bandit

wow, tweet 666 comin' up. oh damn! it's a SICK tweet. new era for u-limb. new style. better than dogs! better than hell dude! here it comes:

don't set your timeline to military time. bunch of weird dudes tweet from 2400-6666 hours & all they talk about is some secret "in the well"

"how creative. the joy division album cover again," - me, sarcastically, to the endless black & white lines pouring out the sky into the sea

open a girl twit pic and click expand. it make her grow from mere notion of what you can't have to real embodiment of what you can't have :]

dunno why the instructions are rage comics, i didn't buy it. the ikea guy just gave it to us villagers & vanished. i think it's a mausoleum.

"chicken scallopini? i could tweet chicken skele-penis," i say to the shadows on the cave wall. i don't even remember that i'm chained here.

ya, last name spelled: [distant howl] as in far off train, [metallic scraping] as in axe being dragged through quarry, [quiet sobbing] as in

corporations are people because people are corporations made of trillions of cells that survive by destroying+consuming weaker corporations

"man i'm sick of tv shooting for the lowest common dominator," drones man controlled by one of the largest, rarest dominators (psy-owl hive)

everybody welcome our surprise celebrity guest!! [the arm from arm & hammer hops out on stage and starts hammering people indiscriminately]

a dog in a chamber deep underground. when there are no more tweets left to make, he will die. he's crying, this is the last one. bandit, no!

each tweet is full of tiny little bones & one day the tiny people of the future will exhume our jokes to build even tinier people (to crush)

your movie script is a lot like unicode in that it's got a bunch of stupid characters that will never show up on a screen

scene in The Tetris Movie where the locusts eat the z-crops & the villagers are so famished they eat long blocks until their necks disappear

teens building new species of teen out of every available resource. teens of moss and teens of ore, our old weapons can not harm them.

that's sick as hell dog! [later, at veterinarian] "sorry, hell dog passed away last night" why wasn't i with him? the guilt will never leave

who's a dork for being the preeminent Donald In Mathmagic Land Extended Canon scholar now? [escapes unscathed as my classmates die of Traps]

Goofs: Beavis believes his existence to be that which he experiences rather than the blanket of darkness shrouding the infinity he does not.

what's the "use tunnels & dreams" checkbox on googlemaps? how do i turn "slight inward toward memory of house with iron floors (toll shaft)"

dude, don't name your kid that when he's got a speech impediment. how's he gonna make "a cool dino roar" with that awful rusted grate mouth