Found this in my drafts, completely forgotten. I only found it again when one of these bits–Walking About–wound up on a tee shirt in Australia. Seems I had once spent a late evening on YouTube digging up old tunes from my past life and writing about them. They’re not for the jazzbos, most of ’em, they’re […]
Staying in tonight, we’re going to see Chuck Manning at the York tomorrow. Been listening to ancient radio comedies all week. Amazing how weird and conceptual and hysterically funny this stuff was, TV comedy has rarely come close, and never gotten beyond it. The mind’s eye can visualize so much more than our meager real […]
Loess are fine glacier created wind blown sediments, not crumbly rock. Geologists who really like it are said to have loess lust. Except for the ‘t’ the two sound almost the same. If you really like loess, but you don’t feel like doing anything, you have listless loess lust. A rutting male elephant who likes wind blown glacial sediments but doesn’t care a whole lot about them can be in listless love loess must. If that’s all he has then he is just in listless loess lust for midwestern dust. If there is any ferric oxide in the dust then he is just in listless loess lust must for midwestern rust dust. If I was a southerner then I could say I thought of this fust.
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Dude, whoever you are, your teacher correcting a book report shtick is getting really old, fuck off.
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