For every cigarette that's trying to crawl out of my ashtray and other atmosphere metaphores, like, "You better find a way, you'd better do it soon, it's like the middle of may and you only got till june, if I'm forced to watch you touch that torch to that spoon even one more time, I swear to God I'm gonna implode"

yeah, like that y'all - dig it! So, I've delved deep into the depths of atmosphere's lucy ford too far again. Having a good week, hope y'all's do too.

A shout out to 'rah who's b-day was yesterday - happy 30th 'rah! (like the sign says)

over,
Chromeeyes

Is new post

is recent obscession with garden state
is listening at soundtrack
is invested in watching said film soon
is impressed upon being spoken to as such by media, both aural and visual
is


lates,
Chromeeyes

The Last Dance Party?

yeah, so musebomb changed himself around, I think he had an online poker website spamming his comment section. Let'r rip.

Check it out.

-Chromeeyes

Tech notes,

Anybody out there know if there's a instant messenger program out there that'll let you know when you've got new gmail, like yahoo im does with yahoo mail?

Yeah, so I just pulled this off google, I thought I'd be able to censor myself, but apparently not...........

Reconstitution
Reconstitution. Sunday, February 06, 2005. yeah, so fuck the beatles too,
fucking bullshit. Hey Jude, finger fuck yourself. ¶ 5:31 ...
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Tombstone Bleus

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a theif
Looks up at his hero the commander and chief
Saying, "tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?

The commander and cheif answers him while chasing a fly
Saying death to all those who would whimper and cry
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
saying the sun's not yellow it's chicken

-bob dylan

Seriously folk, take it all in.

Over and out,
Erasmus

How I long for the days of the automat.




I plan to resurrect this institution. The time has again come for good, fast hot....

Today

Yo, so I threw up some ribaldry pic from the other weekend; enjoy.

Additionally this week's started out quite right. I kinda felt like garbage all last week, but didn't know it until I woke up monday morning feeling great. Colds have a way with that with me - I can't really tell that I'm sick until I'm well.

It's tuesday and I've foregone the whole hump day thing and am looking toward the weekend; I think I've got to get myself out and see some live music this weekend because I've had a bit of a drought of seeing anything of note lately. Hopefully they're'll be something worth-while.

Speaking of worth-while, yesterday I realized that somehow I've gone this long without reading or listening to the state of the union address, guess it's probably the usual drivel and cliche, but it seems like the kind of thing an informed citizen would do - I usually make a point of it.

Late,
Chromeeyes

Yeah, and here's chromeeyes, let the foreground take you where you need to go with this. 

Happy not your birthday yet rah! (also from the aformentioned trip - somewhere between 2 and 5 am sunday morn) 

Way back, chicago, a_ron & rah setting up the balls in the "blair witch" confuguration. Note: pink hat girl not willing to hit the blair witch ball config in the balls.
 

Ardvark Proud!

That - a classic.


Right on, so my weekend consisted of cooking for a bunch of pomps, dinner with friends (I finally got to use my le crusset cookware and it was a joy) and suffering through a football game in which my favorite team (since #7 was running crazy - and by seven I mean the annointed one r.cunningham)got runned over by my new favorite team to root against. All in all, pretty routine.

Anyway, the week is new and I've decided after a week of furlough to blog again.

Thanks go out to the crew that showed me the best of Chicago - that's you k-rel, rah, aa_ron,b_n and also the self proclaimed "queen of the internets" who since I've now met for the first and likely last time.

Yeah,

So, sorry about the previous three posts, out of character by way of the discolor that is so vividly strewn about the text, but that superbowl show may have ruined football for me forever - paul's gastly sillouette is still burned into the back of my retinas - yick.

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yeah, so fuck the beatles too, fucking bullshit. Hey Jude, &*()&*()&* &*()&*()yourself.

Live and let die.....featuring the wild, fucking wild PIANO solo - whoo!, let me catch my breath motherfuckers!

beep beep,

yeah, fuck paul mc, seriously folks that shit's sour.

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