exit techniques
the apocalypse is on its way. too late. there is nothing we can do. well where's the fucking fun in that? if a massive hairy comet were headed our way we'd still want to be told, wouldn't we? that's upset me. I'm upset. soul, the right time. alive now, peace. into me see asleep; arose. it's time to work on exit techniques.
posted by Pareidolia at 1/17/2006 07:51:00 PM
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thanks. its quite a good excuse to get drunk and get furioorioos about some things. wonder how zozjas's foot is. maybe it's empathic.
it's called 'solidarity'. zosja's foot knows all about it.
we will recover soon, our strength metaphysically united.
I still limp cutely. Although I've been cheating the recovery process and dancing a little... Also I've been cheating and not wearing supportive footwear. Support of the Likeminded buys me enough strength not to abandon my steel-cup Doc boots (they are such fun: always to be removed for customs officers in airports)
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oh go see a doctor then
went to A&E where they had a big TV showing films about housefires and caraccidents and, you know, the sort of thing that makes you feel better when you're in hospital
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