Getting used to an academia-fractured schedule is going to take some getting used to, en plus, with coworker corollaries of ja das Nachtbus (in spirit at any rate), urban darkthroning is severely curtailed this semester, thus, before weekly junior offspring pickup campout on my new day off in the almost-middle of the week, a trek through the wilds of Parmastan, & lo, what hath I discouered, Thor vs. the burbs:
Guilty as charged but dammit it ain't right,
there is someone else controlling me.
A little bit postapocalyptic, a little bit rock &/or roll. Seated in the sun -- at that hour, no angle sleeps with angels in the shade -- the heat's but a looking glass for future haruspicy ingredients. Illusions both optical & visceral appeared, in salty beads & ink, respectively. The denouement, lines on a map, garbage honesty better left unseen, as usual, but an uncomfortable gleam alone is sometimes just what's needed. For what, I've no idea. When I find out, I'll let you know.
I hope it's not for looking in the mirror.
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Thor to tree: How about a little lightning, scarecrow?
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Thousands of hungry insects ate their way through that coeur du bosque, like Limbaugh plowing through oxycontin. Those damned insects and their conspiracies! William Vollmann warned us about it!
if, much more theatrical than lethal injection.
karl of the österreich, just you wait until they've been irradiated and are twenty feel tall with mandibles of iron!
Parmastan indeed looks like the wilds here. Lurvely.
Thor? Are you sure it wasn't Hulk on yet another misguided rampage?
thatgirl, we have to hone our viking survival skills somewhere before venturing out into downtown dystopia.
jim, I think we finally sent that green bastard back to Bavaria.
Thor, perhaps, but on closer inspection it looks like termites might be involved.
Thor might be gone but I don't think they've managed to rescind Odin's passport yet.
Guilty as charged but dammit it ain't right,
there is someone else controlling me.
That seems to be the case for everyone, and the little thorn irritating the Hell out of me is that few recognize it.
Curtailment of urban darkthroning??? Not no, but Hell No!
SWA, I have it on good authority that despite the insect damage, the coup de grâce was indeed Olympian.
BB, no man, you're supposed to bang your head. Doesn't anyone listen to old school Metallica? Sniff.
tom, oh, we'll get some in if we have to skin someone alive.
No no everybody has it all wrong here. It's the new Chinese Development Company. They use termites to clear the land first.
And the great part is no breaks, overtime or sick leave to pay for.
demeur, this is nothing. What will be able to stop giant robot termites that chew up the wood and spit it back out in the form of napalm?
I think I've been sitting in the sun too long.
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