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That's not me in the corner, losing my dealt hand.

Can't recall & not because I've had a ball in between right-clicking & now but I believe this was a Cold War directive to chill out, a happy worker being a slacker worker at least until the vodka harvest needs to come in & then said worker can drown all the stuff he/she/it thought about whilst slacking, a beautiful prospect.


Check out my collection of rare lints

Implied segue into belly button ogling, not a bad thing worthy of a Chuck Barris gong, some venture its due to the seasonal downturn inherent in (another stupid) summer, you heat-loving deviants know who you are, though the effort of carefully placing a linky smorgasbord on the electric page, 'tis traitorous to said slack, though gazing remains venerated.

Though I warn all ye sinners, the way to Seriousness® is a left hand path.

Everyone join in a vigorous alleluia.

Be joyful, for 99 and 44/100% of my cranial gunk's dumped in the black notebook because embarrassing the self is even more embarrassing in public.


Angel's looking a bit morbid

Ever backward, youthful discretions of a sonic bent bent cochleae in a bloody happy way, but lo, going forward, what horrible attempts crush the design. Messy, unfocused, & worst, powerless, melding of metal & influences extérieures, a Roots for the twenty-first century, Illud is a dud.

Spin the ancient disks, devilish grasshopper, & relax.


This is the end, my friend

Of this post. I'm under strict orders to отдыхать.