Thursday, April 26, 2007

Goal

If we don't want the Tower to fade out into nothing, we have to start setting attainable goals. Getting to the moon is a daunting task, but if we break it off into edible chunks, like snickers bars, that we can eat it. Imagine a girl who had the goal of becoming fat. She would get discouraged if she had to eat an entire 100 foot chocolate Jesus; if you break the Jesus down into bite sized chunks, she would be fat in fucking no time. That girl would be so fat. And our tower will reach the moon. I'm sorry for comparing our tower to a fat girl. It means so much more than that to me. Actually, it isn't even right comparing them on the same scale. I hate fat girls. I love the tower. Fat girls have nothing to do with the tower and never will. There are two scales, one scale for hate, and one scale for love. The love scale is full of the tower, while the hate scale is being broken by the fat girl.
Our first goal shall be the height of three Christopher Walken's. Google it, bitches.

The Story of the Tower of the Zombie Part One

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Story of the Tower of the Way Cool New Kid

He came sauntering up the hill from his parked Kawasaki Zeroninja 1080z, moving across the recently mown grass like a fish through mother fucking water. Everyone held their breath as the full weight of his manly coolness hit them. The new kid stopped, looked around, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his studded leather jacket, lit one with his zippo, and inhaled like it was the best damn thing anyone could suck on. Amanda, the head cheerleader, timidly approached, "Hey, uh, cigarettes, are like, not prohibited on school grounds, so you've like, gotta put it..." The new kid cut her off with a puff of smoke in the face. No words, just cool. He kept walking toward the school doors, so cool he didn't even notice the stares of the onlookers. Without even looking back, he disappeared behind the thick school doors, still sucking on his cancer stick.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Sunday, April 1, 2007