Norm awarded Brownlow Medal by himself for services to smelling the flowers
July 21st 2008 01:44
Norm, nature-laugher, florist extraordinaire, bong-head, simpleton, Marxist reanimator, dope-thinker, papal-pleaser, stay-at-home dud, fart-laugher, and kiddy-art crayoner is too much of a laugher to think that nature doesn't have the answers.
"I'm too conceited to admit that I am conceited," the willing masturbator, crass-dresser and master of conceit told waiting ear-holes.
Words, insane, inane, human creations, are barely of our own making, anyway, he said whittling his pencil into a sharp point.
That we think they are the masters of reality is a sham, the increasingly erotic wordsloth told the mastery that is the world we try and hopelessly master.
Particularly when they're so hard to muster, anyway, the authoritarian farce of reason said as he stacked a pile of words to create offence he was building to keep the pests out.
Dearth, waiting in the wings like a flea on a pigeon, is too plentiful to believe in our supremacy, the increasingly rabid dag told fellow laughers.
It's unfortunate that pride comes before a fool, the foolish philanthropist told himself as someone paraded a float of big words down the river.
Words, water off a dick's blog, are not reality; reality is hard like my fart.
Nature beats book for truth, I'm silly.
"I'm too conceited to admit that I am conceited," the willing masturbator, crass-dresser and master of conceit told waiting ear-holes.
Words, insane, inane, human creations, are barely of our own making, anyway, he said whittling his pencil into a sharp point.
That we think they are the masters of reality is a sham, the increasingly erotic wordsloth told the mastery that is the world we try and hopelessly master.
Particularly when they're so hard to muster, anyway, the authoritarian farce of reason said as he stacked a pile of words to create offence he was building to keep the pests out.
Dearth, waiting in the wings like a flea on a pigeon, is too plentiful to believe in our supremacy, the increasingly rabid dag told fellow laughers.
It's unfortunate that pride comes before a fool, the foolish philanthropist told himself as someone paraded a float of big words down the river.
Words, water off a dick's blog, are not reality; reality is hard like my fart.
Nature beats book for truth, I'm silly.
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Comment by RubySoho
Music Zone
Thought Zone
the authoritarian farce of reason,
that'll have me chuckling all day.
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I'm a pacifierist so I won't be going to war.
Comment by Morgan Bell
Deep Pencil
Current Business News
Movie Train
Artist Quirk
it reminds me of the time Bill OReilly told Jon Stewart that he may have more nightly viewers but thats only because theyre all stoned slackers
good luck with the floristry and kiddy crayon drawings!
and remember, its not what you say its how long the words are you use to say it!
Comment by Nomad
Awesome Food
Comment by D. Armenta
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
Oh man, you suck.
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I wouldn't be the dynamic go-getter you see before you if it wasn't for the aforementioned apparatus.
You're not a stoned slacker are you?
I eat crayons for breakfast and flowers for lunch.
Yea, big words and stuff are like ya know real good and that and stuff.
Peace out
Nomad,
99 cents. Value.
D,
What's that rattle?
Sorry, just shaking my head.
Comment by D. Armenta
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Comment by D. Armenta
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
Oops--just pooped a little.
Guess that makes me a contender for a Brownlow too, right?