Christmas Krampus in July August?
Fuck, that's a lotta dust.
Don't be silly, goose, 'tis Shelf Reading Day! The day where the Peonage, ostensibly with the help of our institutional betters, some of whom are Peonage at heart -- su nioj, like we pasty-faced teenagers joined Slayer once upon a blazing pit -- wander above the sea of must to order, in an orderly fashion, the Library of Congressional order of the vast repository of knowledge contained herein the Towering Slab, all whilst bribed with cream cheesed bagels & sugary treats & pizza, but what really happens, don't tell a soul, is a silent absorption by the harmonious world of eardrum rattling, everflowing Kynge's Brewe, & paging a particularly interesting tome; if one has followed the silver key of choosing anything but those eerily yellow signed working papers & horrors involving the heinously deceptive alchemy of economics because holy fuck that shit destroys minds, reaps souls, & is boring as this paragraph.
"In other words, you'll still be slacking, just in a new location."
Exactly.
13 comments:
So this is when you rearrange everything so no one can find it?
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They have closed my institute of book repositories to put in new carpet... imagine that??? I was just getting just to the stains, too.
They don't call it e-CON-omics fer nuttin', ye know!
if, shhh.
okjimm, I miss our skanky old blue carpet with the tears held in place with silver duct tape.
karl of the österreich, oh, snap!
So ...........
What are you doing????
((Hugs))
laura
Ancient Alexandrian secret!
Benito Mussolini is not amused.
He's too busy enjoying airplanes. And living in a hamlet.
Pizza slices make excellent bookmarks.
Randal, I said it here a long time ago and I'll say it again: Talent like yours belongs in writing contract fine print. Somewhere out there, a pack of outrageously well-paid punters struggles to come up with 10-inch-wide, 4-point-type yada, yada of the arcane opacity you weave seemingly with ease.
It's a gift, but you'd do better to sell it. With the money you'd make in the cushy, wood-paneled lair of Shysters R Us, you could probably afford to escape to a blue state before being reduced to indentured servitude by your corrupt-conservative oppressors.
Randal, I said it here a long time ago and I'll say it again: Talent like yours belongs in writing contract fine print. Somewhere out there, a pack of outrageously well-paid punters struggles to come up with 10-inch-wide, 4-point-type yada, yada of the arcane opacity you weave seemingly with ease.
It's a gift, but you'd do better to sell it. With the money you'd make in the cushy, wood-paneled lair of Shysters R Us, you could probably afford to escape to a blue state before being reduced to indentured servitude by your corrupt-conservative oppressors.
We know what he's doing. He's in the back with bdsm on the monitor reading Palins' latest rag de tiolet with the headphones cranked to the Clash.
susan, but then they get that musty flavor, then the musty gets that pizza flavor, & then I don't know which to eat.
SWA, only to be reduced to indentured servitude by my corrupt-liberal oppressors? A pox on both houses, I'm gonna buy an island & go Prospero, dammit.
demeur, there's much wrong with your comment: bdsm ain't my porn of choice, I don't give a flying pig about ghostwritten self-hagiography, & Minor Threat is so much better.
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