a lot many things make sense. none of them actually work.

what makes the Grand unification theory the second best thing.

hey yall i found this really awesome dude who uploads awesome music daily illegally.
he is totally awesome you should check him out. He is said to be the intellectual find of the century. do check him out. his blog hahalolwow. he is so creative ya.

Wake up. Realize. Subordinate your fears. Die.

"you know freedom exists in a school book..."

a statement like this would urge you to rethink if you have ever been familiar with the idea. the idea of freedom that is. For one we are inescapably tied down by the physical laws that govern you me and everything in between. The notion of absolutism can thus be micturated upon without much ado.
so what is this freedom everyone is after. what happens when you choose to do certain things as opposed to others. Basically we are only altering the parameters that bind us. so it would seem freedom lies in the choice. the choice to choose what binds.
would that then imply that inaction is the greatest form of freedom? or that you could only be limitlessly free in thought?

no if no jat sirf butt.

there are so many women in such vicinity. so much 'hau' to be had. but there's a heavy air of incompatibility that hangs low. its in the sweet smell of winter-onset in the inadvertent bead of sweat in the cold, in the frowns, in every gait. There's plastic beauty and all that can entice.

i was just pretentiously trying to be prolific above.

now heres the deal Antaragni is on. The biggest college festival in the country (debatable) and the biggest college rock competition(not debatable). so what does it take to be a rock band? hot pipe hitting chicks with the band, fat "hey ho, i'm EMO" dressed-in-black black guys or the shitty sound check and shittier lyric in their song. the guy with long hair would go "check check ..... check check (me out i am making noise) yeah..ooohh aahhh ohhhh yeah aahhhhh and (orgasm)." and then they would puke while growling and all sorts of oral and vocal oddity. The only part in all of this that is enjoyable is the smoking smoking-hot chick. yeah. no one likes classic rock these days.
why dont you like classic rock?
why don't you die?

its simple there are only three things to be admired
Bandi (recklessly hot)
gana
khana.

and the dressing is food for thought too. the shabby i-am-so-free appearance has to have just the right amount of shabbiness. a little slip or a small crease is dealt with haste in order to conform to the 'freedom with the right amount of shabbiness'. some freedom. punks.

so heres a theory how they got their enviably long hair. Its has a Two Deep Breaths mechanism.
First deep breath : ...and nothing. but wait, did your balls fall off?
Second deep breath : and lo! magically all of the fat disappeared and the head puked out tonnes of hair. awesomeness. i am blinded. but you my dear have no balls now. aha ahaha ahahahahahah.

Insolence makes me sick, and it makes you you.

"Have you ever seen those smilies while chatting? There are these different smiley themes available, which make you go "wow, that girl must really like me, look how she's smiling!" or "man, i overdid it today, he's really crying!". It's just a smiley! All she did was put a colon and a bracket!"

quoting Chachi