al

i want nachos now. thanks, Al. grr.

I've recently been having the same problem. I think maybe it's something they put in their "meat"

That reminds me too much of the drunken antics my mischief buddy and I get involved in.

The other day we were at The Box of Knives painting nutcracker heads that were ment for a commercial, but then Mrk and I hit the vodka, and in twenty minutes realised that were Aericans in Russia, so we stole out, walked a blocl to the rib house, and got a potatoe each, since when in Russia, it's custumary to eat startches.....or at least that's we led ourselves to believe.

Bah...actually, I guess you had to be there, but regaurdless....
I very much can identify with your tale.

that is such an excellent little piece of writing... sounds like Jeff Noon.

"What butter and whiskey won't cure, there is no cure for." ~ Irish proverb

that was quic

[Edited on Nov 23, 2003 12:00AM]

I think I get the connection. If so, you go girl!

[Edited after realising about the weather in SG-land: OK, different connection; you go anyway!]

Hope it's not too much of a downer after those pretty flakes, but how about this one from Pound:

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,

So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

Wait, don't get all , it's derivative from Middle English . . . I thought you liked Middle English . . . ouch . . . Anglo-Saxon anyone? . . . ouch

[Edited on Nov 20, 2003 1:46AM]

Who's woods these are I think I know.

I'm still working on the Chris Cornell thing. He's not returning my phone calls.

..HAHAAH..gotcha!..

Fuckin' poofter from Harvard! I'll try to muster some real vigour for you (takes a deep breath)

ΜΗΝΙΝ AEIΔE ΘEA ΠHΛΙAΔEΩ AXIΛΛΗOΣ

There, how was that?

my weekend was waist deep in beer and chest deep in work, and at least neck deep in conniving. and i think you might be onto something there, school IS wack, and "spoonman" is quite possibly one of the most delicate ballads about spoons and men ever written. it brings tears to my eyes.

Eat food wrappend in condoms hey...you know I think that will work!

I'm sure if you slip a couple of SG shots into your statement it would do wonders...

yeah, have you looked at don asher's book? it's quite helpful, but also kind of presumes that you have actually done something worthwhile in your life this far. argh.

I was watching VH-1's "Nelly's search for miss applebottom".

Your Strong Rad set has won you the crown!!!

how do you know when your wasting your life? when talking heads 'once in a lifetime' strikes a chord...

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

same as it ever was...

awesome, poem, once again...i dont understand excactly why im number 3 but either way, fucking great poem.

..sweet an sick, just the way i like it..like blueberrie pancakes an gasoline..