Stuck on the desk extra (legit, this time, hang in there, comrade of the Peonage), wishing I wasn't but it's fine for now, for later, lake effect for darkthroning -- Thor, it better -- now, the below, in lieu of start-stop-discard #604, worst photo essay ever, but I like fire, look for a metaphor or four, 'tis there, or not, in the grand red giantism scheme, doesn't matter but a preview.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Let me stand next to your fire
Posted by Randal Graves at 9:38 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, i'm a lazy lazy man, narcissism
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Too lazy to even post a youtuber?
I'm here for you, man.
People knew how to make a pair of pants, back then.
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Are those photos supposed to hurt the eyes?
#4 looks like a nose.
On a side note, I love watching fire too.
(Hugs)
Laura
Let me be the first: Fire walk with me.
And the second.
if, my laziness is boundless as the open sea, but bellbottoms provide that extra bit of flotation.
jack, wasn't my intention, but now I've the artwork for a certain mayoral cabal's Christmas cards.
laura, a completely intentional homage to Jimmy Durante.
jim, how I miss that show.
Are you implying this is what I have to look forward to? Or are you just a budding arsonist showing us some of your fire porn?
I will say your awesome show of respect for the flame caused me to find a match, strike it, and hold on as long as I could before I tossed it in the.........Uh Oh.
ah-brah!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvTZWLiynhk
If you scroll downward really fast through the flame pictures, you'll see a Satanic message. Check it out; I dare you.
Rorschach candle flames! Or smoke signals crying for help?
mrmacrum, can't it be both?
You started the fire!
karl of the österreich, you guys are on a musical roll, which is great, especially since I half-ass this blog all the time.
tom, someone's been listening to too much King Diamond.
thatgirl, the doctor is in, tell me what you see.
I now have a strange desire for marshmallows.
I really want to hear King Diamond cover Hendrix now. It could be both terrible and amazing.
If you told me you were planning a weinie roast I could have brought my Zippo.
Great. Now I'm going to pee the bed.
BB, dammit, now so do I.
♪ LET ME HELP YOU OUT OF YOUR CHAIR, HENDRIX ♫
susan, wouldn't they have confiscated that at the border? That can be used to light bombs, ya know.
lisa, oh come on, my posts aren't that scary in their crapitude.
Is this a Rorshauk test or something? I see nothing but candle flame and fuzzy images of the same. Does that make me crazy then?
As has been said to Silvio Berlusconi more than once, "When you're hot, you're hot."
demeur, do you feel that it makes you crazy?
SWA, oh, sir, if only you knew.
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