Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Fair fields of France find funny frumpies to fathom over
Alas! Winter Music Conference (WMC) is over and I no longer have to suffer the dregs of "untz untz untz" music and Eurowannabes who expect coat checks in a Miami winter. WMC did bring in a lot of gams to look at but at what cost on my immortal soul I ask. Oh well. We can retread tires and brave the seas, wait in vain for something better to happen. Drown in a pond of debt, cast my cares in a whiskey net. To brilliant eternity, may she forever flower with guilt!
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no need for whiskey nets my friend. better things ARE happening.
if only you were here to rid me of the chicken carcass but it has become my constant companion, along with your chia pet on my tiles,now deemed "michi". so it's late nite creamy tea and tv, but alas, no warm n stinky spoonage.
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