Salisbury on the steak?

Time to wake that damn requiem up home-slice. Get your collaborate and listen going again. Get in with the 1670 AM station. Send in your dreams there. I get the feeling Denton will welcome your attention. FOOOL.

And may 2010 be the rekindled Rockin New Years it was destined to be!

http://1670am.blogspot.com/

Requiems are stupid...and necessary

It began like all dreams…simple and a bit naïve. We knew nothing beyond the desire to make the sounds in our brains come to life. It began with two borrowed JC Penney’s guitars and a pawn shop amplifier and we woke the sleeping giants next door, who turned blind eyes, because they shared our dream. Have fun. Enjoy. Just keep it down because we have work tomorrow.

This dream lived for fourteen gloriously amazing years. Sometimes more, sometimes less…but always alive. We rarely rocked more than four people at once, but we always rocked at least two. Skeegs and I. Microwave and Rollerskate. Zeek and Jessup.

It deserves so much more, but that will never be. There is no reward or final last stand. It simply ends, as all things must do.

I will miss you Lymph Node Squad. I will miss you more than I could ever express with English. My life and happiness owe so much to you and I will never be the same again.

Rest in motherfucking business. Rest hard.

Rest in Business, Lymph Node Squad

You were loved.

We all knew this day would come

Everywhen

Not here

A glimpse of MY sega skills.

when i was a baller, shot caller

A glimpse into my sega skills

...you don't want ANY, Sweaty

Several things.

One. I was steady rockin' #12 (and playin' the point) for our man with the flipper hands. lllini bitches roll tight like that.

Two. This was Watson Elementary's squad of 198something84??.who only lost to Hillside, who only lost to some bitchass tricks from down the way named Gayside or something. Anyway...

Three. I am a fuckin' baller.

Four. Yes, those are STADIA, motherfuckers....made only by Kinney Shoes. Nike ripped THEM off, fools. You don't know.

and Five. I got a move you can't stop. I only need one.

In the name of holy things

Let Skeeg's People GO!

"Thousands of fans have booed pop star Madonna after she spoke out against the discrimination of Gypsies in eastern Europe during one of her concerts."

Why you hate the Swarthies?

Second Place

This is no Monkey riding a dog but I do give it the silver.

More funny videos like the "Chimpanzee Riding On A Segway" at Heavy.com

Get the week started and ended

keep it in your head all week, ladies and gentlemen.

I know he is Def, but deaf?

It is also Elvis Andrus walk up music at the Ballpark in Arlington.

You need to learn yourselves an education....

....and start getting right. I seen you boys the other day in the middle of the afternoon when most decent people are working. What were you up to? Nothing. Not a dadgum thing. I seen you boys the other day. Up to no good in the middle of the day.

Anyone?

I got nothing...

Couldve been a crack head

Ima gonna rent a backhoe and uproot that tree.

I love this story so much. I also love the amateur sketch of the leprechaun.



I could listen to this every day. Ok, I do listen to this every day right after my Tommy Makim and the Clancy Brothers CD.

Fightin Texas Aggies

Martellus Bennett got mad skills. Our boy Sweat needs to get him hooked on some Apple Jacks since they tight like that.

TWINS

I know all y'all cats is crazy...so taste on these treats for the time being.

a lick you boom boom down

my new best friend. Well, he will be when he gives me the kick ass ax from his wall behind him.

Verb comin'

stugglin to survive

...its hard out here for a gimp.

As previously stated in a smaller world: went to Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa, Missouri, and Arkansas and the best part was wrapped up nicely with a smirk....

.

and a smile...

waste

My mother caught me the other day. I hit answer instead of ignore. So we talked, or actually she talked and I listened. She had questions, I had brief segmented replies skirting the fence. Then we did the norm and just sat there staring off waiting for the other one to add to it. And thus nature vs. nurture was solved for me. I am a terrible conversationalist due to my parents nurturing. I always figured my mom, being a dame, could conversate like all broads can. Put another mark on the 'Jeff was wrong chart' if you can find room. Ah crap, does that mean with me being a dude that it is my nature to not be a talker? Damn you dilemmas!

I love you 1989 Beastie Boys for helping out.

Egg Man: “…Which came first the chicken or the egg • I egged the chicken then I ate his leg…”

Who is riding it now?

Check them shits at the door, biktheees.

