IT'S COMMON KNOLEDGE THAT WE, THE ANNONYMOUS STATES OF /b/, OWN THE INTERNET. SOME FAG SITE MESSES WITH US, WE MAKE IT CRASH AND LEAVE NO TRACE. WE HAVE HACKERS, PEDOPHILES, RACISTS, AN HEROES, SOMETHINGFAGS, EFG'S...WE GOT THE WORST OF THE WORST. BUT WHY THE FUCK DON'T WE OWN THE WORLD? THIS IS A CALL TO ARMS, A PRESAGE, A PROPHECY. THE SWORDS HAVE BEEN RAISED /b/ROTHERS, WE ARE THE THOUSANDS IN THE DARKNESS WAITING TO ATACK .INFERNAL LEGIONS, THEIR HEADS SHALL BE YOUR PRIZE, TROPHIES TO OUR DOMINION OF CONQUESTS ONLY FANTAZISED. AND TO OUR VICTORY WE WILL DRINK. THIS 30TH OCTOBER, ALL SOLDIERS WILL PAINT A MESAGE IN PUBLIC AREAS EASILY SPOTTED BY MANY PEOPLE. THE MESSAGE WILL BE THE FOLLOWING:

THIS WORLD BELONGS TO THE UNFORGIVING LEGION, YOUR END DRAWS NEAR.

THIS IS MERELY THE BEGINING..

(C) 2007 SEASE Productions. The above was posted on 4Chan by a fellow /b/tard. All Rights Reserved, EVERY Wrong Justified.

Famous Monsters Part 8: Bride Of The Monster

Looks back at her lover and laughs.

As if all good things in the night go on without consequence.

Either way, anyway, it's all okay.

Especially in a system where aesthetic worth is based on units shipped. The differences between getting-it and seeing-right-through-it become heir-apparent.

Apparently information is controlled in houses of government anxious about depression. Deflation economics was never my strong suit.

I best digress and stick to dissecting the hopes of every hopeless kid. Like a scarecrow of rock and roll making sure that Johnny Law doesn't catch up with Johnny Rebel.

Scaring sparrows for amusement is plastic enthusiasm. It's not something real. Like music.

Music does something special to those that have experienced near death situations. It's hard to explain. The bylines help.

Still. Don't confuse live music and art performance. They are both the same thing.

Spray painting on rooftops in hot neighborhoods is a whole other story. You won't catch me atop Motorcycle Club digs where wheels of soul sip sanctioned sauce.

I'm too old trying to return to forever fusing cool blue grooves with funky edges. In this area of operation no think tank commandos are needed to trademark words like success. And hip.

You see, all spoils garnered by pen are ultimately judged by their penmanship.

(C)2007 SEASE Productions/Buford Industries. All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.