The Isygonisms of Stigma

Whence will the voices in my head stop their awesome hip-hop beat themed rap music?!!! And when will the everlasting cornfields be replaced with rice? I hate maize!!!

Me!! I know who I am! I'm the dude playing a dude disguised as another dude! You the dude who don't know what dude he is!!!

Yeah, and then some more. Yes suh! When I was in the army, you boys in luck, I used to cook us up a great crayfish dish, yes suh!!! (use Robert Downey Jr's accent in Tropic Thunder)

Tagged ya!

Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

It has come to mine attention that some somnambulists are against the advent of comfy pillows. Why the discrepancy between the merger of Slumberland and the sandman? Wouldn't it be a boon for such organisations? Unless you get ninja shurikens involved.

Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

The other day, I was at a Government Department with Fere, and of all things, efficiency was on the menu! Twas' quite a surprise, friendliness was as well! Boycott the KL Monorail! They have done me a great injustice! Heres to the development of sugarcoated roads and banana peels on the Dusseldorf!!

Wheres my chains??!!
Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

I saw a watch the other day, but it looks like something a mighty morphine power ranger might buy. And then, Godzilla in the form of Jazmin stomped in and ate the UMobile CEO whilst he was giving his uplifting talk on his website. Sooty, its Mr. Pink-Whistle!!!

Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

Why should anyone want to finance terrorism? Just accept the fact that he is one! And then suppost the American courts! But no death threats please, we're civilized. Just look to Vietnam when the French invaded, and also Guantanamo Bay. 'I'll support you, bu whence you have resources, take Lez Grossmann's advice!!'

Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

Back to the topic at hand. Which is the development of sustainable facial hair renewal techniques for koala bears. It seems that unkind persons have used them as facial towels, coarse ones, of course, leading to permanent incontinence. Yeowchhhh!!!!

Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!
Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!
Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

Ahhh, Dorothy, how you do advocate hatred and strife. I personally feel that she deserved a less violent ending. Hast thou ever noticed how violent old poems are. Jack breaking his crown, humpty dumpty breaking into a million pieces, the history behind ring around a posy, rock-a-bye baby... man....

Wheres my chains??!!
Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!
Wheres my chains??!! Wheres my chains??!!

I like Enid Blyton books, and I do NOT and WILL not believe that Annie Sullivan was mean to her! So there!!

Wheres my chains??!!

Like a passing breeze in the wind, quoth the Raven, nevermore!!!

Cheers!