So many posts were birthed then ritually slain, the ouroboros spit out its own tail and slithered away in disgust. Would've flipped me the bird if it had hands.
I get the hint.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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10th on the list of degree-less citizens... top ten baby! cleveland rocks!
Pshaw! Expecting my eardrums to be raped yet once more you give me this cheap local version of Oregon. I want my money back.
Perhaps it has something to do with the fresh sea air blowing through my window but I actually sat and listened to the whole piece and like it. Thank you for your patience.
"So many posts were birthed then ritually slain . . ."
Alibis, alibis, but since when do a few key clicks qualify as ritual? The musical piece was fair to middlin', though.
"So many posts were birthed then ritually slain." I don't believe I've ever ritually slain any of my posts, but a lot of them have been stillborn.
puddy, as Mr. Hunter told everyone eons ago.
demeur, those space aces wish they could conjure up anything 1/32 as good as this.
susan, at least someone else has taste 'round these parts. You guys brave the North Atlantic to go fishing yet?
SWA, who says rituals have to be elaborate? As long as they're maintained, and I'm sending you with demeur to taste school, heathen.
tom, you ever abort one then hang the post-zygote on your door as a warning to extra Jesusy crackers?
Me thinks your ouroboros has acid indigestion. Did you give him a Pepsid?
I heard Cleveland won a football game! whoa!
LBR, a pox on your modern medicine, a stiff drink'll cure that right up.
okjimm, merely a rip in the space-time continuum.
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