Aug. 1st, 2008

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They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Leonard Cohen, First we take Manhattan

F750 BARNETT - "You wanna talk some... JIVE?"

BUY THE TICKET TAKE THE RIDE

Intiative comes to those who wait

"I Predict a riot"

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Action Elvis 2


There is a secret Dojo in Las Vegas, known only to 33rd degree initiates of the C.I.A., where select candidates are trained in the deadly fighting techniques created by the legendary King of Rock. Some have jokingly referred to this style as 'Elvitsu'... usually right before having their jugular torn out of their throats by a pompadoured master killer! Of all the different martial arts, it is only the one that requires an adept to master hand to hand combat while under the influence of "KENTUCKY RED KILL PILLS" - a deep fried secret cocktail made of over seven different combat enhancing chemicals whose recipe is a matter of national security.

Was it this very style that allowed Elvis to escape from the clutches of his evil twin brother the Reverend Jim Jones... or perhaps allowed him to vanish in a puff of smoke from the Grassy Knoll in Dallas? Who can say... and survive the wrath of America's Intelligence community in doing so?

Currently it is estimated that there are over two dozen different agents trained in this esoteric art active in the United States. These agents are also believed to be masters of other obscure combat disciplines such as Voodoo Boxing, Seven Winking Monkey style, Tromboand something known only as Angry Tiger enters Burning Kitchen.

For what sinister purpose these agents have been trained for remains one of the greatest mysteries in the history of covert operations.

Meth-od Man

Aug. 1st, 2008 09:29 pm
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Oh how far we've come from the days of "this is your brain on drugs... any questions?" and "Just say 'No'"...



No, normally sex would at least cost... oh I don't know, at least twenty bucks minimum, but nothing rough!



That's why you should only hang out with 'friends' who can hold their shit... hey way to ruin the night ODing in an alley way, Craig... now we'll never be invited back to the Vice Magazine Staff Party.



"Look... I'm just saying if you really loved me and I mean really loved me... then you'd sell your body to Science... hey, I know Baby... but having your brain replaced with a rabid pitt bull's is the only way we'll be able to score!"



Remember kids... do not do the "Meth" while reading Clive Barker novels... the good ones at least.


Now you know...

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