Groaning fulcrum of malfeasance
Much as in my experience nary a comfort-zone's been kept intact without a pivot to something sour: an essential truth is not something to be fucked with. For instance, a liquor store isn't gonna take a check in town no matter how soon yr next payday; best to operate under the pretense of grocery procurement at some place with combined lunchmeat/six-pack resources.
No, that's a lie. I'm straight dry 'til Thursday, but my my what a winter warming we've got in store then. I've been scoping online retailers of genuine Keweenaw copper tankards, that one might partake as his ilk was meant to partake... in a situation conducive to the conduction of current. Then we hit up that Chimay in charged fashions.
I best tell you now, here it is... a playlist, an mp3 link, do with it as you will... Presented: Insufferable Picks, Vol. 1:
So, whaddelse? It's been an internal debate on trajectory and the second-plus order tracings of initial+boundary conditions to figure how much I can claim to aim for becoming lograde 21st century Molloy or Suttree, or perhaps only 22nd century Fackelman.
Nah, I kid. I'm sturdy for the time being. Solid. Perhaps curdling a bit in these days of voluntary self-caging sans self-medication, but what you pay is what you get, fairly significantly. And what I've got is about a DVD-and-a-half left of the Wire that is available in this format, and then friends shit gets lost but fast, I worry. Or I guess maybe I just move on, but to what? I feel that anything else will seem like, well, Becker. And Netflix is keeping those Extras DVDs at arms length for the time being. Oh, life, you can be so damn cold to those of us adrift and a full week away from getting to partake in what is, apparently "the best meat lottery I've ever seen". Literally, you sicko. Laugh now, we'll see whose got $50 worth of choice, fresh cuts come this time next Monday...
No, that's a lie. I'm straight dry 'til Thursday, but my my what a winter warming we've got in store then. I've been scoping online retailers of genuine Keweenaw copper tankards, that one might partake as his ilk was meant to partake... in a situation conducive to the conduction of current. Then we hit up that Chimay in charged fashions.
I best tell you now, here it is... a playlist, an mp3 link, do with it as you will... Presented: Insufferable Picks, Vol. 1:
- Ed Askew - Little Eyes - Little Eyes - De Stijl
- Ai Aso - Umerumono - Umerumonoizen - Pedal/Tiliqua
- Les Rallizes Denudes - Enter the Mirror - Underground Tracks 70s - Blue Cheer
- LSD-March - Black Bouquet - Suddenly, Like Flames - Last Visible Dog
- Skream - Midnight Request Line - 12" - Tempa
- Loefah - Twisup VIP - 12" - DMZ
- Prins Thomas - Goettsching - 12" - Full Pupp
- Ø - Helium - Eetteri EP - Sahko
- Lindstrom & Prins Thomas - Run - Lindstrom & Prins Thomas - Eskimo
So, whaddelse? It's been an internal debate on trajectory and the second-plus order tracings of initial+boundary conditions to figure how much I can claim to aim for becoming lograde 21st century Molloy or Suttree, or perhaps only 22nd century Fackelman.
Nah, I kid. I'm sturdy for the time being. Solid. Perhaps curdling a bit in these days of voluntary self-caging sans self-medication, but what you pay is what you get, fairly significantly. And what I've got is about a DVD-and-a-half left of the Wire that is available in this format, and then friends shit gets lost but fast, I worry. Or I guess maybe I just move on, but to what? I feel that anything else will seem like, well, Becker. And Netflix is keeping those Extras DVDs at arms length for the time being. Oh, life, you can be so damn cold to those of us adrift and a full week away from getting to partake in what is, apparently "the best meat lottery I've ever seen". Literally, you sicko. Laugh now, we'll see whose got $50 worth of choice, fresh cuts come this time next Monday...
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