Soos is a cyborg now.  Or he's fighting cyborgs?  Or he's eating cyborgs?  I'm not sure anymore

Trever's Headphone feed on his life essence.  Matthew's computer does not.  Flesh bags feed his audio.  Electricity is the past.  Bodies are the future.  Accept your power.

Sincerely,

The Very Real Chairperson of GMEP (Grandparents for More Electric Power)

There are few mysteries more complex than the Pizza-guy-possibly-wearing-or-being-an-animatronic-but-also-running-a-store-for-children-where-people-throw-pants-at-badgers-while-being-badgered-get-it-its-a-joke-haha-laugh-now-please-okay-love-you-bye.

-Ronald Heffinbacker, 32 minutes before his untimely death at the hands of a mechanical badger.

There are few things that scare us.
We made a list.

1.  Children.
2.  Funky music outside our doors.;
2b.  Soy-based calculators'
F.  Soy-based children.
5.s.2.  Lists-based musical calculators+_=

You are here.  They are here now too.  We are here.  Listen.  List3n.  L3s+en.  li_te+.  l-s+eN{}  LISTEN

There's absolutely NOTHING like a hole in one!  I have tasted the sweet nectar of immortal glory and now the drabs of our pale existence pale in comparison to the pale golden glow of victory.

Love,

A socially-inept minigolf expert.

There are few horrors the eyes cannot comprehend.  The mind.  Is a different story.  Welcome to Tad Strange.

There are few things more powerful than zombies.  One of those things is sleep.  Your three tired boys enter back into that strange place between places, that paradigm of unseen expressions, the spectre of digitized immortality.

podcasting.

enjoy the show.

Once a beautiful brusselsprout garden, the mouldy hillside was now nothing but a love letter to his Ernest Hemmingway attempts to create meaning from madness, blood from stone, water from snow.  This is the hill and metaphor upon our beloved Trever died this week.  Sleep well you sweet petunia.

If memes are dreams, then what are we?  And if there are memes in our dreams, then are we meme dreamers or have we therefore created dreams within dreams and thus we can say "Inceptus Nolanus Overratus" for we have become MEME the dream-memer of dreams.

-  Love, 

   Joe