Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
well i'll be around for a while yet (some of us have to keep the wheels of industry turning lest the very fabric of our greed-soaked capitalist society should be torn down to reveal the emptiness at our very core) but i thought this would be the ideal time to remind my fellow heartlanders that it's perfectly acceptable to be a miserable old bastard right through the so-called "festive" season...
i will be taking my leave this afternoon and retreating to a secluded monk's cell on a tiny island in the middle of the mediterranean. following a few days meditation on the meaninglessness of existence i shall return refreshed, reinvigorated and restored to my very best.
on a final note, remember that any unwanted christmas puppies or kittens can be easily disposed of with the use of a sack, a brick and any large body of water.
"contradictions are meaningless, there's nothing to betray"
I reckon elaborate 'pet catapults' are the fun way of dealing with such problematic 'gifts'. You can mark out a shot putt type measuring system for added amusement.
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
