i kind of romanticise this to mean that i'm resisting the rich horders of the mpaa and riaa and such.

let those dinosaur organizations fail and fall.

maybe artists will start breaking out with some decent tunes and movies.

 not just a money making endeavour but a freedom of art.

it's disgusting that entire industries leech what little art there is out there

to be huge productions of recycled concepts.

  i'd gladly pay an artist. but i'd bite my own arm off before paying some rich douche bag who didn't do anything but manipulate the law in his favour to own something that by it's own nature should be shared.

ps your mother wears army boots.

so i'll regale you with the information that you so yearningly wish to know.

yes, i did brush my teeth.

it was orgasmic.

next question.

yes i would like fries with that. but not your fries no.. never your fries, i want the kind of fries that would touch me in a way like no other. fries that would move me to write a best selling book about something angsty and romantic.  (when i wrote that i was going to say the sequal to a movie i love. but then i realized it wasn't a movie it was my life... geuss you haven't seen that one.)

yes i want it all. but don't offer fries if i have to pay for them.

 two, does anyone know where you can buy size 28 waist 34 leg jeans that aren't ridiculous looking?

i'm not asking for proof of god or anything T___T 

kudos and i bid adieu.

exuent all ^_~

meaning i don't know what i have till i waste it.

or something.

i'll get back to you on that one.

best just to leave a messege after the beep.

*beep*