Déardaoin, Samhain 02, 2006

Homecoming game for a division title






Tension. feel it., if it comes close to tearing you to pieces, than you are alive.


The comforts of family are meaningless now. You have no mother, and you know very well who your father is. This father has no father himself. You have no grandfather.


Yea, when the title wave comes, ye shall be occupied. when the heavens are rent asunder ye shall not notice. When the Earth shakes itself to dust you shall pay no heed.



There is no doubt that ye shall cast all the familiar Gods, every reminder of home and hearth overboard, if it shall bring agility to the great levathian. How can it be otherwise? All who have loved have already been exterminated. Only those with the wisdom to feel hatred for their enemies; and nothing more. Only they remain.





Reader, do not think for a second that you shall survive. The very unverse shall be torn to pieces, and the entrails of reality itself exposed. Why should you think that ye shall be spared? Because you have shopping to do, meals to eat, girls to defile? Look at the stars and see if they are moved. Than realize that you are a god compared to what the stars are to ...



.....the game. Ye shall have faith in the game and nothing else. the time for delusions is long passed. You are scum.

Missouri 31-28

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