Saturday, November 5, 2011

Stabbed in the hart

Since someone beat me to today's Rant, Being the Epilogue to a Selection from yesterday's Careful Hints, increasingly rare in the midst of this dump's inexorable photographic cavalcade (you're welcome, by the way), & said it swankier than I would have, duh, sever your technocratized brain for a slip of a moment & imagine the very top of Yggdrasil. If those branches are shaking, you know what's begun way down here in Midgard.




















 


Hold on, buckaroos, prepare to lose, & watch out for cat vomit.

7 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

cat vomit, you say?
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Beach Bum said...

Surfed over and read, great post, in fact I agree.

Randal Graves said...

if, IF THAT PATRON HAD DUMPED THE BOOKS SLATHERED IN CAT VOMIT ON THE COUNTER I WOULD HAVE TYPED THIS ENTIRE POST IN CAPS.

BB, I figured hanging out with s-m-r-t people will make me seem less dumb, but since the opposite happens, pictures pictures pictures.

susan said...

I agreed with her too even though I don't live there anymore and perhaps am no longer allowed an opinion. Of course, it goes without saying here isn't any better.

If the tree's rockin' don't come knockin'.

Demeur said...

But Nero er I mean Randal the Peonage must be entertained while Rome burns. Why else would I come here?

Randal Graves said...

susan, bet that Tim Horton's tastes like ashes in your mouth, Benedict Arnold.

demeur, if you come here for entertainment, your standards are lower than my desire to post political puking.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

You've shaken me to the core of my very being; the world has fundamentally changed by linking to that blog post.

There are two residents of Clevelandistan who know how to write?

Regards,

Tengrain