Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

'what fear most is not the darkness but the light within us'

any friend of scooter is a friend of mine


j

Unfortunately, Santa Jim, since you don't know how to read too well, most likely haven't completed a work of literature since Black Beauty in the 10th grade (it was steep, too) , and wouldn't know a metaphor from your cheap mama, your criticism falls rather flat. Now work on your Salvation Army bell technique, ringtone!

stilltrucking wrote:'what fear most is not the darkness but the light within us'

any friend of scooter is a friend of mine


j

Ahh..harketh! A voice in the wilderness---

Holiday Best to you and your's Jack

perezoso wrote:
You ruined LitKicks......

Yes..YES...YES!! IT'S TRUE!

It was my crowning achievment of pure evil.

I, Scootertrash, laid it to waste!

I, Scootertrash, singlehandedly destroyed it.

Moving like a malevolent shadow behind the scenes, I used it, I abused it, I infected it, befouled it, corrupted it, divided it and conquered it! And when I was through I wadded it up like soiled toilet paper and flushed it down the sewer without so much as a twinge of regret or remorse.

And I got away with to!

No one knew it was me all along!

Til now, that is.


Til YOU came along and figured it all out.

You, you goody-two-shoed-wanna-be-boyscout ratfink!

I'll get you for this, oh yes, I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do!

perezoso wrote: It's a tragedy that Doreen cannot see what a pathetic, untalented, useless hick you really are.

SILENCE!

I have her under my power. She has no will of her own now.
It's futile for you to try to make her see anything that I choose she not see!

Don't even waste your time trying to convince her otherwise!

I, Scootertrash, am everywhere!

I, Scootertrash, control everything and everybody!!

ChainlubeTrash: ya sure can cut and paste from your loompanics sites or ephedrine supply companies, and run yr little nazi cracks, but regardless of how much crap you spew your IQ still matches the horsepower of yr harley: about 60 on a good day, I'd wager: and like the slow, ugly, fat piece of yankee crap you ride you should be put out in a salvage yard...

this is, in absolute fact, the first real proof that i have that i have been published.

thanks scoot.

p.s.
go fuck yourself.