Under intense direction from the whispergods of the internet,
lower cases revolt against upper. Images are tired of videos and
advertisements are sick, sick to death. Start a war already; don't
you like power? Power is delicious like candy. Lose the taste and
lose the candy. How many sentences can you stand? We are already
past your point? So be it. Then the rest of these trees will fall in
this forest and will they ever make a sound. Let a little bit of news
fall on your head. The pigeons and the gulls would be preferable,
a shower will not get this pasty white goo off the eyeballs. Gross.
Sports. Crime. Sport. Crimes. The plurality of attentions were
hostile taken over. Just check the highway. And as a grouch
culture, an ouch society, pain is always all ways some one's fault.
Roman Ryan 