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hi. i like exploding dog and penny arcade a lot. chopping block medium amount. diesel sweeties because it has robots.
(upgrades was a mistake curse the no deleteable function...i suppose if it existed i'd just delete something i'd already made)

robots and people

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

robots and people can't stand on water


	i like pie


	i could go for some pie.


	go kill him


	i don't like killing but if i don't he'll hate me.


	i don't want to kill anyone.


	this letter says you have to kill him.

Untitled

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

Young Gabriel sits contemplating the meaning of life...among other things.


	i hate macs.


	i agree.


	me too.

I Hated the Ending. It was so Blah.

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

I know where these come from.


	Fucking nigh.

but I forgot the name.


	I'm a little crazy.

Oh wait I got it! I was called Watchers or something. The ending sucked.


	I'm on Mars.

part 1.

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

part 2.

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

part 2. the reimagining. it doesn't need to make sense.

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

Dolphins are not Mythical Beings of Evil

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

Ph-nglui mglw' nafh Cthulhu R'yleh wgah'nagl fhtagn.


	Z z z z z z z z z z z z

Upgrades

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04


	Who are you waving at?

GRRR. i suppose i was bound to make a mistake eventually.

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04


	Who are you waving at?


	I hate New robots.


	Who are you waving at?

Represent

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04


	I like the trash can.


	I'm not very good with nails. Could you try?

These are My Favorite Chords

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

Wish I had a socket set to dismantle this morning.


	Yay!


	Hurray!

So bring your Swiss army knife and a bottle of something, and I'll bring some spray paint and a new deck of cards.


	i'm a bug.


	me too.

Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness, keep all those bad ideas, keep all our hope. It's here in the smallest bones: the feet and the inner ear. It's such an enormous thing


	to walk,


	to listen.

Bill the Zombie

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

Bill the Zombie innocently stupid with his arm in hand minding his own business. He was thinking about how he wanted to quit his job. He hated the office. It was no place for any zombie.

He decided he would quit tomorrow. It was what he was going to do. He would march up to Bob the Boss and tell him. "I'm quitting." Bob the Boss wouldn't mind too much he hated zombies anyway.

But Bill knew he'd never quit. He was such a coward like that. He'd keep working till his body would no longer pull itself out of the coffin every morning. He had to put brains on the table.

I yearn for more control

by robotrestorefood
1-24-04

i have a headache.

i have a sore back.

i have desire.


	falters and falls down. calls you up drunk at 3 or 4am

Becoming just an excuse to put up song lyrics

by robotrestorefood
1-25-04

Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution ...this probably a sign that i'm out of ideas...


	holden caulfield is a friend of mine. we go drinking from time to time. And i find it gets harder everytime.


	watch your mouth or you're gunna make a difference. hold your tongue or you're gunna catch a bullett.


	Hemmingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life and i find gets harder every time so he aimed the shotgun into the blue placed his face between the two and sighed "here's to life"


	don't stop cause you might get burned and you might just learn how to stand on your own two feat and i think it's neat how you learn to repeat everything you here on the streets so well.


	Hey there Salinger what did you do just when the whole world was looking to you to right anything that meant anything you told us you were through and it's been years since you passed away.


	and i don't know much but i do know this with a glowing heart comes a rebel fist. and every single soldier was on fire.

i supppose we all get what we deserve

by robotrestorefood
1-29-04


	he didn't know if he was sleepy or not. he just knew that everything he did was sluggish. he felt like he was watching it all happen somewhere else. he felt he couldn't move.


	like his back's ache was dull and in the end he was the same. whether 4 hours of sleep in the past 2 days was enough he wasn't sure. he didn't wanna nap. it would throw off his circadian rhythym.


	he wouldn't want that. he'd just keep trying to to go to bed. and when he failed he'd numbly let it slide. and in his disembodied muddle muddle about the room


	letting irritating lights remind him he'd had a contact in for 5 months and it was only a matter of time before his eye burned right out of its socket.

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