So I open my inbox after my many weeks of well-deserved rest from dealing with the torture of not having my adoring fans flood it with inane praise and insightful questions or ANYTHING REALLY, and when I do check it WHAT do I get? I get two pieces of mail, both from the same fuckign weirdo! Jesus christ what d I have to do to get your attention?! Blwo up the world again? I don't fucking care it'd be easier than remembering to post on this blasted thing during my rare windows of sustained sobriety (or creative states of altered consciousness).
"Sorry, I do hope it get's through this time. For some reason you're email name bounces. Unlucky.
Anywho, so you actually managed to memorise the whole movie? That is an impressive feat! Gaia must have at least recognised the passion for her you had simply by the effort you put into it. I do hope you managed to return the scars in some form for what she put you though.
Forever your minion,
I would like to say that those scars have indeed been returned, in the form of legal fees ranging in the hundreds of dollars. Those fees for sustaining court orders and peace bonds - they add up, fool!
"Captain! Mate, how are ya?
I hear the casks are proving to be a small problem for you? With that, I have a few ideas that you can do!
1. Donate them to the local childcare. They would prove to be excellent re-useable water bags for them, or pillows, or balloons, or anything else that involves carrying a liquidated gas. (assuming you don't have any diseases that can be contracted through sharing goon sacks)
2 Donate them to the local aged care home. I assume that with an ageing population, hot water bottles would be in great demand. With one of these babies curled up around the wrinkled, liver spotted feet of those old darlings, they'd be sure to get a good night sleep.
3. Donate them to the local brothal. Erotic asphyxiation. Need I say more?
Those are a few ideas I had to help. I have more, but I assume that should take care of them for a while.
Forever a fan,
Oh, so you're no longer my minion. You're a "fan" now. Just a "fan". I only go a single month without posting anything about my wretched existence and immediately I am degraded in your eyes? What kind of "fan" would do that? Why...why would you DO such a thing to me? EXPLAIN yourself - why?!?
As for the casks, they have since been filled with compost, and then sealed with melted plastic. The warmth from the decomposition of the enclosed garbage serves as a semi-adequate home heating system.
massage my bruised ego at: captainofourplanet @@@@@@@ gmail DOT com