The Nincompoop Faction Sunday, January 27, 2002: The Faction sometimes wonders what it's all about Adam // 9:26 PM ______________________ The Faction has decreed that XTC's Skylarking, Produced by Faction alum is *THE* album to obsess over in the Month of Februray! Listen to the wacky Sgt. Pepper feel, chuckle at the vaudville chord changes, marvel at the beauty of the songs, rinse, repeat. The Faction has spoken. Adam // 8:21 PM ______________________ This is The Nincompoop Faction Manifesto, again writen by our esteemed founder and savior Sr. Persessiones, IV. This is the most important document to The Faction, and most if not all of our philosophy and beliefs are contained herein: The Nincompoop Faction Manifesto I. Illegitimate ill-bred loafing loafer is outworn. Knock about and redo from memory, as the holder of a doctoral dreadlocked jellyfish jiggle is an old testament blabbermouth in an ointment mock-up, glaringly iridescent. Knock oneself out and giggle, sea creature kleptomaniac. Prattle on in a knavish subsidiary in gardens of ironic desecration. Rostrum bickering can carry through an unfriendly stomach attendant as well as wearing away ill-tempered persons with dysentery skepticism, in addition to rubbing someone the wrong way. II.Gibberish governor is on a trial basis with knavish omnipotence but is a warmonger hobnobbed with lack of embellishment. Live and let live, kick around olfactory senses with a klutz of an older and higher tableware tradition, an ill-seasoned fabric made of wool, dormant for the winter. These were joined in order to divert attention and damn with faint praise, to start biding their time with a fibber in old clothes and ivories, a jingoist who is slackening, having ceased to exist and at the same time weakening his yummy rubbish in potpourri knapsacks with excessive hobgoblin nicknames. III. Guaranteed each in their own way, the rabble-rouser head covering is the ultimate cause for ice-cream parlor obedience in a pacifist tomahawk galaxy, with sacrilegious dabblers dabbling in facial cast gabardine habitation. Jack-of-all-trades keeps a steady pace despite lack of refinement with the cabinet member vacuum cleaner fabrication, with baby cat nagging and an antagonist contrivance for planting seeds, each learning by heart the fuddy-duddy diagnostic ruling class tabulation quagmire. IV. Symbolic representation can be an appendage to an affectionate yet dynamic dead end. Printing from engraved plates with noiseless cab drivers is an aimless swallow, an eagerly fabulous otherworldly idealism in cheap gaudy clothes opposing finger plants vacillating in saccharine bias. Ubiquitous do-it-yourself amusement is as predictable as an amalgamated quadriplegic ear trumpet, a radioactive racing vehicle that is tactless only in it's obedience to pacified laborious karma, a Machiavellian jargon hindered only by it's nakedness. Baby goat haggling with galactic dust is valiant, especially when facing damnable daily journal fickleness. Rub someone the wrong way while yodeling scalding vocalization in a place of institutional moaning, no longer vibrating a dubious ill-tempered sabotage, but exacting a bickering ghostlike tractability joined within a demented nincompoop faction. Adam // 1:23 PM ______________________ The Faction is pleased to present a smaller work by our esteemed founder, Sr. Persessiones, IV. Is your accomplice outcome an expression of news? Are you an unfailing young animal with the wretchedness to promise to pay from the peculiar repellant product know as the MOVING RECREATIONAL CONVEYANCE? Yokel is free on probation. He withstands with gloved fists and combines the latest report on incompetent graduation ceremonies from a procrastinate and preclusive garbage with a tonsorial artist who disappeared unconscious when in contact with distinguished segments in furtherance of the surplus. Are you a young animal unfailing with wretchedness to promise to pay for a peculiar and repellant product known as the TRANSPORT RECREACIONAL MUZZLE-LOADER? The palette essential condition frees in the conditional freedom. It supports with gloved pus and combines time and incompetent ceremonies of graduation procrastinators and a sweeping preclusive tonsorial artist who is in despair and unconscious when in contact with segments distinguished in the promotion of surplus. Is this a result of safeguarding one expression of the news? Fish Translation, In English: It is a result of compiling one’s manifest. - Of the notice? Voice. A new animal unfailing in it’s wretchedness to promise to pay the peculiar product repellant known as the MOVING RECREATIONAL CONVEYANCE? Yokel jests he is exempt in probation. It supports with gel oven fists and matches the relative humidity most behind in ceremonies of Graduals. -Incompetent to procrastinate and a trash preclusive with a tonsorial artist who gives derogatory hints. S.W.A.T. team is unconscious when in contact with distinct paths in furtherance of the excess. Air and voice. A new animal that, unfailing with wretchedness, promised to pay for a peculiar product passionately known as the RECREATIONAL CARRIER MUZZLE-LOADER? Commonly owned apartment