Margarita master, I find happy in that silly anatomy, you know the one, no, not that one, though that one is one woo, I imagine. This dump's turning into a tumblr 'cause what little (read: a lot) I have to say on important shit can't be said here --
unimportant shit
macro: PTBs do stupid, get gold
middle: PTBs do stupid, get a pat, perhaps a poison cookie
micro: PTBs do stupid, get a slap
P = assuming makes asses, 'tis inherent, so squared
-- I swear if this is ♪ printemps fever, ooh la la, printemps fever, ooh la la la la ♫ I'm gonna go hunting for the snark & kill it dead & bloody; there goes my valuable street cred, syncretising Motor City in the previous fragment. Spring = happy = sad, can't be, bien sûr, 'cause I'd be contradicting myself, which would at least count me among the finest (read: all) humans since the thirtieth century BC, I don't remember how to do that set crap because fuck math. Ideas always sound better until they're splayed on a paper table, but that anatomy's still fun to dig into. Wear goggles, galoshes.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Don't come over here & piss on my gate, save it just keep it off
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Sounds like someone needs an absinthe happy hour!
Margaritas, he grimaced.
Had quite a few of those last night.
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duchess, on a space shuttle!
if, I find your lack of professionalism disturbing.
How dare you try and kill my snark I just got it back from the cleaners? I keep it right next to the can of Whoop Ass on the shelf.
And don't be tryin to tempt me with that Seattle band I won't fall for it. Didn't get off the turnip truck yesterday. Well maybe the day before.
Is your gate pearly, or closer to ebony? And what about Pearl E. Gates of Pearl Harbor & the Explosions, some critics surely peed & shat there, on those discs of vinyl. And speaking of gates, what about Dr Beverly Crusher?
I'd be contradicting myself, which would at least count me among the finest (read: all) humans...
Hey as a species our talent set is really small. Personally I contradict myself twice on the weekdays and even more on the weekends.
Hey, it's spring in Halifax where goggles and galoshes are de rigeur.
Hey! I like that song! Are they from Seattle? Well I don't care about that anyway...:-P
Though hardly boring, it's certainly melodious.
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demeur, be happy it's not death metal. We care a lot.
karl of the österreich, that awful Jacko/Paul track is now in my noggin. Bastard.
Am I the only one who liked Pulaski's heavy-handed curmudgeonly-nesse?
BB, I count 76 contradictions right there.
susan, I'd make a smarmy comment about fashion, but pots & kettles.
life, you kids are so mopey these days.
jim, wasn't that the chick in Flash Gordon?
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