overgrown maggot, but damn does it taste good when you fry it in butter…*smacks lips*
I’ve always wondered what squirrel on a stick would taste like, or even stoat. Nah, man. You’re not a zombie – you’re PerfectlyImperfect. That is an outstanding name, which I’m sure holds a very profound meaning indeed.
Lol, squirrel is good, I love them in pot pies and dumplings. I wonder what a lot of animals in africa taste like, like a lion kangaroo, rhino, hippo, zebra stuff like that.
An yeah my user name…a dear friend of mine used to call me that. She explained it so well to, we’re all “Perfectly Imperfect”.
Squirrel dumpling-styled? Fuckin’ noice…
Lion kangaroo? I’d wondered what wallabie pie tasted like, maybe even Springbok Stroganoff. There’s a lot of more “normal” foods I’ve yet to try as well.
We’ve all had friends like that, she seems like an awesome chick. I’m kinda brassed off that I gave all my friends the boot, but such is the way of depression.
Ha forgot the comma between thoes two, an aint a wallabie and a kangaroo one in the same?
An yeah she was pretty spectacular, and I know whatcha mean, its bad when “friends” drop by unannounced to check up on ya cause you no longer answer any phone calls.
I think a wallabie is a lot smaller, whereas those kanga’s can get…pretty buff. I s’pose the meat would be a lot more tender then.
Hm. An army buddy of mine seems to have gotten the hint (I stopped answering his texts/calls a while back) and most of my local friends are tied up with life as is. I’ll let them carry on though, I don’t want to involve them with a fight that I’d instigated on my own. I don’t fancy any surprise visits either.
Just wondering, when you see a lil critter do think can I eat that…wonder how it’d taste?
Cause I do.
Ah, army buddies they always got your 6 in a fight, even when you dont want them to. Some people just dont know how to stand down.
Yeah, quite a lot. Or I’ll start imagining what it’d look like all dressed up on a roasting dish or somethin’. Ha.
Man, you said it. You try going dark on them and suddenly they’ve breached your front door and conducting room clearances… >.< Yeah, best I stop talking with anyone who was physically close to me.
Families who don’t care because only wealth and status matter in America. Friends who run away because they fear the stigma may be catching. People on this site pushing others to take pharmaceutical poisons to cure their mental ills. Anyone who is “normal” in this horrible society is deranged and ill. It is the people who are aware of the complete futility of happiness or closeness who are the sane ones.
******** ******** ********. There have I said enough obscene things to bock me?
When you have no family or friends, then stop the guilt-inducing bullshit. I hate sites where do-gooders who don’t know you try to tell you you MUST live. That is a personal decision. JUst shut up if that’s your purpose. Go work for good samaritans. There is no where on the net to discuss this in a frank way without being totally censored.
Say goodbye to America