What would I say then? What would be my shout? Would my feet be frozen? I'm training once in a while for this. This summer I cycled 2477,82 kilometers in and around Amsterdam plus another 1693,89 kilometers on my home trainer. That's 4171,71 kilometers in less than three months on a regular no speed bike! And three quarters of it in the first 2 months. Lungwise I should manage. Yes I am a beast. O Yeah! I get even Picasso to turn around in his grave and Van Gogh to scratch behind his ear. O yeah! o Yea! O yeah! Listening to Triangle FM makes my heart beat faster. Just to hear my mother tongue once in a while. Ca fait du bien. A Ouai! A Ouai! Just filling up the lines of my blog 100% edited by me. Vous êtes tous des cons, sans exceptions. J'ai pitié pour vous et de vous. Vous etes tellement con. O Yeah! C'est le future. I'm gonna conquer where Napoleon failed all the way to Russia and beyond. I've already conquered the Outer systems far away far away far away very far away. I don't even know anymore where?! I called them The Benoît Solar System. TBdoubleS Star System. O Yeah!
Old junk new junk. O Yeah!
Ca suffit, comme ca.
Tiens toi bon bonhomme;
Il y aura des meilleurs temps
Tu sais.
Tout se passe tu sais.
Pas de romantique ici
Ca suffit, ca suffit.
Tu sais c'est pas facile
La vie.
Pas de romantique ici.
Ca suffit, ca suffit.
Tu sais il y a des autres
Choses dans la vie.
Tu peux, par exemple aller
Monter l’ Himalaya.
Ah Ouai! O Yeah!
Old junk new junk makes my intestines grin dear reader wherever you comin' from. Be it even from an other planet you have ceased to function the moment you start thinking or read my stuff. So you have reached thus so far 'cos you're already lost 'cos the criminals rule all over the place I think to myself. Where the f*ck can you register your site properly? Well it's slowly starting to show up. Some engines finally decided that I weren't their Foe after all and are slowly accepting me, while I rebuild my heavy duty free webstation. O Yeah! Tax free for you to read even for my Old junk new junk who pays no taxes and thinks to himself. You pitiful bunch of f*ck ups. I love free. O Yeah! Except when I buy hardware. Social moralists don't even bother with me. I'd bash your trash to rash and smash mash potatoes just as Alan Alda in Mash and Korea.
I'd burn the crap out of you if I could. Whip the trash out of your nostrils if I could. Humbug your burning desires. I have writen all the trash of the world to oblivion by the time I will have reached my one milionth word. I'll be king of the rogue highway. I will have conquered the complete sub conscious of the planet and beyond. TBdoubleS Star System is just a couple of parsecs away and comin' your way. O Yeah!
'Cos I am the darth ghost of publishers, editors supreme being of understanding enfant terrible, poet avant-garde, astronaut of the dimensions and reaching destination slowly but surely. I am gonna pollute the Internet as much as possible with my Old junk new junk new world order new Bible. Holy f*ck and O Yeah! I am gonna spam the sewage even worse than an alligator. Everyday a new oppurtinity. Every day a new verse to call upon and darth ghost will conquer. O Yeah! Every search engine will be infected with my Old junk new junk eventually.
My services are at your disposal dear dearest of all readers who is reading now. Make use of my services and read my rhyme and together the Fifth dimension will be ours! Ice breaker pirate and omnipresent potential liquidator impersonator, time to chicken! I am hungry. O Yeah!
