YEAH!! Here at Videogum, we don’t believe in low-brow! Especially from somebody equally as white and equally as male as the vast majority of us!!!

the left eye sees the right eye. the mouth talks to the throat. the nose smells itself. the ears hear the whispers of the other. do not disown your equivilent. do not disown your heart. life is a metaphor for death. death is the love within a beating baby’s heart. love me. love me not. be truthful.

I live in the internet. I am a binary beauty. I love the digital world, I am a smoking gun of wonder. I am verbal sex.

And you must be Glen Beck with great insights like that. My heart is harder than cobalt, my eyes steelier than block ice, my face a beam of infrared, my mind a desolate paradise. Be truer than you are… AKA, stop being the mental equivalent of llama’s cock.

You are not funny unless you are making fun of what being funny is. Just think about being honest, and the fever of hillarity will flow from you. Why can’t you stop being a little jock-itch bitch and realize this. What are you? A new born newbie?

Your barf is the first breach of your truth. The breaking of a long addiction to cynicism. You will be clean. I will make you clean. A sparkle in the diamond of your true self. Be true. One love.

These woman are empty. Soul-less is they. No hearts for their sleeves, and no sleeves on their sleeveless dresses for any beating organ. They are lost in a tundra of TV snow. Garbled emotions are the static in their dynamic lives. Perpetrating venom is the key to their characters. Anecdote: truth.

Thats obvs because you have no sense of humor and you don’t get the direction that he is coming from. You know most of the time he isn’t being serious. He’s doing something us enlightened ones like to call sarcasm. Maybe you’ve heard of it. Certainly many of the other losers around here have.
“Stop the near sighted jests, about vermin and pests, you are one with us all, so don’t stand so tall. Life is a surprise, and for that we are grateful, in death we are lonely, but alas we are fateful. I believe in sincerity, and sarcasm and humor, but it is not hilarious, to make slights about tumors. Cook is a master, at observable hillarity, but for people like you, his jokes are a charity”.
Be true to your heart.

No you may not. Tenacious D is probably the weakest music capable of being created. You are not only stupid, but you obviously don’t like actually funny things either. And to the rest of you… you are pretty much weaker than I originally thought. You have been betrayed by the tiny tunnells running between your heart and your brain… they are canals of bold red lies to your self and selfhood. You should be ashamed of your soul-lessness.

Believe in yourselves, and the cynicism that you sputter will become fresher than farm fresh butter. Hold your hearts true and the brake lights of life with deliver your ghosts to a faceless plain of unabashed beauty and completeness.

I’m NOT your ninja… but you are my anjina. You make my tears turn red with emotional struggles knowable only to the face of Mephistopheles. you are the starvation of all the children to whom sustenance is not a necessity but a game that is played by consenting adults. Untie my spinal chord of reckoning.