Sunburn

Fuck, it's gonna get hot. Might explain folks forgetting about pot numéro deux two days in a row which ain't just for smokin', but doesn't others Pepperidge farming their annual springtime douchebaggery. That's a well-cultivated hydroponics, narc, a burn I want out of.

How come I always finagle shit on the Wheelie Bus when I've no ball-point because the domestic point lost its brass & I had to purloin myself for gold? That Homer sure was s-m-r-t. Repetitively repeating repetition gets repetitive, but O, it's awesome: fourteen's easier than 14k.

Just call me Slackajawea.

It's raining, it's pouring, the slacker's snoring

This semester's scheduling, as convoluted as the reasoning behind the Clowns drafting Chris Weinke, Jr. as the next last Winner of the Future, has kept yours truly out of the Towering Slab on Tuesdays, & though the ruby of an extra St. Drogo skull session this week has me giddy as strychnine in the bloodstream of a mortal enemy, & because I plan on spending the rest of the day conjuring the most bestest Wotan installment ever since everyone's favorite troo kvltist tiptoed through the electrons probably my most bestest post ever thus spake volumes, & because I fear a toxic avenging underground revenge scenario from a certain hazmat master, here, at last, is some tuneage. 



Less than a week till the Space Casino, feel the taser sunlight on your face!

It's like something out of that twilighty show about that zone

Clever's in Nod. Slab, somnambulism minus the sleepwalking. Zoning out whilst treading neither frosty giant nor gossamer fairy land. Wrote something, then rewrote it, then re-rewrote, then unwrote the first rewrite, doubled the second, folded it into a triangle, thumbed it through a parallelogram, possibly a rhombus.

Sacred tectonic aftermath, three a.m. astronomie ys full of awe & awe-full.

♫ Don't call it a hoodwink ♪

Beware burnynge carafes!

Little lost lambs

If ordered by confidence, sure, Arsène's Arseholes would have been the runt crushed at the bottom (still not giving up on Give 'Em Hell APOEL only down one & damn right they'll get in at least two home cracks at goal before halftime) not 'cause this Milan is Capellonian, but 'cause of boogers but sweet merciful crap that was Keystonian why did I go home early for that & add to that that the that of not brewing a third thus alerting either the Duchess or myself or a third thing that the pot ist kaput, ja, not knowing till now

♪ this is what it feels like, when Vermaelen cries ♫