Baaaaybeeee

I am unnerved that these acts go unrecognized, unpunished, and agreeable to the fifth degree silent. What gives, Panchito? You leave your balls at the interior decorator's house? Flacid. Asleep.

Who here ever had diphtheria? So fuck it.

Lee Sweaty

Where were you?

Eye

This is Soxlygheine's eye really, really close up from far away...like how Steve Martin likes his oranges.

I just liked it so fuck you, this is how it came out. I just walk across, bikthees.

Glans.b.SWOLE up

I'd like to call this one, "Fridge Bitch." You can tell me why later.

Look at what's on TV

So pretty.

All Rights Reserved to and thusly...Scott Hoffman.

Skeegs wants to ego trip

Skeegleton Shackleford Wayneright Tha Duece needs to stop texting my tele every 15 minutes with hilarity. Home-slice needs to dial-up some Internet and post for all to digest then embellish.


GET OFF THE SICK!

this or that?

I like steak.

Walk up and bust you in the face steak. cover that black eye steak.

hahaha, i gotta calm down.

Red said...

...“she gave up the pudding for a letter and some candy...”

It is Friday and we need some Playground cause on "Iesha", on their first date they "played Tecmo."

This oughta make Lee Sweat sweat

6:20, though? Mr. Ranaldo could have been a bit more considerate. Not like art, Bill...like life.

We're outside of College Station and uh...

I wasn't gonna drop it on y'all bitches....but, oh Diva, you know we do.

Damn, Jr's dead!

greatness. cast and class

in honor of the Captain tweets

new attitude

As much as I love sitting around getting paid to smell my own farts I could sure use a new gig. Anyone like their gig? That wasn’t the question. Do you like your job? No, no, no I mean do you like what you do?

Seniority is an awesome thing though. Unfortunately the time might be coming to get a fresh start. Of course, then I wouldn’t be able to impress with my post.

But until then....kick it

Lee Sweat cannot deny....

Posdnuos favorite drama movie

And finally, what Skeegs prefers in the morning on his ortho-ray tube

JVo watches this every morning

footnote: submitted by Lee Sweat

Medman watches this every morning

Lee Sweat watches this every morning

It is his wake up call of sorts. And for good reason!

No, mom...he's gonna do it, dude

He's four stories tall! Come on, Turkey...call us. He'll rock your spots.

Business end of nostalgia

In case'n you forget

We bring it from time to time.

Come get some

Blanketed by your excess

(this doesn't concern you.)


(this doesn't concern you?)

Not the PE I was looking for

But wow what memories...terrible memories...

Billy Beer

"T'was the night before Thanksgiving eve, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except that blasted Almore looking to douse. He was stumbling through here, stumbling through there. He was only partially clothed with nothing clean to wear. He mumbled past moms room, he bumbled past his, he wound up in Ilmores looking to wizz. Poor, poor Ilmore, blessed with bad gene's and a deep snore, was now in a bad way with no lock on his door. As Almore steadied himself and let it flow, Ilmore awoke with a much, much too late NOOOO!!!!"

I let myself in

Do it, don't do it. These words confound Fred. He likes cohesion.

The ancient texts suggest we look forward. These words confound Fred.

I bought a new porch. The other was scabby. Again...

Fred learned your lessons for you. So go home. Be well. It was me, after all, who sent the evites. Oh abbreviated electronic....you mean so much to me when the lights are off.

Let's not pretend anymore, okay? I've got a mortgage.

Fred sleeps in. Trust me.

You know what? I like you.

Any who, on to more important life altering raise a hand if you want one pieces of meant well. So once again we visit Almore and Ilmore. These two are pure unadulterated meant well. Last we heard they were in Austin enjoying the varying nightlife that it possesses. The California of Texas as known to most of us. It is a lot like going to Epcot and touring the world but with all American flavors. Well, apparently they are back in North Texas.
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Slagle man fatally shot at horse track 10:46 PM CT
12:36 PM CDT on Monday, July 23, 2007
From Elliot Six Reports
Law enforcement officials were investigating the fatal shooting of a 45-year-old Slagle man at a horse track Sunday.
The County Mounty Department said Esquire Griminess' was found with multiple gunshot wounds at the racetrack on County Road 227 at about 5 p.m.
Lt. Corporal said Mr. Griminess' appeared to have been shot by a track official during the 3rd race. He was pronounced dead at the scene. The official in question we have found to be a local by the name of Almore Lampin. He was unavailable for comments immediately afterward as he was being sequestered in the stables by authorities. His brother Ilmore released the following statement, "My brother is the finest of track veterans. He was president of his FFA group at the community school and has served at this track for 3 years. We never like to see the riders or the horses to get injured. As you well know a broken leg spells the end of their careers and most owners ask to have them put down. My brother was only following their instruction. There is no story here that doesn’t happen at other tracks across this great nation of America. The rider went down hard after Concrete Chipper tripped over Lucky Lager as they passed the 3rd furlong. Mr Griminess' appeared to be in excruciating pain so my brother took action to end his misery."

