Thougts On Stuff...
	Someone once said something about how I ate an omelet in a casket in a monestary in the moonlight. I like to talk about Frenh's mustard because it is a classical subject. It is the way it was and the way it is. That's correct, yo diggidy. One thing's for certain, there is no power where there is no porn. That's what John said, and he knew style. He had a car with like five engines, and I said Peter, my man, I said have you ever tried French's mustard, and he's like, you mean the kind that is classical? Because there are only five ways for a zombie to die and I figure that's enough. If King Kong returns then giant berry prices will go up. This is my style, I don't have to eat paste to know that beauty comes and goes, but necrophilia is forever. My therapist told me that, he said, I mean, he said... I forget. God wont you buy me a Ford Tempo? In walked a man who said, Ty my man, he said, you don't even know what your gonna do. And I said, what am I gonna do? And he said, you don't even know. Because this is a tough time for most people, as the world turns and stuff, people have to step back and say... things. I don't make the rules, but I sure gota follow them, or else the rules don't mean nothing and I gotta eat a gallon of French's mustard. A gallon of everything is what I need; otherwise, there's no point in trying to exist. ~Tysen