Thursday, February 04, 2010
Sick, fucking sick, miserably, demonstrably, irrefutably, contagiously fucking ill with a variant of whatever the fuck is going around 'round here and I hate it. Well enough to schlep off to work, but slower than a pensioner rolling a three-wheeled cart of bound TV Guide back issues and infinitely less acute than the cumulative Homestead roster circa '86. Virii begone!
Hello, I wrote this nearly two days ago but it's fresh enough to still be news... "Not that it matters much in a world so riven...
KSV 409: Merkwürdig Riechnerv 's No Knife to Twist is available now for digital cogitation and limited-ed CD levitation via KSV Bandcam...
Day Eight. Matte essays into razor tabletop. While I read from sliced divination, re-describe third outlet... TS