welcome to nineteen eighty four . . . are you ready for a forum world war? you too will face the secret police; they'll rape and sodomize newbies and they'll draft your niece.
the cliques will be torn and restuck out upon limbs of who believes in the power of named control. tags of what you are will be the victims of habitual rights left to fend for themselves in the blackness of a plugged-in life. who's the tallest, who's the smallest, and who can eat the most bowls of chili from you know where?
can we all get along by ignorama drama? just after the sing-a-long proves that no one deserves to be forced to watch american idol anymore, we all form the bridge over the smolders of a past dc punk scene.
be free . . . go pee . . . and bong hits all around from charlie the tuna of the sea.