Frankly, I nearly forgot; a silent gloom saved the hour.
That blue, neither my eye nor my skin, too.
Tomorrow, man of shadow.
I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
Frankly, I nearly forgot; a silent gloom saved the hour.
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:22 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, narcissism, the internets
16 comments:
Icy, he said.
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you could get that fixed... just sayin and all
if, cold like my heart, insert evil laugh here.
okjimm, blue ain't broke, sonny.
hey, if it ain't broke, I didn't touch it!
Say, I heard that Cleveland won a game.... or was I reading the Onion?
I'm trying to figure out what's reflected there.
okjimm, in our defense, we did play a team worse than us.
lisa, given that I used the bathroom mirror to make sure my eyeball filled the lens, I'm guessing it's me, but it looks like an axe-slingin' rock &/or roller. Or Lenin, not sure yet.
did someone punch you in the face?
It wasn't me I promise.
OW! MY FACE!
You know darn well that's a giant bag masquerading as a circle.
& given your legendary fisticuffs prowess, I'd know whether it was you or not.
An hour saved by silent gloom is an hour that didn't have much going for it to begin with. An hour spent enduring a Republican candidates' debate, for example. Silent gloom would beat that, but so would washing your socks.
Uh oh, I KNEW Big Brother was watching.
South Carolina's Republican governor Nikki Haley is ordering state employees to cheerfully answer phones with the phrase: “It's a great day in South Carolina. How can I help you?”
That eye would be a perfect fit for the authoritarian enforcement of southern good manners.
SW I was thinking more of watching paint dry, a much valued endeavor in some parts.
Is this the Graves "Blue" period?
When the optometrist asked if you wanted contact lenses I don't think this is what he had in mind.
Beach Bum, all Haley's brain cramp needs to make it complete is to have the song, "Don't Worry, Be Happy" playing in the background.
You don't appear to have any eye lashes.
SWA, clipping toenails, picking out navel lint, either would be more a more productive, more spiritually fulfilling use of an hour than watching a political debate.
BUY APPLE, TOM.
BB, be down-home-welcoming, or you're fired. I can see how this will be successful.
demeur, at least I didn't show my waking-up-at-3am Guernica.
susan, too cutting edge for the philistines?
jim, they were so sad, they crawled back inside the skin.
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