I remember reading about this chimp and its pharmaceutical-fueled, face-mauling rage. I did not know its name was Travis.
Questions remain: Who prescribes Xanax to a chimp? Who prescribes Xanax to a chimp named Travis? Who names their chimp Travis? Do all chimps named Travis lead such human-esque lives? Do they, perhaps, drive future-cars? That hairy, smelly brute who put me in a headlock in the library when I was high school sophomore; was that not a man but a chimp--a chimp with advanced social skills?
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to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted, --photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat, --an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
I remember reading about this chimp and its pharmaceutical-fueled, face-mauling rage. I did not know its name was Travis.
ReplyDeleteQuestions remain: Who prescribes Xanax to a chimp? Who prescribes Xanax to a chimp named Travis? Who names their chimp Travis? Do all chimps named Travis lead such human-esque lives? Do they, perhaps, drive future-cars? That hairy, smelly brute who put me in a headlock in the library when I was high school sophomore; was that not a man but a chimp--a chimp with advanced social skills?
This is far more confusing than a nasal polyp.