The name is corpsie, whose mental acumen is well below par.
Seriously think that fart is a form of art. Why? I’d always considered art as something that would survive through time but as i travelled the opposite way, where no man has gone before, i didnt find human vapors to be something insubstantial, worthless, or fleeting.

Then it hit me. Either its a fantastic or foolish idea. A mixture of a vapor and air, as the explosive human-anal-combustion oxidating through our acute nostrils. That distinctive, often agreeable odor, that keen smell never seem to disapoint us on the first hit. It changes our state of mind or emotion therefor it became an artform that was beautifully orchestrate by our own body.

I’d like to think that my ass is a type of canvas or mixed media.
Made me feel special in some way.
Since im not too keen about having a tattoo or piercings.
There arent any other option left for me. so i choose fart.

If it isnt art, it’s just ordinary fart. where’s the fun in that?

Is it me or this Pizza Hut’s coleslaw tasted like Baygon?
there’s this tingling feeling, its not from mayo.
not from pepper either.
Definately not from the plastic container.

I think it’s the veggies. they looked oddly fresh.

or maybe because it was from the leftovers last night?

weird.

i didnt notice any aerosol cans near the food.

but why is it tasted like baygon?

i did notice the ants though.

no way, could it be?…..

the signal is pretty weak anyway.
atleast i manage to post this post.

but at 3am. aha!

thzt counts

btw, any info on wifi 2.4Ghz/5Ghz antenna available in kl?

my smile after an almost one year of torment, humiliation and torture.
It was a good day afterall to wake up and crack WEP.

next target, GuardianHouse.

yes, i smelled your name. in mind, its clouded with fear, the first time i saw you. hence, i trembled in joy. since its isnt just drugs that keeps me going. It is the fear that you had given me.

It reads, “Critical Myspace Vulnerabilities”

im having so much fun.