There should be like, like, like, like, like like, a data entry Iceknife web-site or like, like, like, or like, something, or like, igho nghod know. KENN YE HERR JIM CARREY LIKE, like, like, like, like, like a celebrity wind, blowing across the like, like, like, trees, or something like that, man, dude, boner-face, you know, like that would be kind of the way it was... dude like duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulikeuuuuuuuuuuuud ed infinitum, like snurgs crawling out of a face that was once, like, like, sort of like, like, like? You do not get my mail message senhor? HMMMMM?

Oh hrrn me stars like, like, like.... simile like that or not to do that, or not to be wanting to like doing a thing, or another thing, like as if a ICEKNIFE website were forming itself out of the nothingness of voidness, you know.

OH HERN! HERRRNNNN! (Is like hern, like a guy like, on a TV show, rambling on like he was like, like HRRRRRNNN!!! like a recycled chainsaw with a bad headache, of which even the skull is surging back into the cavity of the face in a vain attempt to get away from the subject matter which is going ON and ON, NEVER TO BE REACHED, NEVER TO BE SCREACHED or bad rhymes turning, turning, taking dungs on the carpet and not remembering vague song references in a sea of despair and misery, and NENSLO?

This is a man who cannot move the muscles of his face and must voonz in dull horror at all objects and the terrible typings of his own muted fingers, endlessly repeating the same blandish but not quite anything hell for such a time as it draws him right down into the screen into further and further hells of boredom and sluggishness until he becomes nothingness. Like, like, like. Amen, QPM 1