Let it snow, times three, finally.
After absorbing this interview with Rob Miller of the reformed Amebix, I forwarded it to the Duchess who wondered, surprisingly sans snark (don't try & face punch, homie, I've got a Battle Ready Sword complete with Peptide Synthesis), if that is the dude equivalent of this post's title.
[ed.note: being culturally illiterate, I had to look the reference up]
Short answer: a small segment of us wouldn't be against it, & though able to pick Scotch ancestors out of a genealogy lineup, slim are the pickings of heading off to a sparsely-populated isle with naught on my back but a few lonely albums, books, & t-shirts to forge weapons to a single malt tune midst the primitive wild. Confession is good for the soul, or the stomack, or something; is that all there is has beat an insistent snare for awhile.
Writing remains, & always will, but the abattoir is cramped & the cemetery is running out of space. Two-and-a quarter chords &
Save for touchstones, bien sûr, but those needn't be said as they're understood, pure movement to this hydra of stasis. I've got caffeine & a notebook with too few pages left. Can't make a torch out of that.
13 comments:
Can't make a torch out of that.
You could multi-class as a mage-warrior. Then you wouldn't need to make torches.
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Are we talking 1st edition or later, 'cause if there are level limits depriving me of Bigby's Interposing Hand, I ain't interested.
"but the abattoir is cramped & the cemetery is running out of space."
&
"I've got caffeine & a notebook with too few pages left."
gives one pause...Nice.
Thx, btw, for pointing me to the Amebix stuff. A must explore.
Graves, you swine!
I double-dog dare you to don a kilt and forge a sword. I'll bring the scotch.
Regards,
Tengrain
And just why do you insist on being so esoteric? I thought Amebix was the newest sleep aide you were trying. And who need swords when you have that abundance of stacks? Death by a thousand paper cuts.
jim, early stuff is extra raw, and the two LPs are fantastic. Just don't be shocked at the new one, much less crusty (hey, has been a quarter of a century) but it's good.
tengrain, as long as it's not a triple-dog dare, Schwartz.
demeur, if you think parrying with a copy of the OED is easy, you're welcome to try.
"Poetry of blah" sounds like a fitting pastime for a cold, dark, winter-plagued Monday morning.
BTW, I have to wonder about your enthusiasm for kilt wearing and sword wielding on a snow-swept streetcorner, while awaiting the wheelie bus. The spectacle could get you passed by y'now. ;)
you know they sell swords at the Parmastantown Mall right?
I love it when you get enthusiastic about art, music, poetry, STUFF!
;~D
I thought an Amebix was a type of bacteria.
When it comes to imagining a move to the Highlands I always pictured you as more the Incredible String Band type.
[ed.note: being culturally illiterate, I had to look the reference up]
I can say with a complete sense of certainty I have you beat on that one.
SWA, or arrested after taking a nightstick to the gut.
thatgirl, I'm sure they sell mugs, too.
liberality, I was being enthusiastic? Maybe you're just upside-down!
tom, to Perry Como fans it might be.
susan, I can't be both, practicing mellow hippiedom and blood eagle-ing my enemies?
BB, oh I don't know, sir, I've a 19-year old who's a terrible conduit to what The Kids are into these days because she's so weird.
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