Friends, Romans, Aztecs, the Iroquois. Our sweet, sweet world is near its final dawn. Old mother ground force is about to bang out skywards and not even God is going to get in the way.
Final dawn for humanity, yes, final humanity for life, no. For the spide race, yes, the evil forces of Professor Gremloid and his six generals of the spider dynasties are preparing to wipe us out.
Lock your gates, your mates, your United States. Them there spiders can kickbox and are about to beat up you and your under eights. Watch out for small black moving spindles of doom wearing sweatbands and forgot sake don't answer the phone.
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Wednesday, 1 January 2003 02:27 (twenty-one years ago) link
OH,,,MY,,,GOD...!
All this time I thought they were only in my mind.
What's that about forgetting saki? (I know I'll never forget.)
What time is it? Is it 1989 yet?
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Wednesday, 1 January 2003 03:44 (twenty-one years ago) link