Everybody is a retard. I just refound this book that I found oh back in 1998. A friend of mine used to share a mailbox with this headshop, and I couldn't resist pinching this book left in it. And it is just as gaylordish now as it was then. I remember I had planned to put it back where I found it, but being the hyper critical sarcastic spaz that I am, I filled it with commentary of my own and then felt bad about returning it. O.K. I'm lying, I just forgot. I did wonder what he would think if he paged through it after I was done though.

Let's play a game. See if you can figure out what I added in the samples below.





the first bit is kind of hard to read. It says: "The strength of man is not to be measured in his muscle but in his heart and in his mind.

Emotions taken for granted breed loneliness and heartache which is an unnecessary hardship which no one should have to bare."

ugh forget it. This is a stupid game that is not very hard. Also, my comments are just as fucktwatted as his. See? Retards, one and all.