I am pleased to reaffirm I'm not the drooling fanboy I hope I never will be so I'm disappointed but not surprised I'm underwhelmed by the new Lambchop, as good as it is it hasn't saved me, I wanted it to, you can vouch, my fault for wanting another Bible. < (listen gratis once)> Punching the Clown gets better with each listen to the songs I didn't hear until last Friday but my favorite songs had already been pre-released. Unslayed, me, that's my complaint. Only me can save fucking me. Fine metaphors abound
AT FIRST I THOUGHT I WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT
but then I thought keeping quiet about it might appear even ruder. At first I thought I had died and gone to heaven but that scapegrace the unruly sun informed me otherwise>
I am in my heavyset pants and find this occupation of beekeeping charming though I have yet to meet my first bee. We don't know if I get to keep the hat and veil.
"Too hot," he said: "Too hot for everything!" He so caring, so mundane. "...to have you on board." Bulgarian choirs everywhere stood up and sang the song of the rent. It was lovely. Now I shall take a short vacation, proof that I am needed here. Nobody wants my two cents
anymore, I believe. To some it was like skating in summer. A small turret perched over the lake. It exploded. That's the way I feel about people taking me out to some nice repast, and afterwards you go home and go over everything that was stated. I prefer flowers and breathing.
Not reactivating My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game beyond elevating Lampchop, who may already have a permanent seat, who remembers? from one of the permanent rotating members to an irrevocable permanent seat, Lambchop, the only drug that eases my bouts of dark despair at my dearth of hope for my daughter's life in the clusterfucked world I leave her (and I find myself wishing often for an on/off switch I could flip so I won't be a geriatric burden while she navigates the constantly worsening gruesomeness of the United States of Assholes). How's that for a Blog Days of Summer in a dying Stringtown, Blegsylvania post for you?
Gets better, me, every time I listen to that song. When my daughter is my age it will be 2059, the earth will still be here, will the world? The blog is getting more bot pings than ever, I told a friend, and what's truly weird now is that the latest mass sweep is not coming from the giant AI-shitlord bot farms but from seemingly private citizens on their home's local internet providers
each looking at an archived old post, is creepy, and my friend said, you know every fascist overlord and their shock troops are documenting and hording every nasty thing you say about them and I said yes, I'm counting on it, it's the only on/off switch I can contemplate enabling now even if I'm not the one that will throw *that* switch. More damning evidence of my treasonous opinions in grid below, but first
Too many people do not understand that Dump's Army is double-dipping with immigrants, it thrills the bass and just as importantly trains and gives ICE live target practice for when they're coming at you after the imminent coup
My compulsive response to the deadest Blog Days of Summer ever, exponentially deader than the deadest ever before (I'd like to take credit for here's decline but it's deader and getting deader everywhere), is of course to post an exceptionally self-indulgent autoblogographical bleggalgaze on a Friday, the deadest day of the week every week, and as many angry apocalyptic doomlinks I could collect since the last grid before pushing PUBLISH
I used to burn off my extra-manic impulses by pruning the blogrolls of the dying and dead and planting them in one of the two mortuary blogrolls but I've reached peak Fuck That though I assure you it has everynothing to do with the endlessly terminal ghost-towning of this particular Stringtown - it's not just here shit be dying, everynothing be dying everynowhere- and now I'd just rather bleat and bray, bleat and bray the name of my next band, here's the first album cover
Reminder: each post is a poem and each painting a headshot. In good news for me if not for you, L gave me a bag of acrylic paint tubes, this the first headshot using it (the red background), I can now go completely opaque (one can only get so opaque with gouache no matter how thick it's applied). You are warned. Hey, there's a new Water Damage album coming in October, they just released one song off it
Moderate Democrats are not afraid a leftist candidate will lose to a magachoad candidate in 2028 but that a leftist candidate will trounce a magachoad candidate in 2028