I'm a moper, a mental joker, a cold-weather toker who ruminates on a single thing for a day, a week, a month, cocooned in lands of ice & snow both real & imagined, the only synaptic interruptions being eat some food, dude, go to sleep, jackass, ain't gonna happen, moron.
But once upon a decade or less, heat meets feeling good -- no, not good, nor contentment, nor a simple abdication of responsibility, nor some Kerouackian booze n' asphalt-to-nowhere quackery, I don't know what it is since I'm not very California Zen -- and it's gonna be 80° in the shade today, and I'm feeling that whatever, that thing, dreaming about a sanctum without boundaries, windows down, Van Halen blaring, waxing idiotic about fuckeries & joys poetick & sundry, voices ever louder to contend with the wail & squeal.
Take advantage of Venus transiting the sun? Oh sure, I've got oodles of collectively-bargained noodling time, but I've also got a rusting gas-guzzler unfit for highway starring, & the notion of three hour roundtripping whilst I talk to me myself & I doesn't fill yours truly with lusty glee, plus Doodily might be pissed at having to trudge home from evening class, so I'm sticking myself inside work's allotted sixty minutes box of legal slack, propositioned by an evening of hello mirror universe me before I watch game two of the World Series.
If not for tunes & a semi-functioning imagination.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Crazy from the heat
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Too bad you have neither Wizard Van nor Bitchin' Camaro. Still, I highly recommend taking some kind of drive tonight down the parkway or something! Or a frolic through Ukraine Nation park at dusk, O Parmastani. such things are good for the soule.
This is why Odin invented air-conditioning.
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P.S. We're getting 82 degrees today, but the high this weekend will be 61 (low 36), and it's going to rain.
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Like Dillon said "life is what you do when you have too much time to slack". Right?
duchess, surely I cannot forsake writing about how a rising tide lifts all triremes.
if, Odin should have jumpstarted fimbulvinter a bit early.
Next week, 40s. 'bout time, bloody 'ell.
demeur, beats workin'.
Van Halen, Steve Miller (even though I think he sucks) and Kerouac all in the same post -- eclectic isn't the word.
Should the weather gods align just right you may be seeing snow within a week. Does that frost your Budweiser?
I watch game two of the World Series.
I hope the Giants win.
tom, not a fan either, but I'll always have a soft spot for that track due to high school Homer's hideous rendition.
demeur, FRANKENSTORM.
BB, good call, Nostradamus.
You can add Deep Purple to that list, Tom.
and the mighty Yankees have struck out.
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