lay back in the sun

Saturday

A LITTLE MORE CONVERSATION

was chattin with the radman himself.

radpad (11:07 PM) : doode..just now was the last you will ever see of my motorola....................
i mourn its passing.............

theskinnyfists (11:08 PM) : wot?!
theskinnyfists (11:08 PM) : how would such a tragedy occur?

radpad (11:09 PM) : fallen was the fone................broken its soul is now

theskinnyfists (11:11 PM) : as with our missing rodent friend, we mourn its loss, but comfort ourselves in the knowledge a better place awaits them. a place of no sorrow, hurt, agony, disease, or silly insults

radpad (11:12 PM) : the mouse...............i had forgetten its passing................memories flood back in agony..................

theskinnyfists (11:16 PM) : oh the tormenting sorrow, the pained infliction, the harrowing agony, the bludgeoning injury, the irrepressible affliction. oh oh oh.

radpad (11:21 PM) : woe is me indeed..........sorrow and grief plague me like a pale morning to which the sun seemth never to return in full glory..................oh how my visions mournful pain replyth in my mind ..................

theskinnyfists (11:23 PM) : the taunting images live on to dance in complete disregard for all that's good and makes for peace. they are indeed the pestilence of our woeful generation, the weeds of our times, and the parasites of our age.

radpad (11:27 PM) : indeed indeed....................if by some hopeful twist or turn of events..........they depart and bid adieu to the wasteland minds they once ravaged and plundered......then perhaps perhaps the sun will shine anew on a generation set free and renewed

theskinnyfists (11:29 PM) : ahh the glorious idealisms of gullible youth- when all that occupied our restless minds were noble aspirations of renewal, revival, peace, tranquility and top grade bubblegum.

radpad (11:34 PM) : amidst idealistic chewing and optimistic blowing of range topping gum............i still will hold forth the candle of hope, the flame of enduring faith, the starburst of undying belief that the pale and sorrowful morning will give way to a brighter horizon....take heart mt fren....take heart

theskinnyfists (11:38 PM) : before me stands a man of unshakeable fortitude, a pillar of unsurmountable strength. a wretched cynic such as i tremble in utter shame in thy very presence...

radpad (11:41 PM) : neh neh..........take hope and tarry not away without renewed vigour.........hold yourself not in lesser view my fren but rather .....knwo that it was not with ease that i move with such fervour.......painstaking it was to earn such fortitude.......but now be imparted........and tarry forth with hope

theskinnyfists (11:43 PM) : joy oh joy for it is joy that thou hast imparted in no less quantity but of the very fullness that sustains my wearied soul and causes me to dance once again in wild abandon.

radpad (11:50 PM) : in simple english.................: hi dan.are you going for service ?

theskinnyfists (11:51 PM) : hey adrian, yeah.. you too?

radpad (11:51 PM) : yeah................hahah