SST. Now I know that everybody is sick and tired of senless babble on CNN,
but this is SST, a completely different type of news. First and foremost I'd
like to discourage everyone from voting. Remeber, your vote doesn't count,
and the only true choice that you have is either voting and becoming part of
the machine, or staying true to your ideals. There is no reason you should
have to settle for a candidate. There is no reason you should vote with your
father. There is no reason to breath, Tom will give you all the oxygen you'll
ever need.
It's been a while since anybody has written to Dear Pezorgy. *slaps
everyone's hands*. I think i've gotten two in the past month, which means
that I haven't offended anyone in a while. Either that or you all have lots
ambition in my newsletter. Either way it means I've lost my edge. In
conclusion, this will be the last SST. Thank you all ( all seven of you who
read this), and everyone else who deleates it, you all have meant so much to
the evolution of SST ( not really you fucks, you killed it!!!!!!! Damn
you!!!!!!! Damn you all to hell!!!!!!!!! <oh god Tom you are going to pop a
vessel, think happy thoughts.....happy like pie......mmmmmmmmmmm pie> Well I
leave you all with a brand spanking new story called " Freedom V. Democracy".
Hope you enjoy, it has a happy ending.
There once was a youth named Freedom. He lived his life on the beach of
Kingdom. And every morning he would take a walk down the beautiful Kingdom
boardwalk.
One Tuesday Freedom found a box amung the rocks. He remembered the tales
his father had sailed about this special find. It was said that only a few
shores had ever seen this gift, but that itself was starting to shift. It was
also well known that the box hides in the tides, and can only be found every
couple years. So surpasing his fears, Freedom leaned over to knock on this
infamous box.
As soon as Freedom reached out, the box started to shout. "Choices,
choices, choose me, choose he". Freedom was so shocked he almost fell into
the sea. What kind of choice was wanted from this voice? Freedom extended his
arm once again, this time the box let him in--pulling him through bone, hair,
teeth and skin. Once inside he saw two baloons: one red one, one blue. He
touched just one, and stuck to it like glue. The voice came back in a flash "
He chose me, he chose you". And freedom just sat there not knowing what to do.
A massive monstrosity formed from Freedom's curiosity. A two-headed
heathen surged and emerged from the depth's of the shallow box. Grabbing
Freedom, the beast was ready to feast, and shouted out one final rhyme.
"The box was a prop you miserable fool, now it is I Democracy who shall
rule. There was no real choice Y'see, you choose he, you choose me. We are
one in the same, not like you thought, now prepare to face our mighty white
onslaught."
And Freedom was consumed by his horrible creation, now just another part
of this evil sensation.