WHOOPS
There I go again...I lost a month. I have so much to tell. Gotta update more.
For the time being, here's the last post I wrote. I never posted it, but it's pretty inspired.
Tjwre
s lots happening around e, righ tnow, but I never to seem to find the time. Right now the Ambien I took is rotating my head counterclockwise at a glacial, Chia-rate. When I bring the cup to my lips, it loses its shape and becomes more oblong as the liquid hits my limp. I notice the rest of the cup blocks out a lot of light, and everything looks different. I'm competley disoriented.
then I find:
http://www.myspace.com/l3end
'Birthing itself from the burros of New York City, the new rock group Bend loses no ground on launching its new mix of flavor 1 and flavor 2. BIRTHING THEMSELVES? FROM THE BURROS OF NEW YORK CITY?
The last time I was on a burro, we were going down a steep trail. Someone I didn't know was leading me into a canyon. This stranger, a few burros up; he looked like he had talked my dad outta some money. I never saw any of it go to the burrows. Was it the measly ropes I used as reins; he could sense my fear. Or was he nervous be he was pregnant with a rock band, maybe Sisters of Mercy or Gwar or Taco, the guy who sang "Puttin' on the Ritz".
The new rock group Bend named 2 flavors in their mix, hard-driven pop and hammering piano jams. The drummer sounds like he's in a maze, the other band members may get away, I may get away too.
SO what an intro line spurned. Birthing themselves from the burros of New York City, Strikes Again! coughed with the croup of a superstar rock band. Covered in burro parts, they dried in the sun on large sharp rocks, planned their next move and fought sleep with the panicked leg-kicking frustration of someone who thinks they're bleeding to death. During this point, "John writes A Glimpse of Land".
WHen the band recovers enough strength to search for food and a gig, 200 burros stampede from the south and each birth 200 other band members. Interpol's in there. The Strokes, too.
those burros look more like automobiles to you and me, but Strikes again! have no choice but to take them in and nurse them back to their health, after being scarred and haunted.
"this ambien is taking me down", she cried, as she teetered to the edge of the sunlit rock that was shaped like a desk chair. She hadn't eaten in weeks; thrusting her hands under her tunic she felt her ribs; they felt like keys on a keyboard. FWFFFFFFfffffffoooooooo-----ooooooFffffFFFWWWFFFFF. The ambien took her under for a second. It's not supposed to crest, is it? Just take me down? I belong do---WHOOMP! run over by a burro.
And the burro was stampeding where? What's it have in store? Yes it's got the unforeseen gift of birthing rock bands, but they serve no purpose to the burro. Maybe we should slaughter it. ok, i'll stop.
For the time being, here's the last post I wrote. I never posted it, but it's pretty inspired.
Tjwre
s lots happening around e, righ tnow, but I never to seem to find the time. Right now the Ambien I took is rotating my head counterclockwise at a glacial, Chia-rate. When I bring the cup to my lips, it loses its shape and becomes more oblong as the liquid hits my limp. I notice the rest of the cup blocks out a lot of light, and everything looks different. I'm competley disoriented.
then I find:
http://www.myspace.com/l3end
'Birthing itself from the burros of New York City, the new rock group Bend loses no ground on launching its new mix of flavor 1 and flavor 2. BIRTHING THEMSELVES? FROM THE BURROS OF NEW YORK CITY?
The last time I was on a burro, we were going down a steep trail. Someone I didn't know was leading me into a canyon. This stranger, a few burros up; he looked like he had talked my dad outta some money. I never saw any of it go to the burrows. Was it the measly ropes I used as reins; he could sense my fear. Or was he nervous be he was pregnant with a rock band, maybe Sisters of Mercy or Gwar or Taco, the guy who sang "Puttin' on the Ritz".
The new rock group Bend named 2 flavors in their mix, hard-driven pop and hammering piano jams. The drummer sounds like he's in a maze, the other band members may get away, I may get away too.
SO what an intro line spurned. Birthing themselves from the burros of New York City, Strikes Again! coughed with the croup of a superstar rock band. Covered in burro parts, they dried in the sun on large sharp rocks, planned their next move and fought sleep with the panicked leg-kicking frustration of someone who thinks they're bleeding to death. During this point, "John writes A Glimpse of Land".
WHen the band recovers enough strength to search for food and a gig, 200 burros stampede from the south and each birth 200 other band members. Interpol's in there. The Strokes, too.
those burros look more like automobiles to you and me, but Strikes again! have no choice but to take them in and nurse them back to their health, after being scarred and haunted.
"this ambien is taking me down", she cried, as she teetered to the edge of the sunlit rock that was shaped like a desk chair. She hadn't eaten in weeks; thrusting her hands under her tunic she felt her ribs; they felt like keys on a keyboard. FWFFFFFFfffffffoooooooo-----ooooooFffffFFFWWWFFFFF. The ambien took her under for a second. It's not supposed to crest, is it? Just take me down? I belong do---WHOOMP! run over by a burro.
And the burro was stampeding where? What's it have in store? Yes it's got the unforeseen gift of birthing rock bands, but they serve no purpose to the burro. Maybe we should slaughter it. ok, i'll stop.
posted by stinkrock at 1:39 AM
4 Comments:
Uh...
Hmmmm...I think there's a "Tales from the Crypt" episode in there somewhere....
Hunter S. Dot, Fear and Loathing in the Blogsphere. Part One in which Doris gets her oats....
The Ambien kicked in about the time we reached Barstow...
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