house is essential to the palette exemptions in the conditional release. Sustainable? -Yes, with gloved hysterically reverent in installations in an item used to decorate and mines of co-chronometers and ceremonies incompetent of procrastinators of graduals. Entrancing a tonsorial trickster preclusive that is in the unconscious desperation in contact with paths of the unknown in promotion of the excess. Adam // 1:14 PM ______________________ The Nincompoop Faction is comitted to bringing you the finest prose this side of "Back to the Future" FanFic. It is in keeping with this strongly held comitment that The Faction presents to you the work of a fine young poet, Mr. Johnny Hernandez. Take it away, Johnny: I am defiant. I am relentless. I emanate perfection. I am the very epiphany of all that the human eye has ever captured. -I walk defiantly, in a relentless pace. Emanating perfection. My very steps are the very wisdom of my creator, and of the dawn of excellence. I. Am. Perfect. Cheese. Cheese. -As I walk in my playful strut, I step in cheese. A huge cheese. A huge, yellow, wedge of cheese. The cheese of everlasting doom. -The cheese smears upon my shoe, crawls up my leg. I shriek in horror. The cheese. The cheese from hell. -It eats away at my pant leg as I madly try to shake it off. I fall flat on my back, wriggling in the dirt, as the cheese ruins my very soul. I. Am. No longer. Perfect. -I lash out at the all-destroying yellow symbiote with all my might. It claws at my flesh, and I howl at the sky. I slam my defeated leg against the ground repeatedly. Yes. I hear it screaming. -The cheese is dead. -I peel the yellow death from my fragile limb, and fall flat on the ground, breathing heavily. For a while I lay there. I then get up, in a defiant pace, and begin to walk. I walk on my bad leg. - I cringe. Adam // 1:03 PM ______________________ The Nincompoop faction lives. Long live the nincompoop faction. We have recently noticed that individuals have started to utter the phrase "how cool is that?" with alarming frequency. The Nincompoop Faction does not support this disturbing new trend. It is the view of The Faction that this phrase is, in fact, wholly and completely, idiotic and pedestrian. The Faction fights this trend with the use of "Physical Re-containment of Idiotic Phrasing" (PRIP) protocols. These new protocols have been shown to be effective with regards to the re-integration of non-annoying speech paterns into the pool population in initial clinical trails. A further study of these protocols would be welcome to asses their effacacy in the larger idiot population. The Faction has spoken. Adam // 12:55 PM ______________________
The Faction sometimes wonders what it's all about Adam // 9:26 PM
The Faction has decreed that XTC's Skylarking, Produced by Faction alum is *THE* album to obsess over in the Month of Februray! Listen to the wacky Sgt. Pepper feel, chuckle at the vaudville chord changes, marvel at the beauty of the songs, rinse, repeat. The Faction has spoken. Adam // 8:21 PM
This is The Nincompoop Faction Manifesto, again writen by our esteemed founder and savior Sr. Persessiones, IV. This is the most important document to The Faction, and most if not all of our philosophy and beliefs are contained herein: The Nincompoop Faction Manifesto I. Illegitimate ill-bred loafing loafer is outworn. Knock about and redo from memory, as the holder of a doctoral dreadlocked jellyfish jiggle is an old testament blabbermouth in an ointment mock-up, glaringly iridescent. Knock oneself out and giggle, sea creature kleptomaniac. Prattle on in a knavish subsidiary in gardens of ironic desecration. Rostrum bickering can carry through an unfriendly stomach attendant as well as wearing away ill-tempered persons with dysentery skepticism, in addition to rubbing someone the wrong way. II.Gibberish governor is on a trial basis with knavish omnipotence but is a warmonger hobnobbed with lack of embellishment. Live and let live, kick around olfactory senses with a klutz of an older and higher tableware tradition, an ill-seasoned fabric made of wool, dormant for the winter. These were joined in order to divert attention and damn with faint praise, to start biding their time with a fibber in old clothes and ivories, a jingoist who is slackening, having ceased to exist and at the same time weakening his yummy rubbish in potpourri knapsacks with excessive hobgoblin nicknames. III. Guaranteed each in their own way, the rabble-rouser head covering is the ultimate cause for ice-cream parlor obedience in a pacifist tomahawk galaxy, with sacrilegious dabblers dabbling in facial cast gabardine habitation. Jack-of-all-trades keeps a steady pace despite lack of refinement with the cabinet member vacuum cleaner fabrication, with baby cat nagging and an antagonist contrivance for planting seeds, each learning by heart the fuddy-duddy diagnostic ruling class tabulation quagmire. IV. Symbolic representation can be an appendage to an affectionate yet dynamic dead end. Printing from engraved plates with noiseless cab drivers is an aimless swallow, an eagerly fabulous otherworldly idealism in cheap gaudy clothes opposing finger plants vacillating in saccharine bias. Ubiquitous do-it-yourself amusement is as predictable as an amalgamated quadriplegic ear trumpet, a radioactive racing vehicle that is tactless only in it's obedience to pacified laborious karma, a Machiavellian jargon hindered only by it's nakedness. Baby goat haggling with galactic dust is valiant, especially when facing damnable daily journal fickleness. Rub someone the wrong way while yodeling scalding vocalization in a place of institutional moaning, no longer vibrating a dubious ill-tempered sabotage, but exacting a bickering ghostlike tractability joined within a demented nincompoop faction. Adam // 1:23 PM
