Vintage tumblr content from April 7, 2008 This morning I awoke, in the usual way, from a very strange dream. In this dream I had been preparing/ordering a large and varied meal of brightly coloured dishes all served in ...
Vintage tumblr content from April 7, 2008 This morning I awoke, in the usual way, from a very strange dream. In this dream I had been preparing/ordering a large and varied meal of brightly coloured dishes all served in ...
Do you need to know? This is part of my conundrum. It is my duty to provide content to the great beast but what is right to share? Dare I say something I wouldn't shout in the street? The topic I have been contemplating lately is the future of the human culture and how it relates ...
Open flood gate. Hark Hark. I look up. Old guy rockin' tha Capt Highliner av waves a rack of fingers. Who the fuck says "hark" anymore? That's fuckin' shakespearean bible right there, bitch. His expression is linkdead. I crack up. Dude is totally AFK. Maybe shock. We rise past him. He tweets me, 'floodgate'. Weird. ...
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I do not recall the moment when that cable tying me to the trunk was cut loose so as to set me adrift amongs the worst of run-on sentences ever conceived. All I know is that I find myself loose. A tumbling ball of crud in a constellation of similar objects. What the crispy corn chip ...
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Deth Killer was here earlier. Stanley's not smiling. He's wiping up spilled ammonia from the bar. He was looking for you. Me? What the fuck? I didn't ask. Whaddya want. Not a question. Stanley never asked. Statement. Ahm, mentholated shitsturber, Stan. Nods and turns to the supplies. Stanley is back with an organic vapour visor over his ...
"What's this you are writing?" the Great Gaspy snatched the sheaf of paper from my finger with a mighty plowing of festering snot. I plumped in gratification of my own success. For his continued benefit I maintained a tight-lipped, somewhat beaten and guilty look on my wizened visage. Actually my visage was not wizened at ...
Doth. I am puzzled by this word. Moreso, I am disturbed at the ease by which what is perceived by the eyes, understood by the mind can still be grossly misconceived by the brain somewhere in the process. In this case, how the words "does this" can be hacked and recombined into "doth". It's like ...
And then I saw it again. An embarassment.