Must've flown American.

Finally in Austin, Almore and Ilmore are settled in and preparing for some hot Austin nights. They set out trolling along Nueces near Guadalupe and 26th headed south. The guys were skipping along excited about their good fortune and are lost in the sauce again. "There are good things afoot for us now Ilmore!" Almore declared. "We are going to get inside with pride tonight my brother! I'm not talking about that old bootstrap scowl neither!" Ilmore is not as confident as his brother is. He has been looking around and not as impressed with the surroundings as Almore seems to be. Almore must know something he doesn’t about this town. Pretty soon they are passing the University of Austin Texas and its massive sprawl. Across the street Almore eyes some scat entering a local meet-n-greet. He is off and hollering from across the street before Ilmore can even turn to look. "Get up on it Ilmore! Let's sit in this" he calls out. Ilmore heads on over and is trying to make out the name of this place. "Almore you sure about this? It is called Momma's Meaty Elbow, what kind of establishment is this?" "Who cares, you see the scowl growling in this place?" Almore retorts. Once inside they were greeted with the blaring sounds of Bon Jovi's all time everyone's favorite classic, Runaway. "She's a little run-a-way, Daddy's girl learned fast now she works the night away….SHE'S A LITTLE RUN-A-WAAAAY!!!!!"

and it gets even awesome'r

I still cannot believe there is an American human named "Apple."

So last night Nathan Lane called me to discuss the Almore and Ilmore characters for use in on around Broadway. I really do not see the transition to theatre but I am not the professional in the conversation so I give him a listen. Seems he has a new play due out but no direction and wants it to fail. He caught wind of these two brothers who were going nowhere fast in their nowhere town fast and the bar fast they frequent. I told him repeatedly that these guys are not into Public Image Limited and even though I would listen to a new album, if they were to ever release one, these 2 brothers are not interested.
Here is where Big Nate began laying it on pretty thick. If I could get these 2 guys to go to NY and just check it out he really thinks they would come around and do it. At this point he must think these two characters are real because he is loosing me fast. Matter of fact I might be confusing what he is saying with that movie Mouse Trap which was on. Either way he finally convinced me to bring the brothers to New York City.
We arrive in grand style, there was an unbelievably long line of Taxi cabs outside vying for position to take us where ever we needed to go. I proceeded to go down the line like the Grand Marshall Judge type guy at the Dog Shows on that television instrument. I was eyeing them all, walking by slowly, pausing for a second then moving on to the next. Each Cabbie breathless in anticipation of being picked. They were all petting their cabs and primping them up to look their best. What a show! Finally one cabbie was so eager he couldn’t stand it and took it so far as to punch me in the nose and run off with my bags to put in his car. I am not fond of this guy at this point though. By the time my eyes cleared I couldn’t find the guys cab or my gear.
Big Nate finally walks up (which he is not as big as a "Big Nate" would imply so right away I am under impressed) and is quizzing about where Almore and Ilmore are. "Big Nate, I told you these guys are characters" I said. He ponders on, "Oh so they are messing with me huh? Where are they really? They inside still?". "Yes Nathan, they are still inside" I finish, "can we just get on to the broads? They will catch up in time I promise."
Let me tell you now and here that this "Broadway" we all know and robotize is, well how do I put this, let us all just come to realize right now that though we love it, we still want to use its mouth as a toilet. What a hag rag used for a game of tag row of glitter and glamour. Lights flashing bright all over the place, people costumed out calling out like carnies at the fair. One of the billboards had the following listed and I immediately know I have to catch that show though.
Bobby Ogden on Piano, Thanks Bobby.
Charlie McCoy on harmonica, Oh Charlie.
Russ Hicks on Steel Guitar.
and introducing Muhammad Ali….
Nathan and I enter into his side door to their theatre so I can get a feel for the place, the dressing rooms, stage presence and acoustics. It is a really nice place on the inside. The room is perfect for the doldrum antics of my two characters. "They would fit in nicely here" I say, "you can use them however you wish so long as you follow my story exactly."

