ice cream cone rainbows

[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
i want your soul
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
i will eat your soul
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
come to daddy. come to daddy.
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
that’s nice
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
have you heard the dep version of that song
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
I wouldn’t have thought they could do it with standard rock instraments
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
but they did
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
and stop reminding me of my soul
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
dep?
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
I lost that in an unfortunate accident and I kind of miss it
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
the dillinger escape plan
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
…rudebega
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
ahhhhh… where?
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
its wearing the pants
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
and holding the other fruits and vegetables hostage
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
presumably… it will… make them wear pants. i am unsure
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
I don’t want to live in a world where vegetables have to face the opression of pants
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
I think it’s time for a mass suicide
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
quick go buy some kool-aid and arsenic
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
arsenic I have
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
well then fuck it
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
i hate arsenic straight up
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
im sure we can find some fruit juice from concentrate
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
pussy
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
hey, how that shit makes me feel in the mourning you can call me whatever the fuck you want
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
a corpse is most accurate
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
mourning. clever. im not sure if it was intentional, but kudos anyways
scott – and I read something about a son of a gun, named extinction. says:
me… make a mistake… you should be shot
[the cosmic didgeridoo] says:
settle down il duce