To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
—Except when the “purpose” convinces you that stuffing a pound of diced uncooked shrimp, two tablespoons wasabe, 1/4 ml purified blowfish extract, and a half dozen 40 oz Kirins into a beer bong and mainlining the whole thing during a blackmarket Samurai Champloo marathon you’ve had specially intercut with adult DÃ…Âjinshi and bishoujo games, is the way real Tokyo chic badasses roll.
Because trust me. When that happens, it ain’t the Ecclesiastes talkin’.
….In other news, local police officials and animal protective agents are still trying to figure out just how a Boulder residents pet armadillo was able to man-handle a Jeep sporster to the top of a Bridgestone water tower outside of Golden. Observers on the scene say the frightened marsupial surrendered without resistance, wearing only a LandsEnd parka and acrylic platforms. Attempts to reach the armadillo’s owner were not succesfull, although one witness on the scene, claiming to be a personal friend of one Mr. Jeffery Goldstein, said it was not surprising he was “not at home”. Captain Mac Holister of the Golden County sheriffs department said that the armored little fellow was content to eat hand fed french fries, and tap dance for the precinct officers while awaiting for his owner to arrive and pay his bailbond…. In sports…..
Jeff,
I promise this is not the booze talking, but for one day–JUST ONE DAY–I would like to be inside your head. It must be…amazing.
Don’t you mean Bob Dylan?
I’d love it for somebody else to be inside my chest for a bit.
Shinichiro Watanabe! Kauboi Bibappu or Tengoku no Tobira can act as a restorative.
Glad to know you miss me, regardless.
I only miss friends with whom I lose contact. If it’s just the same to you, I’d rather that not happen.
You have fiction to send me. Plus, you owe me money
You know what? Fuck it. Why be glib? You are one of the better people I’ve “met” in quite a while, Lauren. And the entire online community will be worse off for your absense.
There. I said it.
New meaning to the phrase, “talking out of one’s ass”.
tw: Death. Yeah, pretty much.
As long as you’re not eatin the raw fish. Raw fish can pick up some pretty unpleasent hangers on….
red fox  and spacious…
Were all of those real words? Or perhaps it was the benzodiazepine talking.
Samauri Champloo …
Good, Goldstein still has taste even on a bender.
You had me until the Fugu. Until now, I’d been thinking of inviting you & yours to lunch . . .
He went into a fugue.
Sweet.
Samurai Champloo would be better with less ukiyoe and more shunga.
Aren’t you supposed to follow Samurai Champloo with some sort of conditioner?