When I was (un)fortunate enough to be visually raped by this by a polite Norwegian electrical engineer murderer who I was living with it took me 12 months of therapy to recover from it. Now I like.
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to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted, --photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat, --an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
Oh dear. So wrong, and yet so right.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrasting looks on the faces of the two girls at 1:10.
This song has been stuck in my head for 2 days. I fear it is contagious.
I will be looking for something to answer this Patrick.
When I was (un)fortunate enough to be visually raped by this by a polite Norwegian electrical engineer murderer who I was living with it took me 12 months of therapy to recover from it. Now I like.
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