Like Boh'd the Hemian...
One super esteemed Correspondent has left a note for this blog-site:
Who needs medicine ? I would much rather have healthy rants every once in a while. You!!!? You need to
build a @#(%&$#^ Deck, man, and a watchtower in the front yard so you can see me coming. And why not
put some @%$*^ Grapevines in that yard too; so Luigi can bless you with clusters of juicy heavenly love?
Man, can you hear a word I'm saying?! I'm on a Six-Day War against the realm of acronyms and urls.
I'm hurlin' urls and twirling purls and swirlin' in a world without girls. I've Beat the Nick and Boh'd the
Hemians, I'm taking my rage to Greenwich Station. Man, I mean oh MAN.
I am dumping on you and your ears are back like a great dane who don't want to hurt the silly Chihuahua.
I'll be done yapping in a minute, no I'm not drunk, I jes' can't swaller this cybershit sandwich anymore.
I should be writing this letter on paper with ink -but look, I can't because I would rather place my hands on
the black oracle of communications and stare into the eyeball-sucking screen. done
thank you Mr. Compostholestoy!!!!
We all need feed back and when strong passion guides life,
it becomes our true North, no?
And Compostholestoy needs a hug, a Polaris hug.
[...Hey Syd, can we email a polaris hug to Grand Rapids?]
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
It'a Official: Moopigwisdom.blogspot SUCKS !!!
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A Fantastically Flawed Script for a Jazz Rock Opera -- "GAZA"
GAZA by Pat Darnell for the Age of Attritionally Challenged
Bill Gaines said it
"My staff and contributors create the magazine," declared Gaines. "What I create is the atmosphere."
4 comments:
Mr Compostholestoy:
I personally want to thank you for making our site officially an award winning CyberShit Sandwich of the Eye-ball-sucking Screen.
We all at MooPig have been anxiously awaiting the day of awakening that so many bloggers past have experienced; the day their Websites Sucked.
We stayed up all night celebrating doing the Freddie Dance, to Dylan songs... singing along with Hank and the Conversation,... you may well imagine; we are all yawning this AM.
Essie Foster was here with young Chris Jetton, even the Dave Clarke Five showed up, and the whole shwin'g=dig midnight ramble will be repeated when you get here -- Mr Compostholestoy.
Yours, in infamy,
The Entire MooPigWisdom Staff and distaff.
You're right ! Living in America eye to eye across the nation, hand to hand... Rock 'n Roll soul, you might have to walk the fine line, some might take the hard line... wait a minute, you may now be looking for the promise land, but you may see the way... (J Brown)
Forgive me to ask: will you join me at the Bodhi tree to cogitate with your bad self... and I worship with curd, milk and perfumes such as sandalwood, camphor, raki, and some goat cheese... as we might have melody and rhythm and do our regenerative asking? No matter how difficult it is we must "Walk Tall... walk tall,,, walk tall.." being a reminder and an inspiration, a symbol of peace, Enlightenment and ultimate potential lies within us. Eh, Bunkie?
Okay so you think you two aren't a runaway freight train? Ha! Like the bullet flying through Osaka with hobos splattered on the nose, the sound of beaten air precedes you, even on the Internet. The keyboard goes cold, the speakers start to smoke, mother boards screech in terror... bells go off.
"If that ain't Ric and Carla a'comin' I'll be a monkey's uncle," I says to me missus.
Next thing there it is: like a giant "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh" coming out of Linus, Lucy is driving that runaway train straight for the Bodhi tree...
Time for Action !!!!!!!!!!!
>>Pat
...Time will help and you can cupid your brains out if all goes well.
You pick'in up? You 'see I'm say'in? You chewin' my cud? You smellin' my feet? You catchin my fastball?
Stealing the bunt sign?
I know you IZ, The Great IZ
Rick
Hehehe... Yeah, everything is exactly as it should be and your sneakers stink.
Burn out,
>>Pat
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