The Obscure

Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of an inferior mind!

Saturday, March 19, 2005

 
By the time we came to Woodstock, we were half a million strong.

Three hours and an unnecessary dip into the Bostonian underworld later, and I am back where I started, sitting at my computer desk, wondering where all the time went. Wasn't it just five minutes ago, when I complained about how tired I was? "Dude, I'll probably just conk out when I get to your house." I believe was what I said to Taylor.
I felt like a lonely pirate, driving into a hole in the frozen construction paper sky. Can you see that? I doubt it, you would have to be me, at the time. All the jazz noise addles your brains, and you have to wonder what you are doing in a place like this, at a time like this, feeling this way at such a crucial turning point in your evening.
Then you remember: You are lost, literally and metaphorically. You found your way home.
Or, to be precise, you found your way back.
But you still do not know where you are.

My matches and my pipe have disappeared, and I know not where I have mislaid them. I have some scents that I would like to waft at this current time, but I seem to be nasally crippled, and as I am sure you can all infer, my situation is dire.
I am ever-thankful to ever-loving God for everything drawers; I am ever scornful of the vile Mephistopheles for cursing my matches with his wretched sin.
Credit cards are the sign of the Beast, or so I am told. One of the many inevitable conclusions that must be drawn from this little tidbit of religious humzummery is that there must, inarguably and without a doubt, be a special island in the lake of fire for those most evil of persons who dare to max them out.
But, who am I kidding? Eternal damnation is a small price to pay for immediate satisfaction. Heed my words, love, for I am the poster-child for the irresponsible American public.

One sharp rap on the head with a stick and you lose your thoughts; and you call yourself a Man?
Actually, Sir, I do not call myself a Man.
Then what DO you call yourself, dare I ask?
The answer is obvious, good Sir! I am a capitalist!

To those of you who endeavor to interpret this most DECIDUOUS data, I tip my hat.
Luckily, we live in a temperate climate. If you get my meaning, and I do hope you don't.

Tonight I discovered cruise control.
Well, that isn't telling the whole truth. Tonight I figured out how to make my cruise control WORK. Let me tell you, man, I don't know how I lived without it. Oh wait, now I remember how: Very Difficultly.

My brain does not feel tired, but my body has begun to ache with fatigue, so I am afraid I must leave you all. Apologies and condolences, my many mirthful marsupials. Now, leave us make haste! Post-haste, not waste.
....taste.

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