FOOD IS FOR PUSSIES.
Yeah, you heard me. I go strong, 12 hours no eat-eat. Still connecting d-latches, drawing up state diagrams, trying the fuck to understand a proposed mechanism for Fischer Tropsch reaxion axion axion. I'm blown. Piecewise.
Naw, I gave that all up minutes ago. Yeah, broke down and ate a Boca. Huh. Ate a mouth. And now I DRINK BEER. 'Cause tomorrow is another today, except one day closer to THE LAST ONE.
Speaking of which, my big plans for the impending finale are to hole up with 6 Maibocks and listen to each version of Les Rallizes Denudes "The Last One" that I have. Which is like, maybe 5, so not as many as I wish I had. But still.... it's gonna be reckless. Or at the very least, feckless.
Anyways, even as I type this I hear fizz fuck with my braincase. Yeah, I'm not seeing right but that's nothing new. I would like to give enormous thanks to Mr. Djaja for the ride tonight. I have no more socks; my laundry's undone.
Naw, I gave that all up minutes ago. Yeah, broke down and ate a Boca. Huh. Ate a mouth. And now I DRINK BEER. 'Cause tomorrow is another today, except one day closer to THE LAST ONE.
Speaking of which, my big plans for the impending finale are to hole up with 6 Maibocks and listen to each version of Les Rallizes Denudes "The Last One" that I have. Which is like, maybe 5, so not as many as I wish I had. But still.... it's gonna be reckless. Or at the very least, feckless.
Anyways, even as I type this I hear fizz fuck with my braincase. Yeah, I'm not seeing right but that's nothing new. I would like to give enormous thanks to Mr. Djaja for the ride tonight. I have no more socks; my laundry's undone.
posted by Quincy Hoist at 11:03 PM
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