the wind blows eastward....it presents a sign......

[trent bortknob]

Masta HLG: hows it going
Masta HLG: i left to eat dinner
taylorbortnerisa: i left to talk to my uncle
Masta HLG: is he a quaint, burgeoning chap?
taylorbortnerisa: rather quite
Masta HLG: indeed
Masta HLG: say taylorsworth
Masta HLG: have you the time?
taylorbortnerisa: why yes
taylorbortnerisa: it is a sixpenth passed a duex thus henceforth
Masta HLG: bogswallop... the prime minister shall have my head for this. if only but a small resonation of hope were to align itself post hence mine own uttering of this phrase, then so i should be free of my duties and pressed forward to accumulate what is rightfully acclaimed to be mine.
taylorbortnerisa: fuck you
Masta HLG: blast
Masta HLG: fate has foiled me once again
Masta HLG: curse you
Masta HLG: !
taylorbortnerisa: blast you
taylorbortnerisa: you arrant rogue
Masta HLG: speak not in tongues, errand boy, for the prime minister is not privy to such speak
taylorbortnerisa: such an ebullient individual would be mroe partial to that of a laconic dialect
Masta HLG: what is this madness? do you jest, kitchen miser? with a swift blow from my ax, i could render your limbs useless, and all within the confines of a second. do you intend to hinder me, or is it such that you will stand aside?
Masta HLG: alas
Masta HLG: i pry
Masta HLG: but worry not
Masta HLG: for my rhetoricism is
Masta HLG: a cock

[Philip K Dick]

lame fuck you

[ZekeySpaceyLizard]