Once upon a time, a hack hacked out a hunk of hacked-up hackwork that to the surprise of everyone in the kingdom except the king who was busy being nude, merely bordered the putrescence of a Cannibal Corpse cover unlike the last piece of tripe which, under order of a member of the Underling Order because see above, did belong in a tomb, & was in fact mutilated with snotty glee in the town square before interment.
The cackling hack, after a rousing game of sleep 'n toss, woke up, dumped a bucket of cold water on his head, scarfed down a cold bowl of tasteless bran, picked chaff from twixt his teeth, braved riding with Bus Carriage People, & reread yon eve's pamphleteering, only to find that it was among the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
Now suffering the shame of echoing tinnitus, & shame, the hack struck upon a momentary lapse of lack of eureka & embraced sleep deprivation because when you're hallucinating, everything's at least mildly phantasmagoric & the cataract of imperfections becomes a mere dribble that's actually drool but you won't know that until after the crash so, hey, enjoy the ride, wizard scribe.
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Thursday, September 20, 2012
Joey, have you ever been in a Turkish writing workshop?
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Yeah, the new blooger interface is a bummer, isn't it?
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phantasmgaoric man!
maybe you should try to apply the new incubation style to your writing.
if, you should invent your own internets.
Johnny, how about some coffee?
life, everyone loves phantasmagoria.
duchess, without both the Krypton Stone and the formulas?
So let me guess the Indians and the Browns lost again. What else is new?
And yes Blogger is now the "new and improved" suckyness. Hope you'll all join me in throwing rotten eggs their way. Just hit the feed back button.
As I am unfamiliar with professional sports in this town, I'm afraid I've no idea what you're talking about.
...when you're hallucinating, everything's at least mildly phantasmagoric...
That's what makes it so fun.
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