Lifting a clutch of verse penned during a turbulent week, month, awhile ago, who knows (I do), some déjà vu-ing vertigo because this weekend's rewrites -- you decide if for artistic reasons or laziness if ever I let you read them 'cause they're siphoning one of the same two or three reservoirs why branch out when you can smidgen shift & see a flower in a new light for a rotten house with a fresh coat of gloss is still rotten; what's the real hell, other people or externalized internal facelifts -- seemed familiar.
What wasn't was the dirt of being mildly pleased, an icky feeling. Strange you say, because I'm fine with my narcissism (obviously, you say) even if I think know I suck in pretty much every facet of life save posting a crapful a handful of times a week. Weak must but wait, like this line & that on second (third & on) glance. Oh well, gotta pass the time between morning coffee & evening glass, my lazy bones asleep on the coffin's carpet floor, resorted to imbibing a gift of beer. Award-winning my ass, at least it was free, ten dollar grape juice is the hotel pillow I wanna lay my head on (more bang for the buck, I'm a good consumer, Mr. Banker). Editor subliminals no excuses, run tonight & buy some talent while you're out.
Getting better at getting better, some of that would be positively shocking.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
A generator & a set of Frankenstein bolts
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I watched most of the video but then I was getting motion sickness.
Btw, there's nothing wrong with having "lazy bones", but sleeping in a coffin is too weird and Michael Jackson-like.
Besides, if I didn't have your posts to read, I would never know the difference between Pat Boone and Black Sabbath. :-)
what's the real hell, other people?
Other people, for sure.
P.S. Nunly, are you sure there's a difference?
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ifthethunderdontgetya- I know, nothing says heavy metal like white patent leather shoes and a wide, white belt to match!
nunly, how am I supposed to get my oxygen? Pat was supposed to replace Ozzy in 1980, but was deemed to no longer be a nice guy.
if, I don't know man, I can avoid most people, but that internal stuff is like fucking glue.
The good thing about siphoning off the reservoirs is sometimes a little chunk of gold pops up. You'll know you've won the Nobel Blogging Prize when Ed McMahon shows up at your door. That is how it works, isn't it?
No, sorry, when Ed McMahon shows up at your door, it's only to present you with a health insurance policy "where they can't turn you down."
I wish I knew what your were on about sometimes! ;-)
I'm thinking we may have blown it at the weekend. Shower of overpaid and underworked twats that they are. Stop laughing into your award-winning beer, Randal!!
//between morning coffee & evening glass//
afternoon bottles. just saying
susan, I have been mining that vein of pyrite in my backyard, hopefully it'll be enough to pay for vaccines against infection by Zombie Ed.
tom, I'm consulting Karnak.
david, laugh? If it isn't you guys, it's fucking Chelsea. I can't win either way. Go Wigan!
okjimm, I already told HR it's for medicinal purposes.
Video wise, again, "An error occurred. Please try again later." #$@&!
Then, it's the old rerunaround. #$@&!
Where I am, we had two, count 'em, two, days in April where the weather reached or exceeded "normal" termperature. The rest were five to 30 degrees below normal, most with rain and/or wind, so windchill temps were even worse.
You want torture, gore, pain and agony, come to the Inland NW. Where springtime fun never starts.
#$@&! #$@&! #$@&! #$@&!
Oh well, gotta pass the time between morning coffee & evening glass, my lazy bones asleep on the coffin's carpet floor, resorted to imbibing a gift of beer.
Got to admit with my backassward schedule I've been using the "Its 5:00pm somewhere" rule a good bit. Ain't nothing like popping the top on a bottle of Landshark while watching the morning news.
I'm with Beach Bum, at least until gainful employment (I suppose that is what people call it) forces a change.
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SWA, what do you use for your internets, two cans & a length of string?
I need to move out there, cold, beautiful cold!
BB, with your schedule, isn't it more like "it's 8 am somewhere?" Just remember, only docs get wrist slaps for boozing.
if, oh, gather 'round my son & I shall tell you tale of gains gainfully gained.
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