Man, Jon, I thought you had more class than that. You have sunk to a new low. Really, you let us all down - including yourself. I am ashamed to admit you were once my friend.
He calmyly waits in the shadows with Machiavellian patience. And in a flash, snatches the controls from a shortsighted and unsuspecting Javier. We're gonna take this train downtown, boys and girls, from now on it's the Reign of the Nutters. Only the crookedbacks and eye-sliced stand a chance. Blogmaster, the psychotic-mystical conductor, has taken over. IT'S MINE! FOREVER!!!!!!!!!
And why would you want to leave? One could likely come up with many fine reasons to do anything else with one's time. But why stay? One could hardly come up with a single decent excuse, but there are plenty of mediorcre ones. Here: This weblog is a tool of the future. It can be 1 place in space to share ruminations, illuminations, secret snapshots, drunken hand turkeys, digitized filmstrips, found fylth, music, senseless announcements, special denouncements, empty threats, fantastic fictions, links to better places on this internet, and worthy worldly horseshit, should it exist. Only invited parties can participate. That's the way it must be for a time. Most people just aren't ready for the future.
Every one of you scags that can access this damned webpage is a certified author, so post a thing.
Exciting tadbits coming soon:
--original watercolor collage of' 'The Gourds of Uruguay', --the newest `ukulele music video by Mister Travis Warren, --songs about Jesus by monkeys, --recipes for alligator wine, --a list of reasons not to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted, --photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat, --an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
Man, Jon, I thought you had more class than that. You have sunk to a new low. Really, you let us all down - including yourself. I am ashamed to admit you were once my friend.
ReplyDeleteCall you Javier alright. Ya fuckin javier.
ReplyDeleteHe calmyly waits in the shadows with Machiavellian patience. And in a flash, snatches the controls from a shortsighted and unsuspecting Javier. We're gonna take this train downtown, boys and girls, from now on it's the Reign of the Nutters. Only the crookedbacks and eye-sliced stand a chance. Blogmaster, the psychotic-mystical conductor, has taken over. IT'S MINE! FOREVER!!!!!!!!!
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ReplyDelete"every team needs the spark. and so it begins."
ReplyDelete(jon, you are a sad, ugly man)
I assume "eye-sliced" is some sort of slur about my racial heritage? I see little has changed around here.
ReplyDeleteand I thought we were bros, bro.
ReplyDeleteNo more, asshole.
The blog continues, but you and I are over.
somebody must have brought him the breast milk of a cambodian immigrant in harlem.
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