Fred's Steady

Burnt. He felt burnt. Not the twice or the thrice, but the everywhen. Fred was pissed.

"Saved by the ha ha ha's again, Fred?" she whispered. Oliva was a dangerous catch. Swarthy to the teeth. Gentrified, but stubborn to beat the band. She salivated gold sprinkles. Her ankles swiveled like elbows.

"I am not the time or the place, Oliva."

"Shove it."

"You've been watching too much 'Alice' again. I can always smell it on your breath."

Oliva clung to the one truth she held sacred. Fred just did his laundry and left without saying goodbye.

Where's Fred?

Almore/Ilmore - reduex
______________

Almore was hanging around the bootstrap when Ilmore came up. "How's the bootstrap Almore?" Obviously Almore wanted nothing to do with his brother. He was not here for social hour, he could get that at home. Almore was on the prowl for some vertical scowl as they say. "Get on home Ilmore, you don't want any pat from this!" Ilmore may be the younger brother and less schooled in the art of vertical scowls and the attraction of said scowls but he was no dummy. If his brother was there to knock it off he sure as hell wanted it too. "Chalk off Almore. I am beside to slide!" Wow, Ilmore was quickly in over his head. Poor guy. Almore tried to slow down the advancing horde but wasn’t quick enough. Before Ilmore knew it Too Sloppy was all over him pummeling him all over that bootstrap. Too Sloppy and his crew were not having it. Almore knew Ilmore couldn’t taste the taste he was tasting and would tell his mother. He grabbed Ilmore up and told him this sheets for real, like he don’t know, and told him to "get your punk arse back to the dog show."

Slacie was on her way to the crevice when she passed Ilmore on the corner of Waller and Shad. She hadnt seen him in months since she left for Nangrove Communical. "I have a Chevy with a Mopar cam he can swap out for me….Hey Ilmore!"

The bootstrap had just about calmed down from the hooplah when Almore noticed that the salt missing from the table where Too Sloppy and his crew were lamping like some one had a polaroid snapping off shots like Margaret Cho dissing on Bernard Getz. There was no way Too Sloppy would be able to containt the pain if he knew of this. "Yo Slop! Man your crew be the mostest sloppy in these pieces!" As he distracted the attention spans he motioned for Lonmai to place another salt shaker on the edge of the table.

Ilmore was just about settled down when he heard his name wafting by as sweetly as he has ever heard it next to his mother calling him for fresh scat each Tuesday. About that time he looks up and sees Slacie pulling up waving, or at least he thinks she is waving. For those not as upside with the prior knowledge of this person, Slacie will alarm you.
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Good AM mornings

Does anyone else get really bad heartburn when they add Jim Beam to their morning coffee? After lunch my esophagus handles it better but first AM thing sure messes me up. I am trying to fight through it and figure it will pass in time but so far….two years in and nothing. Still burning. The only thing I have learned is to put it in the coffee instead of Dr Pep. Whiskey and DP first thing is the worst. Coffee and JB is only a minor irritant.

Suggestions?

Break time

Is it wrong to sleep in the company's bathroom?

I know it is gross but is it wrong?

Does it help you choose a side if i tell you that though I disrobe completely I at least sit on my folded shirt?

My beats be 2-Sloppy

'cept they aren't. Are not.

Aren't.

Darn't.

I've been hypnotized. It was for the best. I want my pedals back. I am looking right directly at you Richard Quest Hypothalamus Nalgas Karl Shoeshine Deckface Scxhildgen. Walk your dogs, Essay (pronounced essay proved easy with a slippery lip).

I want my pedals.

ESN inspiration and history

knee slapper is the great Jackie Phelps. Bill Monroe's banjo player from his Blue Grass Boys band (among others)



young whipper-snapper picking that 5 string

Stranded......

but I don't blame you.

Stranded....
but I don't blame you.

'cause we're going to the quarry.

again.

Big Whoop(s) presents: Daddy's Bleeding

I know what you must be thinking....

Telegram for the Three Amigos

BURNING FEVER BURNING FEVER STOP.
DECORATED CORPSES AND FEET STOP.
LEFT TURN, MEN WITH TITS GETTING BITCHES STOP.
I'M GOING TO BE LATE.

Nostalgia

I found a Gregg ruled notebook and I am not afraid, like Bobby Goins.

Here we mow:

MUMP THING ALIMONY PLAN:

There is most certainly a system. A rhythmic approach to solving routine situations. For too long now, there has been a blighted reliance on these methods as the end-all solution. My friends, we all know that nothing we touched before, touch now, or will touch in the future is the end product. Or at least, we can all agree that we HOPE its not (pause for laughter). Imagine the responsibility of finality.

With that being said, we look to each other as unto ourselves. We are brilliant and like-minded. We have already solved the problem of 'how', so let's move forward into the 'why'. (Big applause and lights fade in)

-circa 1998

labels

Ethan was introducing his buddy Jeff to a sweet little piece at a function one night.

Ethan: “Susie, have you met Jeff?”
Jeff: “It is nice to meet you Susie.”
Susie: “Nice to meet you too, Jeff. Good grief, how tall are you!?”
Jeff: “six foot seven I believe.”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, ask him how tall his dad is!!”
Susie: “oh really, how tall is he?”
Jeff: “Ethan you’re bastard.” Walks off pissed
Susie: “huh, what is going on?”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, his dad doesn’t have any legs!”
Susie: SMACK “you ARE a dick!”

Here is a little ditty about Ethan and Jeff. Jeff is a tall, quiet man, at least six foot seven. Ethan, not so much. Maybe five foot eight. He was a very charismatic person. Could charm anyone anytime. One evening in college after some Red Dog these two knuckleheads hatched a good time for the party that night.

Jeff: outside trying not to laugh
Susie: “I am sooo sorry about that Jeff. I didn’t know.”
Jeff: “no problem Susie. It isn’t your fault. I don’t know what is wrong with Ethan. He brings that up every time someone mentions how tall I am. He does it to shock people into not mentioning the height issue.”
Susie: “he is such an ASS!” and goes back inside.

The concept is a simple one. Shame folks into a life lesson. “Yes, I played basketball. Yes I need to watch out for that ceiling fan, low eaves, etc…”. Too bad they didn’t practice it on some one less attractive. Would have been nice to keep talking to Susie.

Susie: “Why are you such an idiot!? He is very upset out there right now.”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, Susie seriously it is a joke! His dad is fine!”
Susie: “What are you talking about?”
Ethan: “see here he comes now, dude get over here and tell her it was just a joke.”
Jeff: back in the room “man what are you talking about? I am tired of this crap.” Giggling
Susie: “you are both assholes.” Walks off

Aaaaaand scene.

Skeegalton Shackleford Wanewrite?

If I had a hammer I would lay some wood. Is it baseball season? I am pining for me some Skeegs. Sure wish that man would rear his mop head in these parts. Where you at Chuck Nice? You out chronicling you some rustic values? You out tracking blight? Pop on Jer. You got the face for Radio and the voice for Print but oh how we love you and your vision. As you can see by the quality and frequency of other posts our world is missing you. So make like a baby and head out of your hole. Rejoin the movement. And I do not mean tomorrow. You do not get to win. If you win then we all lose and that is unacceptable.

Re post but new to you

Why was the cat afraid of the tree? It was afraid of the bark you morons. I couldn't believe it though. I swear I had seen that same cat in that same tree just yesterday. I was out in the yard taking an inventory of the lady bug to cricket quotient and its effect on my soils nitrogen to iron ratio when I looked over and that dang cat was in the tree licking its fur. We will not get into where the cat was licking but rest assure it was hot.

It has been quiet so i forced the issue. That is right.

Present

So anyway, look.
Your conscience needs to separate. It's not him. It's her.

refrain when i wasnt frain before

I was about to take this conversation somewhere it should never go in this environment much less sitting around a secure enviroment. I will refrain and you three just know that what you would have heard would have caused laughter and then a sick disturbed feeling that 6 showers won’t cure.

Times are often best in the middle of some really bad things. Choose a side without contempt of those on the other side. They chose their choose with their own coin flip. Same as you.

Big Whooooop(s) is at it again

This time he smooths the carpet just in time for hunting season.

Let's welcome his efforts, you little nasty r&b bitin' motherfathers....You saucy. Oooooh, you stassney.

latter

Eaten furry poison heat to swim under nature.

Get in where you fit in.

Can't Keep a Steady Hand Because I'm Nervous

This year, let all them motherscratchers call the area. That way we know'd they birth. What? No...you said it.

So anyway, we were tardy. It's a word. Not a feeling. What's this got to do with it? With you. On you. But in person. See, its not like that. So, regret it? Good.

Markie Post.

Swell, guys. Really swell.

Now Everybody's Me

Fred “You’re not as tall as you used to be, huh boy.”
ESN “Boy howdy! I’m telling ya it’s from all the hunkering I gotta do to monkey with it these days. Momma needs to put me on a diet I'd say.”

Freshy

Fred reminds me of sauces.

May the air be thick of odor above your lip.

Do not call this a return. This is something new. And flimsy. And flimsaaay. Please take a moment to glance at your clock calendars and make note of said date time. This one will go down in history and be remembered globes over. Something old, something new, something blue and yet still nothing for you.

So that we all have it straight, take heed. JVo will spill your drinks, Skeegs can sway the meek. ESN will soil your sheets. Lee Sweat will leave your feet.

The day I met Fred. There are events in ones life that you will forget and there are events in ones life that you will never remember. I do not remember meeting Fred. I attribute this to the fact that I haven’t ever met him. Ever. I have met people who have met with Fred but never have I had such treasure. As much as I want to make meet with this man, I fear it will not happen until the Dallas/Fort Worth Metro-mess eventually expands to include Austin. Once that bears fruit, WHOOOWEEEE it is on and poppin. Break down the door and get all up in Katie for barring it cause we came to party.

Now for the jokes….

Until further notice

Sixxx Nuttts?

This is a dare, Medman

Dance.

Dissuade, Disswindle

TEST BED:


A complete form of exercise and restriction.

Skin falls.
King Fred lied. Space Space.
Where the FGUCK were you? Where the yFuck where you?



A+

Try Not To Do That Again, Fred

It was a little like peeling an orange. But this time the orange could talk. We are hearing the choking and the moaning and all we can think about is fruit. This fruit peeling is the opposite of a massage. Piercingly orange tendrils are frayed in infinite agony. I'm disconnected from the face that used to be Oliva. But Fred maintains that he is closer to her than ever. The doctor said that not a square inch of flesh would be left. The pieces of paper adhered to her body much like a cut that Fred would get whilst shaving. There was a loud exhalation and then... nothing.

Your Liver Don't Live Here

Discontent, she always seemed to merge into his knife. The Custodian was a Doctor. It was all bad advice, awful food, wrong prescriptions, and too little too late.
One of Oliva's crutches were broken. Fred held her shoulder..................... ........................... "Fred, you're here to give and give, that's a fine thing".

This time while slipping, she closed her eyes.

The Return of Big Whoop(s), The Sample-Starved Millionaire

There's hot shit right now coming out of the Short Cop Productions laboratory. Hotter than you can say bitches, we rollin. Mob deepin'. Creepin...Asshole sleepin'

Big Whoop(s), The Sample-Starved Millionaire is no joke. Recollect his promises.

Here is the anthem. Throw your damn backs out.

New

Yeah, sometimes we burn our shit down too. I understand...people are busy.

Two Times the Transactions

Fred:

Get up.

Fred:

Get up.

Fred:

Get up.



And buy some more soap. Hand soap.

I sold bloody jeans back to Wards

I saved my money wisely

and I used it toward

MY NEW JEANS.

THEY'RE BLUE JEANS.

blue jeans.

Doing it for the lugnuts

Fred, like heat is not a substance.
Traveling like planes.

possibly the interim clause.


"Great Incredible Cruelty, have i done this before?
possibly Taken.

My own Mom has no more."

Migration,

Look up at Aisle 6

Dear Fred,

It's too bad we don't talk. We used to be really underground. Remember how I shaved the cat and recorded that on your reel to reel? And how we used to take DMT and talk to Methusilah? It used to always have the feeling of a seance when we would play Boggle. My favorite dish that you prepared when we lived at the co-ed dorm room that is torn down now was mutton chops.

xo,

Oliva

More Fred

Oliva, come here baby,
I wanna eat standing on the bed.

Vegetarian Sausage, English Muffins, Cheese and Eggs.

We might not talk, we can sit Crossed legs.

Instead.

Forks,
Spoons,
.

Heart ache by the Pound, We've made a Mess of me.


Metaphors for Break Fast?

I like to eat alot of Break Fast.