And it rolls off the tongue, almost

Spiked, fourth of fifth. No, not this that; too obvious, that. Yeah, that that, thirty-eight going on eighteen. Splitting hairs, each a liquifier. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid -- oh, but I don't control, so I don't fly the bomber, yet who can resist such a magnetic water body but the dead? I'd bang my coded head on the wall if I didn't have to clean splatter from between the keys. Contemplation, solitude, storming brain, ink is no lightning rod. Nor poison; quantify the unquantifiable or make-believe make-sense; not those thats either, rather that -- that again -- most tired of conceits. How fresh the ancient seems, always, when new to the perennially confused, the damned that never wilt long enough to reflect, the beautiful molting into the ridiculous, for all time. Detach, & you can laugh at this juvenile convivio. I would, but remain stuck in stupid, stupid, stupid, same as pin, same as needle, ever was. I'm going to laugh now, loud, without discipline.

All you jealous punks can't (mostly) stop ma dunks

All right, let's get the usual glop o' dollar store humor out of the way.
What. is. it? It's it, bunch o' stuff from the past quarter of a fortnight, O.

Don't ask & ye shall receive anyway.

Using my illusion.

The zombie apocalypse, this is how it begins.

Ick downpour backwash, lunchtime toe dangling; your decision.

Confidence inspired quite little.

Secret Illuminati graffiti cryptograms are coming to your town.

I'd make an excellent cardboard cutout.

Smells good.

My love for you is like a truck, berserker.

Take me down to Juggalo City.

You don't say.

Rumor, confirmed: corporate lobby art is ugly as their collective soul.

'sup.

The fountain, no head.

Eurotrash.

Suggestion box: No Banking, No Stockmarketing, No Politicking.

A money pit.

Damn right, power to the people, or something.

Not as naughty as the library wink nudge.

I'm not crazy, immobilized! You're the one that's crazy!

Buildings, buildings, every where,
And all the souls mistook;
Buildings, buildings, every where,
Nor any glass to look.




To this show tonight, I should go.
Will I, no.
Why?
No.
So, I turn it up, man. Freedom, to rock.

Aftermath of wondrousitarianism

Smart is sexy. If only I was as smart as a book cart.

If the asbestos doesn't kill us, some unholy vermin will, leaving us much less sexy, unless you're into that whole blood-soaked entrails thing.

Bilderberger! Your propaganda doesn't convince!

Thank Cthulhu for small, disorderly serendipities.

Whoa, too much vodka.

How many Bolsheviks does it take to change a light bulb?

Duh. What's next, Bond flicks aren't documentaries?

Molotovs, fun for the whole family.
























No bunga-bunga was harmed in the making of this photo essay.

Think I'd rather go to one (not really).

Look, Whedon, keep your media blitzing out of my library.

Best production value ever.

What the hell are you still doing here?

That's what she says when I show her my book cart.

I'm thinking about ceasing & desisting your weekly HoB update.
This generally doesn't paint the city in a swell light.

We totally don't measure up to Dubai.

Speaking of dicks, I'm sure this bank won't screw you over in other ways.

Our Wheelie Buses are real.

Speaking of dicks. Your questioning, dear reader, is suspicious.

The pretzeldent is gonna sue.

Good thing I'm fake.

Snoop!

It's the most wonderful time of the year

Christmas Krampus in July August?

Fuck, that's a lotta dust. 
 
Don't be silly, goose, 'tis Shelf Reading Day! The day where the Peonage, ostensibly with the help of our institutional betters, some of whom are Peonage at heart -- su nioj, like we pasty-faced teenagers joined Slayer once upon a blazing pit -- wander above the sea of must to order, in an orderly fashion, the Library of Congressional order of the vast repository of knowledge contained herein the Towering Slab, all whilst bribed with cream cheesed bagels & sugary treats & pizza, but what really happens, don't tell a soul, is a silent absorption by the harmonious world of eardrum rattling, everflowing Kynge's Brewe, & paging a particularly interesting tome; if one has followed the silver key of choosing anything but those eerily yellow signed working papers & horrors involving the heinously deceptive alchemy of economics because holy fuck that shit destroys minds, reaps souls, & is boring as this paragraph.

"In other words, you'll still be slacking, just in a new location."

Exactly.

"So, are you from Cleveland?"

On any given day, 99.9% of the pedestrians are Clevelandia-area natives, so the eavesdropping Peonage knew something was up. Let us don our deerstalkers.

Slow & steady will never win the future.
At least someone's feet aren't bear-sized this time.

Us? Speak for yourself, bub.

For once, truth in advertising.

Noo Yawk? Geddafuckouttahere.

Oh, that's right, Stan Lee took over half of my city.

You on the left ain't the only barely creative one 'round here.
Hmm, better tell HR to revamp my permanent record.

Nothing but the finest fake flora for Hollywood phonies.

Apostasy: I believe in her rust, her abandoned storefronts, her unemployment, her corruption; wow, it's like industrialized "democracy" doesn't actually work.

Gasp! Mr. Whedon! Mr. Whedon! I love Buffy! Squee!

Our functional expression loop collection. How do you think we lured those skeevy Californistanians here, international glamour?

If there's neither filming nor stashing trucks, what's the deal, Frankie Garage?

Me either.

Hey, I wanna be economically inclused, too.

Everyone knows who the true stars are. (hint: the Peonage)

Bros.

...and then the C.H.U.D.s will come.

I want to know where's the Danger Look Out For Crazy Wheelie Bus Drivers Who Think They're In The Movie Too signage 'cause I almost got ran over.

Story of my life.

Jeez, how much of downtown are you fuckers blocking off?

No, that's not real-time Clevelandia, but the movie set, swear.

Poor sherpa forgot his Kynge's Brewe.

Apologies for reflecting more of the Earl's gams than those of the Duchess, but I'll be damned if I start prettifying up the blog now.

Does it look like I can fix anything, potty mouth?
























Skate and die.

Positive reinforcement.

 

Can you feel the love tonight?