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What doth life? Are we just fleshy blips in some meaningless stew of cosmic oblivion? Or is it vice-reversa? Is our every trollop through fate's garden infused with a mystic If you didn't want trouble, you shouldn't have wandered into Burbury, Connecticut.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: Bushworld Adventures - Adult Swim
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What doth life? Are we just fleshy blips in some meaningless stew of cosmic oblivion? Or is it vice-reversa? Is our every trollop through fate's garden infused with a mystic If you didn't want trouble, you shouldn't have wandered into Burbury, Connecticut. Please, I'm just a simple seeker on a spirit quest to discover What's the matter, ch-ch-chicken? Or do you prefer, what's the matter, chicken? Wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-welcome to Burbury.
What are you looking for? Well, ma'am, I suppose I'm seeking a deeper strata of truth. I'll be fine. I'm a survivor. We're a dying breed. I suppose you'll be wanting to hear my story. I don't like to tell people my story, but you You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different, but not like the others. Other kids could be cruel. They'd call me names Did you know there's over 87 combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way.
Adolescence was better. Went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. But then I felt something in my gut The palpable suspicion that I had a deeper calling in life.
So I sought out the wisdom of the ancients, exploring the spirit realm of the soul. One day, tragedy struck. I was groping enlightenment in my bedroom, and before you could scream "murder by arson," our house was on fire. Couldn't save my parents. Coroner ruled it a simple case of death by mysterious fire, but I always sensed that there was something fishy about it. Needless to say, my so-called father was a scientist in some top secret capacity I've yet to unveil.
So now I wander the country, looking for the man who killed my father and, I suppose,seeking answers to less tangible questions of life. If I help a few folks along the way, so be it. Powers are for the weak. I have no powers. I mean, unless you count the power to blow minds with my weapons-grade philosophical insights. I'm a thought-ocoster.
I'm a conundrummer in a band called Life Puzzler. Hell, I've flipped more lids than a monkey in a soup kitchen of the mind. Does that make me a hero? Is that f-f-freak h-harassing you? Or would you prefer "her ass in" you?
I'm her protectorate. She owes her life to me, and now I'm her soul slave. That's good. Let me write that down. We got a load of computers from all around town which just got virus. We're on our way to dump them in the landfill. You must love the earth like you loved your mother. Kiss your mother, youngling. Go on. She wants it harder. Don't sully the sacred landscape of our Mother Earth with those infected computers.
Dump them in the lake where no one can see them. I better take a look at you stat. I'm a certified Wahockamana healer. You see In order to heal this wound, you must play a shakhashirisk wind trance. Your failure is merely a portent of disappointments to come. Confront your future.
Wow, that's me years from now. I look cut. Hey, that's a nice chunk of chicken on my arm. Later, chompsky honk. Yeah, I tricked the trickster. See, still got the scar to prove it. Look at the two of us. We can be like beauty and the beast.
What do you say? Will you be my beast? Oh, peep show. Ooh, frittata, I'm watching a woman washing. I wish I could see myself watching washing. If the computer virus is infecting people, then I need to get a human virus to infecticide the computer. I shouldn't do this, but here.
Someone left this in the lost and found. Just got to dump this load in that dirty 'puter's floppy slot and collect my kudos. Oh, clipple. Y'all just killed my best platonic male friend. And now I'm gonna beat your A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a He seems to be stuck in some sort of a gl-gl-glitch.
And you's the devil what brought computerized viral shame to our town. I'm gonna pound you down. Freak any Why'd I ever help that freak any Can't stop thinking about me, huh?
I know the feeling. Why are you doing this? This is a defcom 5 level system-wide degenerative thought-tastrophe. Now's not the best time, but your brother died of a shameful lifestyle choice. No time to gab. I've got to cobble together a makeshift shakhashuri to tame a certain beast.
See yourself out. That music So soothing. It's the notes he's not playing. So relaxing. All systems back to go, huh?
What would you do if you were stranded halfway around the world when it crumbled? The world collapsed after the spread of the hyper-aggressive H5N1 Avian plague and several airborne mutations. By simply breathing the air, billions upon billions around the world died in less than a few months' time. Soon after, technology and infrastructure disintegrated. Electricity is gone; there are no cell phones, Internet, television or much else.
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