A systematic blanking is pursuant to the agreement that was made before I was born, an agreement that was signed and notarized by superpowers I have never communed with once. The future is nil but part of this consignment form. The blanking is coming and I am letting it for now. The expectations are gurgling and rippling, but it is mostly even.
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Fish fry is my new philosophy. That and alcoholism.
MM, I am trying to pretend that I am normal.
Please meet me in the unemployment line. That is where I will be camped.
mm, these patterns of blank are always there, under the surface. on occasion they reveal themselves & you become aware of them, sometimes blank-up, sometimes blank-down. The alcoholism allows you to surf up and over, MM, but the superpowers can be thwarted; when the cycle repeats, be prepared with sharpened red-hot pokers to puncture the membrane. You'll find it's tough like sharkskin, so you have to put some extra muscle into it, a bit of english, but you can do it, MM. Let your hairs be your guide.
As one who knows about the blanks I feel you. But I don't get the feeling they'll hang around you long. I feel the brute force of your brains will kick the butts of the blanks.
The Capt'n is right MM. Your brain is a brute force to be reckoned with I reckon.
MM, enjoy your blankdom for now. Allow yourself to relax into it; the angst, twirly-eyes, and hair standing on end will return soon enough.
MM, Who are you kidding with that "alcohol is my new philosophy" crap!?
I wonder will your period of the blanks end at the same time when I grow my new legs? What about the present condition of Sloth, PD, Krix, WW, Gree C, and anyone else I forgot to be concerned about (I'm sorry). Are their present conditions independent of each other or not? And what effect will all this different advice have on our present conditions?
Why are you wary of my growing appendages? I hope your not one of those persons who demand that ideas spring forth in a vacuum by spontanious generation. Doomed to obsolescence.
my condition is totally dependent on everyone else's. i do not exist outside the ether. please do not pull my plug yet.
we are completely dependent on each other, like the cells in a jellyfish.
and regi, while you're at it with the limb regeneration, why stop at two?
I have seen the three armed baby. It is why I dont have babies.
EVERYONE look at my blog and see what I have created on the right side. Notice someone we know and notice that I created (wrong but it had to be done that way)the event AND the location (for anyone's future use).
This discovery of mine must be used by all of us often (especially painter NYC). I love the internet.
The wizards MUST exploit this idea.
Hi goober patrol cars of the ether. I miss you. Thunderpal, I am so excited you are here. Regi, too have been waiting for new legs. Freeze dried goat legs since early last March, that's March, 2005.
Slothy, I am letting my hairs guide me like handlebars. Good thinking.
Krix please stop pretending you are normal, it's bad for everything. NO! You are not and for this I am thankful.
The brute force of MM's brain is making a pizza pie in the oven of time, in the caverns deep below the earth. There is tofu on this pie. There are loaves and fishes distributed by a Jesus look-alike. Capt'n is dancing a jig in 6/8 time.
WW MM spied you and BB across the street in Chelsea but when he looked away to finish his phone conversation and quickly looked back you were gone. It would have been solace to greet you for him, I know. Just saying.
WW that may confuse you but hopefully not. I love how there are so many repeated initials around.
I would like to be Frogs Frogs so I may be FF. Or not.
Thanks everyone for leaving comments on my blog. If you dont see any animation attempt posted by July start yelling at me to grow my legs. Can you all go back and read, comment and try yourself my idea talked about in my "three columns" post? (that was what my earlier comment was about)
well, frogs, mm should not have looked away. that's all i'm saying. cuz i keep on the move. but it would have been heavenly to set eyes on the lovely mm. (sigh.) GODDAMMIT FROGS! you should have flagged me down.
my butler sends an ether enchantment to all - posies, rosies, and foxgloves. let the blanks be filled with eye-fetching prisms, baby kitties, and skittle syrup martinis. i have donned the tie-dyed sweats with spangle attachments, rabbit's tail foot clipped on the sleeves. blessed sunbeams to all.
Tipsy in the afternoonnnnnnnnn
The Mrs. and I made a pact to try and be tipsy in the afternoon or early evening as much as we could this summer
And then yesterday and today we had to make good on our promise to ourselves, because as Carolyn Myss and all the New Age healer types say, self esteem is all about making and then keeping promises to the self.
Now: time for tipsy surfing. Oh MM, how I wish you and the Norf*ckingeasters, every last one of you, could come out here to show us how it's done in the waves. Aren't you like Team Consul or something? Make it happen! Gree C. is getting her ass out here, why not the rest of you? What?
Capt'n, to trudge in the mornin' past those 8th ave. cafes full of languid idlers sipping breakfast cocktails & inhaling the brown haze; meanwhile in studio grubbies, teeth grinding & trying to maintain that fragile grip on sanity... well, those blue Pacific combers start to sound purty good, Capt'n. maybe you're right, maybe it's time for a Norf'ckineasters field trip. We will show you how to surf upside down, only the toes showing, gripping the edges of the board... there's a name for that maneuver, I just knows it.
FB, jesus wants you for a suncatcher... or a dreamcatcher, or some combination thereof.
I am with Slothy on this Capt'n. We need to get out of this Norf*ckin' town and show you how it's done. All I ask is that you have the paramedics standing by with a life jacket and a Jack. D. I-V.
Sloth, That move is called The Human Hull or Fish Smacker, depending on your size and the position of ones mouth. I'm game for a field trip.We need to paint a bus first.
There is no sanity, Sloth. None anymore. I want to go in a painted bus with my head stuck out the window, tongue lolling out to one side like a dog in the wind. Let's get our teeth pulled and drink alcohol-infused smoothies in a painted bus, driving all the way out to the Team S.
Yes yes yes, get in the painted bus! You can all bring your paints and brushes with you so nobody starts jonesin' for the insanity. Calling all Norf*ckingeasters! Jack Daniels I.V.'s administered by sexy blonde lifeguard ladies to anybody who gets too sunburned. They literally surf over to you on their rescue boards, no lie, and then hand you the straw that comes out of their backpack unit filled with JD. I have experienced this personally. (They only do the needle on the shore...at sea, ya gotta suck the straw.)
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