This was the anthem of all us disaffected teens in the early 70s and we had no idea why, it just was, somehow. We hadn’t a clue what it was actually about, we just figured it was about all us shambling young and clueless dudes and dudettes, and it meant, well, who knows. Whatever. Metaphors […]
Watched Downstairs last night, from 1932, in which John Gilbert is incredibly convincing as a vile, thieving, conniving lowlife of a chauffeur with no redeeming virtues whatsoever. Weird choice of role for a leading man with a career on the rocks, weirder still that he’d written the story himself and wanted to do it so […]
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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