Our mission

Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?

Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

My Cellulite

I love a sunburnt beer-belly,

A land of jiggling fadoobadahs,

Of ragged muffin tops, and flowing triple chins,

I love her handles for getting hold of, cankles running free,

Her beauty and her terror -

The wiiiide brown land for me.

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