Working loose-use-of-the-term late since the certain ethnic coworker & I switched evenings so she could check out (but never leave, The Man sternly reminds) of the Towering Slab to go gallivanting across the amber waves of rust whilst field recording meth labs masquerading as towns, tombstones, & affiliated characters various & circus sideshow, I hope I myself don't check out on the wheelie bus, this was so much easier when I was a wee lad of thirty-three. Mayhap I'll find at the end of the rainbow a pot o' insomnia & once that doth quietly confuse up the blood, I will almost taste playing hooky from reality without resorting to psilocybin that I can't afford on a civil service wage, though I do have a basement built for growing.
Where deriveth a cosmick energie?
Knoweth not I, but would explain why I've been dismembering & stitching the same Frankenstein for two laborious weeks, hey subconscious, tell wakey-wakey it still sucks. "Hey, it still sucks." You're the best.
The zephyr of oh yeah, unlike the moment, blows only forever, carrying.
On the plus side, I did see two gods while on the bus yesterday.
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Field recordings of meth labs... I hope she's getting olfactory recordings!
If you saw two gods, then the gathering storm really is the real deal.
http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780380789030-3
That is one gothic-seeming coffee cup!
And didn't the Argys run a 4-4-2?
You might try giving some of Starbucks' fine brew another try, before getting up a scratch game of hallway hockey. If all else fails, a wet toe in a hot socket will always liven thing up.
HTH. :)
karl of the österreich, that was a fine tome, but not enough rusty meth labs.
jim, the certain ethnic coworker handmade that, by far one of my favorite possessions.
I think it was a 4-3-3 with Messi dropping back (at least in the first half?), look ma, we're Barcelona! But man, they were awful, Tevez = yikes. No one expects national sides to be as coherent as a club these days, but it's been one weirdo tournament.
SWA, are you trying to put me in the hospital, sir? Don't make me sic Old Testament or Adonis on you.
You saw Old Testament and Adonis on the wheelie bus?
This bus just gets more and more awesome.
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So this explains the change in your visiting habit.
Look at that mug. What's in it?
if, technically speaking, Yahweh was on the bus, Adonis, excuse me, ADONIS, zipped past in his black Lexus though, assuming he shares the same town, he was probably as Adonisy as I, zip.
lisa, exactly. By this time, I'm usually 3/4 of the way through an Old Man Nap. Why, that's the Kynge's Brewe, bien sûr.
Graves, you swine!
Normal people would be looking at porn whilst at work, but nooo-o, not you. Argentina 0-0 Columbia.
Have you no pride?
Regards,
Tengrain
Were they perhaps the Righteous Brothers, those two gawds?
So were they Freya and Freyr, the strange twins of passion and fertility? I'm sure you'll be coming up with something that satisfies you soon.
tengrain, what's porn?
dusty, would the Righteous Brothers dare live in Clevelandia?
susan, you know how it is, you think you finish something, then after 352 re-writes/viewings, you stomp your foot, throw empty cans of Schlitz at a Sharpied target on the wall while screaming at the dustballs in the corner & wish that loving feeling wasn't lost.
Woodst that I couldst comment but I canst.
There how's that fore some made up Shakespeare?
Upon further review it has been determined that the cup was made by some hippy types in an upstate New York commune so there could be any manner of illicit substance in that coffee.
Ethnic coworker? Trailer trash slut
Amber waves of rust? Patriotic allusion
Wheelie bus? Pretentious RV painted with the Liberty Bell and the top part of the Constitution.
Once again I am in very much need of a refilled coffee cup. For about twenty-nanoseconds I thought you were hanging out with Sarah Palin.
Thousand pardons.
A "certain ethnic coworker" -- Oh my God, tokenism has spread to the heartland. Them libruls and their affirmative action are going to ruin this great nation.
I wonder if ADONIS is the same wannabe rock god looking for his own Sean Yseult.
The Mug of Madness' powers are mighty indeed.
demeur, as foule of skile as minne, but why must thou, like others, also call'd every-one, assumeth a drugge?
BB, to the stockade with ye, knave!
tom, better not tell anyone I've got some Polack, too. Shit, mayhap that Nazi'll cancel it out.
thatgirl, think such a celebrated purveyor of grunge lust would be caught dead in an unrockin' Lexus?
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