January 2010
91 posts
is not sure this breed of vampire could be dispatched traditionally: http://slogdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/25-january-2010-343pm.html #PTWE
the one that pours cream from a carton only while it’s closed, is present, being shuttled same as me, lactescent…
question: so when you pop a lemon drop in your mouth do you end up with a flush of saliva from the depths of your jaw, enzymic juice floods?
is a walking nightmare of sleep-deprived reality
jet lag has got me in it’s evil crosshairs and has made the kill #goodnight
is of course too tall for the hotel’s showerhead
has ascertained is not jet lag’s bane, and not the other way around neither
has now entered The Republic of New Jersey and is resting within its confines
was born a natural redhead, for those who are so concerned, which I suspect is as the limit——> 0
the social vampire conjured her reclusive mate to stand watch against me whilst escaping to a gift shop…
At the SeaTac airport now sitting in proximity to a social vampire, who through actions believes all should cater to her every need #oldbat.
It seems that the riff raff are starting to realize that Sound Transit practically doesn’t check for payment on light rail #sucks
downtown yields the million little worlds that spin simultaneously through postage stamp glass, opaque from the inside only
travels across a sodium-illuminated backdrop under a washed-out florescence that pushes the asylum
“you’re not charming,” she said. “never thought I was,” I replied. “you have that ‘little lost boy’ charm,” she then said. Me: “?????”
“you’re not charming,” she said. “never thought I was,” I replied. “you have that ‘little lost boy’ charm,” she then said. Me: “?????”
“why do I always get the crazies?”
wonders when it appropriate to have “one last neezer?”
vamos a comer pastales esta noche para la cena #nannynannybooboo
mouthful of hot coffee + outta nowhere cough = Godzilla claymation scene
curious and capricious clientele comemorate the curbed continuum currently
this just in (actually a while ago): just ‘cause there’s a mountain of work on your plate doesn’t necessarily translate to job security
SSDD
“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose…”
the superfluous chimera of yestereve remains to invade all that seems material, debunking the sense of sleep deptived reality…
an “anticommuter” here is thwarted for whatever reason on #PTWE: http://slogdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/21-january-2010-440pm.html #toobad
“may not look like much, but the crimson hair you see there is a symbol, a symbol of the hateful death that transcends the previous life…”
-for, the weight of the world is impinged upon their shoulders through everyone’s fault but their own -mierda del toro que ellos creen
that’s right Ponytail Man of the Book Club trio, sit by your own consortium and peddle your pamphlets of bore, for they’re already convinced
is not inebriated, but levitated
is forced to sit next to a pretentious member of the bus book club trio: ponytail man to be absolutely specific
in case you missed it! Creepy and Convoluted…scan the prose of weirdness at PTWE: http://slogdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/19-january-2010-620am.html
Creepy and Convoluted…scan the prose of weirdness at #PTWE: http://slogdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/19-january-2010-620am.html
Where o where do you think you’re going tantamount tatterdemalion? Who exactly can you leach off of 145 blocks out of the downtown area?
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is up with the public transit clientele today? now more than ever guttersnipes infest the eyes, nose and ears #rancid
…on the bus that is
just me and three “anticommuters” that carry a stench from the 9th level of hell
all is silent under the clamorous bus ventilation fan
dear Hollywood, when purporting that something occurs in Seattle, at least get the police cars right
dammit! buzzkill…
zzzzzTTTTT!
buzz
is on top of his abode fixing a leak through the roof #benefitsofalandowner
as if your rants make a difference…well perhaps to inflate your ego #Istandcorrected
“FOSSILS! DA DAM DUHM!”
It’s funny how some politicized people I know don’t talk about how much of a douchebag Pat Robertson is…
I see a “mile high flame emanating from Florida”
I am more machine than man…
now she’s wearing chocolate…does this bourbon have an offnote?