Combining the two under pale grey sky & inside twelve-note combos (finish him!) only leads to whitewater tributaries, urchin-drenched corollaries & makeshift fortune cookie aphorisms cranial graffiti worthy of the stall Dantean verse compounding the latent voltage of those that should be slumbering in their hearse but whose genetic drive to self-resurrect resurrects because I keep gifting them electricity. Yes, that that, that that that I never mention & with reason never fantastically splendiferous as failures of assassination that (not that that) leave me alive for them to kill me dead. Figuratively; ghosts can't type. Or can they, crooked eyebrow? Check your local listings.
I did pick up a few things for myself & the lunatic offspring at CPL's annual let's get rid of our shit gently-used tome disposal, a mild shocker given the mounds of monthly flavors both various & boring, so it wasn't a total loss of interior control. It was (nearly) worth it for the wait alone.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thought is a good walk spoiled
Posted by Randal Graves at 6:58 AM
Labels: cleveland, darkthroning in the city, music, narcissism, ye olde booke-worming
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It was (nearly) worth it for the wait alone.
Must be so, since you're posting before 7 A.M.!
Are you trying to make the rest of us look bad!?!?
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I believe our local library had one too many of those sales some years ago. The only use I have for my library card is as a bookmark for those I brought and the new ones purchased from Amazon.
if, I thought my fellow oldsters were used to getting up before the fish. Go back to bed, iPhone!
susan, I figure the so-called Friends snap up anything decent before us unwashed masses get a crack. If only I knew someone who worked in a library.
//that that, that that that I never mention //
ah, that's ok.... don't mention it.
If only I knew someone who worked in a library.
I've heard that someone who spends a lot of time hanging out in a library will do, in a pinch.
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". . . for them to kill me dead."
Is there any other way? When you say "kill" you've said "dead." ;)
...ghosts can't type. Or can they, crooked eyebrow? Check your local listings.
I don't know, the spirits on those SyFy Ghost Hunter shows do just about everything else.
Local library here had a book sale a couple of months ago, it had tons of conservative political stuff that was being completely ignored and even made fun of when a few customers walked too close to the table all that trash was piled up on.
If Sarah and Coulter only knew what was said about them, but I serious believe both of them might actually enjoy that stuff secretly.
okjimm, mention what?
if, one of those perverts?
SWA, aren't you ever poetically poetical, you rationally rational rationcrat?
BB, masters of performance art?
Nice tunes. I just Googled Opeth to see where they're from. Sweden; I should have known. Some of the best kickass metal groups are from there: Meshuggah, Drainsth, Misery Loves Co., among others.
Beach Bum, I've seen some of the same reaction around Costco's book table, which sometimes resembles that library sale table. Not that Costco's buyers/owners have an agenda. Oh nooo.
//okjimm, mention what?//
that
As much as I am not a fan of the genre, that rocked.
Damn you, Swedish death-metal band! Damn you!!!
tom, pick up all their stuff. Trust me.
SWA, are you suggesting that Costco doesn't offer the finest literary triumphs?
okjimm, that's on first.
chef, I can't see you jamming to Entombed, for example, but definitely check out their stuff. Well worth it.
if that's on first,when is second up?
Ghosts can **TOO** type! Haven't you ever heard of a ghostwriter?
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