Real content may or may not be coming soon, depending on nothing.
don't ever...or avoid... going to a bar called Cavern in the lower east side...
"Content" is so overrated.
I know Capt'n, you are very tolerant of this, and possibly you are correct but still the pressure gathers on the forcefield to make ideas of content something that should happen. They still may. But for today, the plumbing is bearing down on the spirit with an unclean wrench.
Dear Arnheim, this Cavern you speak of, is it beneath the earth? Is it the emergency escape Cavern that I have heard so much about? Where the whispering occurs in occult mixing in regards to genitalia?
Happiness is overrated as well. This is my thinking.
Today I am going to boil myself in a bag, I will take out the rice first, put the flame on high and just make the best of whatever happens. I will report back later.
Today I am going to boil the corns on my feet.
i have corn in my poo
I am so jealous of you MM. Everything falls in your lap, even emptiness.
Very spiritual shot, it gives hope...although it may seem never reachable.
hi mm, are you in your yurt? doing some trapping or donkey training? me miss. hearts to you.
Oh FB!! I have been strung up to the rafters with worms and rods. I cannot move due to so much emptiness falling into my lap. I am being forced to watch sports footage from the early 80's. It hurts my eyes which are held open by gummy bears. It is ok though. I am going to be set free in t minus 8 hours. I miss you too.
the lap emptiness can be heavy and pinching and only magnifies with sports footage radiation. i hope it is sports bloopers mm. kicks to the groin region, balls to the head, as there is less radiation. careful though - sports sounds = poison. godspeed thee through the next 8 hours!
we were sorry not to spy you on Friday but congratulated you heartily with the high kicks, etc.
MM, does this mean what I suspect it to mean? As in, I'm worried about you and your guts. I'm not trying to be a psychic vampire, it's just that love stinks sometimes.
I am going to request that the station be changed to bloopers, this is a good idea FB. And Capt'n, yes love does stink but my guts are ok, thank you for psychically asking. You are wearing a uniform still in my mind party, your hat cocked to one side. Maybe you are thinking of pirates, I am not sure. The radiation has damaged my gonads, is one thing I can tell you. Reversal is possible, I believe in the positivity of everything changing.
Oh God I am so pathetic. Sorry Capt'n, everything is ok except for there are caterpillars eating through all our trees in the woods. The trees and bushes are going going gone. But other than that, all a-ok. I am sorry to be so retarded. My words linger in the toilet.
Oh mm, do you have gypsy moths that make the horrible tent nests in the trees? They're so creepy.I am going to messenger over a flame thrower. Also some Silkwood Shower gel for the 'nads... works like a dream.
YES! They have eaten through most of the trees. No kidding, there is a fine dusting of green on the ground and the trunks of the trees are covered in creepy crawlers. If you yelp loudly they twitch, thousands of them. When you smoosh them there is green goo that sprays out. They crawl all over the house. It is actually horror film like...if you listen close you can hear them eating and the leaves dropping....sad.
what the f? that is hideous mm!!! awful. how do you get rid of them, barring forest fire.
um, I don't want to alarm you or anything, but isn't "pestilence" one of the signs of the apocolypse? ....
oops, I think I got the pesk type wrong. not gypsies. these?:http://ohioline.osu.edu/hyg-fact/2000/2022.html
I will kill these beasts that plague you Mountain Man. Yes. Yes. I will.
little f*ckers are drivin' me nuts... like cotton candy in my hair.
MM, your words linger in the toilet of my mind. But in a good way.xox
Capt'n, the toilet of my mind is connected through tubes to the toilet of your mind and for this I am thankful. How do you kill the creepy crawlers? 1. You bash them one by one with a shovel.2. Use a bb gun, for this you must have a steady hand. I do not.3. Yelp over and over until they twitch to death (sore throat ensues quickly).4. Spray with toxins. This will need to be done next spring to ensure our dear dear beautiful trees do not die from a second infestation. In other more pleasant news I saw 2 cute snakes, heard many chirping frogs and planted mucho vegetables. I am like a crazed Man of the Woods in the garden. Very obsessed. FB, I thought of you. You all must come to harvest the bounty in the summer. That is if our house hasn't been eaten by the hungry fuckers.
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