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jchrisobrien) wrote2002-10-17 02:06 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2002-10-17 02:06 am
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards... Chris O'B
Yeah, ManRay, a motherfucking blast this time!
While suffering from some fatigue, a quick round of mind erasers (or three) put me back in the dancing game. In the front room, in the back room, on the cage, and the side stage. Would you dance on a box? Would you dance with a fox. I really dig this synth pop jam, I really dig it Nate-I-Am!
Granted you played the wrong Velvet Acid Christ song, but hey I'll let that go.
Follow the Forest method of making introductions, introductions have been made. Which now gives me the liberty of approaching people in a more natural fashion.
What happens next, gentle readers, only the stars know. But this is what they have to say:
Years ago, my friend Eva went through hard times while living in the Sinai region of Egypt. Her Bedouin husband had turned violent. As an outsider, she got no help from the rest of the nomadic tribe. She fled into the wilderness, where she became almost feral as she struggled to survive. In desperation, she climbed Mt. Sinai, where Moses had brokered the Ten Commandments. Bramble-haired, starving, dancing without rest, she chanted the names of God for three days. At last a divine dispensation descended upon her: a vivid vision of a certain house on a certain street in Dhahab, a city on the Red Sea, where she could find sanctuary. She made her way to the place and was miraculously taken in there by an old couple that nursed her back to sanity. The turning point you're at, Scorpio, isn't as drastic as Eva's, but it's enough to warrant an act as dramatic as climbing Mt. Sinai and chanting the names of God for three days.
But I think I'm a a turning point. Which will make a lot of you happy. But none of you will be as happy as me.
While suffering from some fatigue, a quick round of mind erasers (or three) put me back in the dancing game. In the front room, in the back room, on the cage, and the side stage. Would you dance on a box? Would you dance with a fox. I really dig this synth pop jam, I really dig it Nate-I-Am!
Granted you played the wrong Velvet Acid Christ song, but hey I'll let that go.
Follow the Forest method of making introductions, introductions have been made. Which now gives me the liberty of approaching people in a more natural fashion.
What happens next, gentle readers, only the stars know. But this is what they have to say:
Years ago, my friend Eva went through hard times while living in the Sinai region of Egypt. Her Bedouin husband had turned violent. As an outsider, she got no help from the rest of the nomadic tribe. She fled into the wilderness, where she became almost feral as she struggled to survive. In desperation, she climbed Mt. Sinai, where Moses had brokered the Ten Commandments. Bramble-haired, starving, dancing without rest, she chanted the names of God for three days. At last a divine dispensation descended upon her: a vivid vision of a certain house on a certain street in Dhahab, a city on the Red Sea, where she could find sanctuary. She made her way to the place and was miraculously taken in there by an old couple that nursed her back to sanity. The turning point you're at, Scorpio, isn't as drastic as Eva's, but it's enough to warrant an act as dramatic as climbing Mt. Sinai and chanting the names of God for three days.
But I think I'm a a turning point. Which will make a lot of you happy. But none of you will be as happy as me.
ha!
Re: ha!
Then again I'm a little clueless sometimes.
Re: ha!
i said "sucks up."