Riff on systemick scamperie?Ye olde yawn.
You know me better than that & I knew I subconsciously lifted the above from a somewhere oft stuck on repeat during bouts of stormy insomnia -- this is getting tiresome, chortle, wheeze -- even if the review text shouldn't be but condemned to the coffin, fuck, what awfully awful awfulnesse (find it yourself, if so inclined) au contraire to the desert island meisterwerk itself & then there was the ink passed out on my lap, that as scattershot as ninety minutes of Xavi mapping is to a drunk man. Glad Opta can't measure brainwaves & the discarded witching hour bubbly bubbles that toiled in that trouble. I don't like what I feel & I know I wouldn't like what somnambulist-me would see upon waking which is why I didn't post a treatise on the terror of a smile at 3am & why you see nothing now.
You're welcome.
*imbibes Kynge's Brew & yr figurall flagonne of snark*
Gadzooks, that's scurvie alchymie!
Who's up for a trip to Happy Fun Candy Demilitarized Zone? I'm buying!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Cold, cold humans
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:25 AM
Labels: i couldn't sleep at all last night doo doo doo doo doo, la poésie, music
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Do they serve craft brews in the HFCDMZ, R.G.?
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Who's up for a trip to Happy Fun Candy Demilitarized Zone? I'm buying!
Change that to the Green Parrot Bar down in Key West and I'll drive. Hemingway's house is in egg throwing distance.
if, don't know, but what I do know is that I need to rethink the name because that's a terribly uncatchy acronym.
BB, it is? I'm there, the anti-purple prose bastard.
Graves, you swine!
If you're buyin' I'm flyin'!
Rgds,
Tengrain
Take a pill. :)
((Hugs))
Laura
tengrain, you know I'm lyin'.
laura, just one?
Cold cold humans. Ah, times are good and the fridge is full.
Enjoy it, because someday the fridge will be full of gamey zombie meat instead.
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