the home of jericho magog...
you know artie,
i'm gonna bust you
in the chops...!
ffffshhhhh!
hello, magog..
oh...it's you.
what the hell do
you want?
you can talk.
impressive.
i'll be brief.
first, you're going
to back off from me,
and from what i do...
there's no reason
we can't co-exist as long
as you stay out of
my dance space...
then, you leave
dr. jenson alone.
she's a private citizen
again. move in on her
and your life will read
like the lyrics from
a cannibal corpse
song...!
who...?
continued..
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Yeah, Madygascar, you're spot on, though RL's take on it has given me some ideas!!!
Jun 18, '08
I think it's not the light, it's the drones cloaking him
Jun 18, '08
"You're life will be like the lyrics to a cannibal corpse song--woohoo--he should $#!+ his briches right about now!!
Jun 17, '08
The light on his back from the TV is very inventive!
Jun 17, '08