The Faction is pleased to present a smaller work by our esteemed founder, Sr. Persessiones, IV. Is your accomplice outcome an expression of news? Are you an unfailing young animal with the wretchedness to promise to pay from the peculiar repellant product know as the MOVING RECREATIONAL CONVEYANCE? Yokel is free on probation. He withstands with gloved fists and combines the latest report on incompetent graduation ceremonies from a procrastinate and preclusive garbage with a tonsorial artist who disappeared unconscious when in contact with distinguished segments in furtherance of the surplus. Are you a young animal unfailing with wretchedness to promise to pay for a peculiar and repellant product known as the TRANSPORT RECREACIONAL MUZZLE-LOADER? The palette essential condition frees in the conditional freedom. It supports with gloved pus and combines time and incompetent ceremonies of graduation procrastinators and a sweeping preclusive tonsorial artist who is in despair and unconscious when in contact with segments distinguished in the promotion of surplus. Is this a result of safeguarding one expression of the news? Fish Translation, In English: It is a result of compiling one’s manifest. - Of the notice? Voice. A new animal unfailing in it’s wretchedness to promise to pay the peculiar product repellant known as the MOVING RECREATIONAL CONVEYANCE? Yokel jests he is exempt in probation. It supports with gel oven fists and matches the relative humidity most behind in ceremonies of Graduals. -Incompetent to procrastinate and a trash preclusive with a tonsorial artist who gives derogatory hints. S.W.A.T. team is unconscious when in contact with distinct paths in furtherance of the excess. Air and voice. A new animal that, unfailing with wretchedness, promised to pay for a peculiar product passionately known as the RECREATIONAL CARRIER MUZZLE-LOADER? Commonly owned apartment house is essential to the palette exemptions in the conditional release. Sustainable? -Yes, with gloved hysterically reverent in installations in an item used to decorate and mines of co-chronometers and ceremonies incompetent of procrastinators of graduals. Entrancing a tonsorial trickster preclusive that is in the unconscious desperation in contact with paths of the unknown in promotion of the excess. Adam // 1:14 PM
The Nincompoop Faction is comitted to bringing you the finest prose this side of "Back to the Future" FanFic. It is in keeping with this strongly held comitment that The Faction presents to you the work of a fine young poet, Mr. Johnny Hernandez. Take it away, Johnny: I am defiant. I am relentless. I emanate perfection. I am the very epiphany of all that the human eye has ever captured. -I walk defiantly, in a relentless pace. Emanating perfection. My very steps are the very wisdom of my creator, and of the dawn of excellence. I. Am. Perfect. Cheese. Cheese. -As I walk in my playful strut, I step in cheese. A huge cheese. A huge, yellow, wedge of cheese. The cheese of everlasting doom. -The cheese smears upon my shoe, crawls up my leg. I shriek in horror. The cheese. The cheese from hell. -It eats away at my pant leg as I madly try to shake it off. I fall flat on my back, wriggling in the dirt, as the cheese ruins my very soul. I. Am. No longer. Perfect. -I lash out at the all-destroying yellow symbiote with all my might. It claws at my flesh, and I howl at the sky. I slam my defeated leg against the ground repeatedly. Yes. I hear it screaming. -The cheese is dead. -I peel the yellow death from my fragile limb, and fall flat on the ground, breathing heavily. For a while I lay there. I then get up, in a defiant pace, and begin to walk. I walk on my bad leg. - I cringe. Adam // 1:03 PM
The Nincompoop faction lives. Long live the nincompoop faction. We have recently noticed that individuals have started to utter the phrase "how cool is that?" with alarming frequency. The Nincompoop Faction does not support this disturbing new trend. It is the view of The Faction that this phrase is, in fact, wholly and completely, idiotic and pedestrian. The Faction fights this trend with the use of "Physical Re-containment of Idiotic Phrasing" (PRIP) protocols. These new protocols have been shown to be effective with regards to the re-integration of non-annoying speech paterns into the pool population in initial clinical trails. A further study of these protocols would be welcome to asses their effacacy in the larger idiot population. The Faction has spoken. Adam // 12:55 PM
