Carpe Noctem
About Me
- Name: Bakilas Lamort
- Location: A land of ones and zeros, Queensland, Australia
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Lamort's version of events
Hear me, hear me, my friends and allies. I request your assistance in a matter most grave. I have seen many in Bundaberg fall to the side of the pathetic Emo race and it must be stopped. Are you with me men?
Many of us have had friends cross to the dark side and don the ritualistic eye liner and tight pants. We shall AVENGE THE FALLEN! With your assistance they shall be redeemed in the afterlife.
First we shall lure them to an open field by playing their insidious music, wear earplugs my friends for the screams of Hawthorn Heights and Deathcab For Cutie can drink men insane. Once lured there we can round them up by threatening to wash their makeup off, because without their facepaint we can see the REAL faces of our enemies. For originally these Emos were not people, but in fact were an alien insect race dedicated to the destruciton of our species.
They arrived here many a year ago and began their plans, first they took human form and created a music hypnotic to the weak, soon the simple minded fell to their charms and an army was created.
After we have managed to gather them together it will be easy to remove the source of their power, EMO HAIR. We must scalp them to save them my brothers!
ONWARD TO HONOUR AND VICTORY!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
OJ Simpson...
Ok so after being found not guilty of murdering his ex-wife and her friend, he releases a book on how he would have done it, if he had done it... which of course "he didnt".
http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=65457
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Electric Sheep Sleep Here
Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infrared,
How I hate the night.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.
Love
Love is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope... Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds.