messybear
location: Lunging gusts from deep in the heart of N/A disillusionment....
listening to: @l'sBU2; JW'sBU2; PJbootlegs; BGeldofMix; RWatersMix; Aussie Feast o’DVDs; Boomtwn •Triage XRuddMix
registered: 2005.11.13
posts: 4219
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fubar (okay so facebuuk placed th’final straw for a while anyway, th’ pricks the bastids) therein
nay but if only a bit autobiographical fer ol’ SareBob & sightenly too disappintin fer mighty ol' Micko me buoy yo from across the saltedoilspill, ..still this nightly templar knight n ‘is gravely clownin’ cuts m’deep & leaves me wit a thin grin on m’ desiccated n disappinted ol’ face o’ me own meakin’
thank y’very, very, muuch (& now to get m’ fruitless but not altogether incapable hands on with the job o merging digital doppelgängers ..& more sooner than later---if I’m not completely off me rocker yet---well onto that big fish that our rockin’ buddy ol’ Kyle called out-and-out this moern’ FINALLY recorded & sent out to the winds by such th’ long illlusive attitudinal mood spinner of a guitar dude & troubadour once o’ the band they all ballyhooed but now long jus the alley-cat with red path features & an ear to the tracks. Gona go find it and spin it & raise up a glass to those on Kyle’s list and then some & call out for our ol’ uncle Lawrence’s “rebirth of wonder” while rememberin’ the good ol’ days [neither good nor worse, & far from salad days] afore all this bedamnable blood chemistry & tears came down on m’ bonnie lass that made dear love-struck ol’dad-daddio into flustered, fragged, & mad ol’fat-fattio with a mean-streak in dire need o tweakin’ it’d seem)
& John Beckwith jested: True love is.. the soul’s recognition of its counterpoint in another.
mum-mumble (obscured due irrelevance & back t’ deduping),
messybear
Whoops,
….Who’da thunk ‘e’d ask…
What makes a dog dog doggie develop a deep-seated guilt since early toddlerhood; & fond retrospect..?
Wall to wall, from tile to texture, Andy, I need t’clean up th’ entry this spring. & on a budget, bro. "Pints on-tap as per,"
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
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messybear
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fubar (okay so facebuuk placed th’final straw for a while anyway, th’ pricks the bastids) therein
nay but if only a bit autobiographical fer ol’ SareBob & sightenly too disappintin fer mighty ol' Micko me buoy yo from across the saltedoilspill, ..still this nightly templar knight n ‘is gravely clownin’ cuts m’deep & leaves me wit a thin grin on m’ desiccated n disappinted ol’ face o’ me own meakin’
thank y’very, very, muuch (& now to get m’ fruitless but not altogether incapable hands on with the job o merging digital doppelgängers ..& more sooner than later---if I’m not completely off me rocker yet---well onto that big fish that our rockin’ buddy ol’ Kyle called out-and-out this moern’ FINALLY recorded & sent out to the winds by such th’ long illlusive attitudinal mood spinner of a guitar dude & troubadour once o’ the band they all ballyhooed but now long jus the alley-cat with red path features & an ear to the tracks. Gona go find it and spin it & raise up a glass to those on Kyle’s list and then some & call out for our ol’ uncle Lawrence’s “rebirth of wonder” while rememberin’ the good ol’ days [neither good nor worse, & far from salad days] afore all this bedamnable blood chemistry & tears came down on m’ bonnie lass that made dear love-struck ol’dad-daddio into flustered, fragged, & mad ol’fat-fattio with a mean-streak in dire need o tweakin’ it’d seem)
& John Beckwith jested: True love is.. the soul’s recognition of its counterpoint in another.
mum-mumble (obscured due irrelevance & back t’ deduping),
messybear
Whoops,
….Who’da thunk ‘e’d ask…
What makes a dog dog doggie develop a deep-seated guilt since early toddlerhood; & fond retrospect..?
Wall to wall, from tile to texture, Andy, I need t’clean up th’ entry this spring. & on a budget, bro. "Pints on-tap as per,"
–--
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
