2/11/10
A little upset that I got tired of listening to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea on Tuesday night. I'm listening to it right now and "Oh, Comely" just ended with the faint exclamation of "Holy shit!" in the background. Must've been a passing thing for me.
At the moment (7:01 p.m. EST on Wednesday) snow is still coming down in earnest. Earlier this evening I went to clean out the rental car while my car is getting body work done and I feared the snow was no longer falling and what I was watching was blowing, loose snow from the nearby roofs. Half a mind to call out to Lee and ask if the snow is still coming down but that's just lazy and she'd be annoyed at me asking, "Really? Seriously? C'mon!" among other interjections and exclamations.
Speaking of my wife a few minutes ago I was thinking of asking her if she would visit me in prison if I ended up going to prison. For your information, gentle reader, I have no plans of going to prison nor committing any crimes in the near or far future. Yet it was something that just ran through my head like a brief, random message on a scrolling LED marquee.
I can't wait for the return of my car so I can feel like I'm complete and really here in The Enclave. Enclave? What's The Enclave? It's where I live nowadays and probably will for Quite a Long Time. Anyway my mother calls the neighborhood the enclave because it's off the beaten path from the bennies coming down to the Jersey Shore to punch Snoopy or Snooker or Harlot in the face. There's really no reason to come into our neighborhood unless one lives here. So that's what I call it.
Just for your information, gentle reader, I live five miles from the ocean.
Who knew this would happen?
A little upset that I got tired of listening to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea on Tuesday night. I'm listening to it right now and "Oh, Comely" just ended with the faint exclamation of "Holy shit!" in the background. Must've been a passing thing for me.
At the moment (7:01 p.m. EST on Wednesday) snow is still coming down in earnest. Earlier this evening I went to clean out the rental car while my car is getting body work done and I feared the snow was no longer falling and what I was watching was blowing, loose snow from the nearby roofs. Half a mind to call out to Lee and ask if the snow is still coming down but that's just lazy and she'd be annoyed at me asking, "Really? Seriously? C'mon!" among other interjections and exclamations.
Speaking of my wife a few minutes ago I was thinking of asking her if she would visit me in prison if I ended up going to prison. For your information, gentle reader, I have no plans of going to prison nor committing any crimes in the near or far future. Yet it was something that just ran through my head like a brief, random message on a scrolling LED marquee.
I can't wait for the return of my car so I can feel like I'm complete and really here in The Enclave. Enclave? What's The Enclave? It's where I live nowadays and probably will for Quite a Long Time. Anyway my mother calls the neighborhood the enclave because it's off the beaten path from the bennies coming down to the Jersey Shore to punch Snoopy or Snooker or Harlot in the face. There's really no reason to come into our neighborhood unless one lives here. So that's what I call it.
Just for your information, gentle reader, I live five miles from the ocean.
Who knew this would happen?
fyi (redux)
P.S. 7:08 p.m. EST and Two Headed Boy Part II just started up.
oneiromancy
9/11 happened again because Americans just fucking love sequels. This time Jews really did WTC despite everything the Israel-backed CIA propagates with propaganda to perjure the polity.
This was the reason why I went into Lakewood, a haven for ultra-orthodox Jews except they don't have any Palestinians to beat up, and visit a grand temple. Just like waking life snow was coming down with inches being measured by the hour.
First thing I noticed is that the inside fucking reeked of humans. Sweat, unwashed skin and a background stink of mausoleums. My other half was muttering that even churchs burn incense to make stuff smell pleasant. I sat in a pew and before me there were a score of old Jews with ZZ Top beards and yarmulkes wearing only towels like it's a sauna.
The other half kept whispering, "Don't look at that cock" over and over again.
I couldn't find my way out of the place for fresh air.
