Saturday, December 17, 2011
All you need is what?
Stick it in your ear.
Hot & bothered.
The Clevelandia I do not love.
Who are you? Who? Who? Keith Moon? Value!
White horse, sword, & fictional machismo sold separately.
Shall I compare thee to an awful paisley?
Sing me a song, you're the piano ghost.
O girl, you've flappered my wig.
Ruining a perfectly mediocre shot, haters gonna hate.
Now you know where to find Medical Mutual Way, though what that has to do with love, I've no clue & neither do you, but I'm sure their CEO's bank does.
Progress is love, a comic sans kind of love.
Not lovely.
Californistan Love.
I'm not a man, dude, I'm a rocker.
Top hats make even a Clevelandia snowman lovely.
Oh, baby.
Posted by Randal Graves at 9:38 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, cleveland, coworkers of the world unite in duh, darkthroning in the city
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13 comments:
Oh Baby
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"Mr.Albert" needs some new bulbs in his sign. Then I *might* consider loving him.
((Hugs))
Laura
Laura, bert took over the place from Mr. Albert and went with the new, more informal look appreciated by today's youth (like R.G.).
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I have no clue what you need. All I know is that all I need is more time to figure out what comes afterbirth. It seems as messy now as it was in the beginning.
if, since when did jeans & a t-shirt get classified as informal? These don't even have holes in them yet.
laura, it's a tough economy. You see the price of bulbs these days?
mrmacrum, I don't know what I need either, but you do realize that the answer to your query does not exist.
Think I'll go with the on street parking thank you very much. What do you mean the support beam was two inches short?
White horse, sword, & fictional machismo sold separately.
You got to buy the batteries separate as well.
Have you noticed too that shopping malls everywhere seem to have lots of cardboard covered windows where there used to be stores - or hoped for stores.
Link for you, R.G. (Skip the football, if you must...but stay for the musical selections.)
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Wake up, R.G.!
It's Monday...December 26. You slept through Christmas!
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Cold, hard city streets in December. Methinks you're looking for love in all wrong places, Randal. You didn't even capture a no-tell motel, the kind with a much-used back entrance, hourly rates and special discounts for televangelists and lower-tier banksters. You can do better. ;)
demeur, this is why I purchased a Harrier jet.
BB, no need for batteries when I've got one of these.
susan, are you suggesting that kids don't want cardboard for Christmas?
if, oh great, now everyone's gonna be listening to Uncle Acid, and then they'll have money and then they'll be on acid when they jump off a high rise.
SWA, Clevelandia is classy, not a bunch of sexytime deviants, harrumph & etc.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and tell you that I love the alley photo with the colored lights.
I know. I'm a bitch.
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