Thursday, March 15, 2012

Stellar classification



Waiting in the sun, brain & blood churning out a phrase that rhymes with tree, pen blurting out oh, be a fine girl, kiss me, the end, never, the means, yes, oh yes. I loathe a parade but 70°'s now (mildly) groovy, less armageddon than it used to be.

Sure, bunch of stuff labeled 'fuckery' is still going on, still will, rancid butter n' splattered guts, son, you ain't wrenching the gears no matter what, so go play in the street, have fun, & watch out for rampaging Wheelie Buses, run by Skynet or not.

Even Fucking Chelsea victories canst derail thee.

I give this mood until about ten, then, the return of troo kvlt, baby.

13 comments:

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

Polly wants a cracker.

http://youtu.be/AcYaqHZtn2g

I'd give Mizz Donnelly a cracker too 'cuz she wants us to feed trees.

Randal Graves said...

Damn you, sir, now I want some crackers. J'ai faim.

Prunella Vulgaris said...

How can you want crackers when you are one?

anyways, Kristin rules.

DIGITAL SYNERGY OF THE FUTURE.

Beach Bum said...

Wish Skynet ran my satellite provider instead of the buses, maybe my pay-per-view movies would not freeze up.

Demeur said...

You catching on to my evil plan to fry Clevelanistan?

Mwahahahaha!

Another log on the fire Beelzebub it's not hot enough.

Laura said...

rancid butter n' splattered guts,

I think I made that for dinner one night last week!

Butter makes everything good. :)

((Hugs))
Laura

Jim H. said...

Sounds like somebody's catching a bit of Spring fever but is too cool to admit he enjoys it!

Hey, man, it's been like that all winter here—nearly. Kid C has a big Ultimate match this afternoon. Yessss!

Randal Graves said...

Oh, snap, duchess.

If Muses/50 Foot doesn't happen, expect me to cry like a child.

How about GROAN, Getting Rid Of Asinine Namechanges?

BB, thou must sacrifice a computer programmer to the magickal Cloud, at least until the arrival of the matrix.

demeur, fry? Does this mean we get to keep our trans fats?

Oh, Laura, that's a load of rich, creamery butter.

jim, a passing madness, fret not, mon frère. Ultimate? Is that like Bard's Tale? (I'm assuming you mean frisbee, I'm out of the loop when it comes to what The Kids dig)

Tom Harper said...

Cool video. That's another group I've heard of for decades but never heard anything by.

susan said...

You couldn't get run over by a wheelie bus on the streets of Halifax since Feb 2nd. Strike.

Randal Graves said...

tom, same here until I borrowed the Duchess' stuff. Their first four records are good, but definitely lack crunch. The last four are stellar and oomphy, and definitely pick up her 50 Foot Wave side gig, too. Fucking fantastic.

susan, so how does Halifax get around? Harrier jet, rickshaw, transporter?

susan said...

It ended today but before that it was feet if by land and this guy by water. They're a tough bunch here in the far NE.

Randal Graves said...

Oh man, we need one of those for the Callahooga River.