Saturday, November 26, 2011

Paint the devil on the wall



Starting penning a bunch of razzmajazz about the consuming impulse aping vague symbols (linking arms, fiesta policing) encountered in passing by the finest corporate functionaries over water cooler gossip &/or a porn surf drive-by, but since that was a)simply an excuse to post ye olde school thrash & b)because I find civilization's slow burn apocalypse funny, erase et voilà.

Coda [ed. note: Zeppelin rules]: look, campus fuzz, I've worked essentially each & every Saturday for two decades, when I say we're open, we're open, so drop the technocrat procedure about your TPS report stating nothing is, post-bird, & send a truncheoned polyester to unlock the gates of knowledge, the lobby in the cant of the future pepper-sprayed.

12 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Blake Sopko, 18, of Avon Lake, takes a cat nap on a recliner at the Sears store at the Westfield Great Northern Mall in North Olmsted during the Black Friday sale on Friday. "This is what happens when you shop too much, " Sopko said.

And what haz we learnt, Blake?
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zencomix said...

Since when does one need an excuse to post olde school thrash?

that girl said...

Time to resurrect the "I ASSURE YOU, WE'RE OPEN!" sign.

also, don't feel bad about posting that clip. My night ended nicely and I haven't watched it yet anyway because I'm the worst person ever.

Commander Zaius said...

Hey the rednecks are shooting each other at a Best Buy down in Myrtle Beach. Late night idiots thought it was a joke, at least until blood started flowing.

"Clean up on aisle seven, video games and X-box 360's."

Randal Graves said...

if, so full of shit. Bet he got clobbered by those Victoria's Secret riot grrls.

SOME SAY THE BLOG IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD. BUT I SAY FUCK THE BLOG, BECAUSE YOU CAN DIE BY THE SWORD.

I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY THIS GIG SUCKS.

Don't know why I'm shouting, existential crisis either/or acid.

BB, all these violent consumptives, they may not qualify for the Darwin Awards, but they should.

susan said...

I prefer to see humanity as being essentially noble but the antics of people can be quite disturbing. Perhaps that's the reason contradiction is my middle name.

Tom Harper said...

The Consuming Impulse is what made America the great nation she is today.

So far no shoppers have been trampled to death, so I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Anonymous said...

Go out on White Saturday and buy an album with a white cover.

http://youtu.be/lKr_3dR6b_o

Demeur said...

Working on a holiday weekend? That's it. A complaint will be filed with the Shop Steward and you'll be in big trouble mister. That is of course if they aren't paying you the standard double time and a half. If they are then ... Never mind.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

By the way, R.G., Aunt Snow has an answer for at least one of the red berry trees we were wondering about.
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Jim H. said...

Totally o/t: 1st: hope you and yours had a good t'giving, however you chose to spend it. 2nd: sorry about the browns ot loss today and having to work sat (possibly saving yourself and others from a shopping-related disaster). 3rd: I have jury duty tomorrow; i know it's too late, but you might think about posting some pics of t-shirts (preferably yours) that if i wore one of them would automatically disqualify me from same. Just a suggested way of killing blogtime.

Randal Graves said...

susan, you young people are so idealistic. I think most folks are okay until they get to wield some power.

tom, en plus, one can make the case that it's Pestilence's finest album.

karl of the österreich, and forsake helping all the boys and girls with their pretend learning?

demeur, I JUST WANTED A LUMP OF COAL
JUST ONE LUMP

if, Crataegus is a swanky name, he needs to make an appearance in a future one-act.

jim, jury duty? Oh man, my deepest condolences. It's probably too small (unless you're shorter than I am; unlikely), but I've got an old Hell Awaits shirt complete with ye olde Slayer pentagram logo. That ought to free up your week.