"…in this repulsive town? All our friends are in…"

I am finding that posting these postings through this posting widget instead of through the website area of posting is causing the postings to be posted as shorter posts.

junk e-mail title

"Do you like number 3?"

sk-1

I miss you and I said your name into the sampling keyboard and then it made a little loop of "Anna" in different pitches

give it me

You are my favorite Usage Statistics.

A case of sysphllacdiac.

Twice over, twice today, twice over.

Commints

Too mich commints, methinks

Variation

He sid "guac" but he mint "guacamole".

First

He said "guac" but he meant "guacamole".

We ended up going to bar and having drink,

and I had too much gin, I think.

"Why does the belly grow even if I eat less and exercise more?"

This will be the question of the Spring.

bowl of your own blood

If you could be given a chance (just to try it out) to receive a bowl of your own blood in which you were to wash your face, would you like to do that thing?  I want to know.

Vrolijk in het museum Vrolik

It was here, or else here.

We saw some people, but there was nobody inside those people.

After the museum, searching for the title of the song

He said, "I know it I know it I know it, so where is it, where is it in my brain? That's amazing, it's amazing to me."
And then we were off to Vietnam en de inktvis was groot.  Als het mogelijk is, de inkvissen zijn groot.

SRAGNAROK

Look up to the sky, Sragnarok.

Tea tea and coffee

You let every hot drink I give you go cold.

Chinese emperors

"All these Chinese emperors tried so hard to live long, it never worked," I love you.

Red sweat

O boy I'm looking forward to my red sweat tonight.  Lying down and popping the rifampicin and waiting and waiting and waiting. 
You asked me what I am doing in my boredom. 
I answered: balancing a blood orange on my bellybutton.

One of the features of the future I'm excited about is global warming.

Another is telephones that just dial the numbers when you speak the numbers.

Hitting the mayonnaise (again), a thick, creamy kind of dressing.

A thick, creamy kind of dressing.  "More vinegar, less sugar," I say.  "What is 'bron'"? Oh, "bron", like "source".  "And what is 'vezels'".  Oh, "vezels", like "fiber".  "Thank you."  "Don't mention it.  Thank goodness." 

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Ouch there is such a mistake on this page and nothing will delete the mistake. Nothing.

CPU Heat 49°C

I passed an older woman on my jog earlier this evening.

She smelled like sweet burnt bread and metal.  "Don't sweat it," I said to the driver whose window was rolled down, whose tires were rolling slowly over the drempel.  "Got an awesome sound goin' down," his speakers said.

Molly and Ingula in conversation

That was the first time that Molly and Ingula were both in the car at the same time.  Molly hit Ingula.  Ingula, as a result of an extreme feeling of pain, struck the tiny ashtray conveniently located in the armrest near the right door latch release. "Don't sweat it," the driver said.  I was not the driver.  Dad was the driver.

Detective Car, Car Detective, Take me away in your car

Car.

My mother watched me with tears streaming down her face as I was put into the black car with a broken headlight and three bumper stickers, all partially peeled off.

"I know there is a Heaven and a Hell," the radio played, and no one was ever sure again if I would become more and more like my captors, fat, producing coughing fits in abundance, eating slice after slice of Canadian bacon, saying "no" into the microphone with extra reverberation and extra echo.

"I could get used to this," I thought to myself, and I pulled off my old pants and put on the new yellow rubber ones they handed me. There was a large St. Bernard in the back seat, and he was looking suspicious of the old pants and happy about the new ones. Then the radio played, "Cat, we need you to rap," and I woke up some hours later in a yellow rubber sleeping bag with the St. Bernard licking my salty eye.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah," faintly sang the radio from some other room.

I heard "No" echoing and reverberating through some faraway PA system.