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:: Sunday, November 06, 2005 ::
The sudoku twists me up and knot and desiccates my brain. Speaking of brains, went out with the crew tonight and heard a story that only could have come from the eighties. the scene, a bar. Maybe more than a bar as there was dancing. And as with all dancing bars in the eighties, the crowd formed a circle where burgeoning Fred Estaires were to enter and wow the crowd with mad skillz. The teller of the tale finds himself in the center of the circle, dances furiously building to a shocking finale. A back flip. Which would have been awesome had the slippery floor not doomed the move from the outset. This teller launches himself into the air yet makes it a scant halfway round and comes down thunderously upon his head. long story sort, a crack, visible in xray, from the upper right forehead to the top of the right ocular cavity, or whatever its called. all that for the chance to impress some shitheads at a bar.
Cody is a girly dog and i think that Chuck Norris automaton sidekick in Code of Silence was the inspiration for Robocop.. although no one would own up to it.
You're not reading this blog! I was shocked when i saw you "reading" it. Little did i know it was a sign of your coming insanity. I'll be out in the mews if you need me, pinching Landsbury's cheeks.
had a dream last night but not enough details remain. It was a nighttime scene with me having the ability to leap through the air like Crouching Tiger. But much slower and more deliberate. Moonlight on water. Glistening.
:: sandy 2:52 AM [+] ::
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