Thursday, July 29, 2010

Oh God, please help me. Fiction-orientated parts of brain overheating.

*adopts gruff Beefheart-like voice* "Smoke-stack / poop-deck / poop-hatch":

ssssssssssshhhtsst neurones crackling, skull-case smouldering, etc.

Off to see Pop Parker.

Need gin.

Yes, gin.


At 4:15 am, Blogger Fritz Bogott said...

Need help getting unstuck?

At 2:42 pm, Blogger I am not Kek-w said...

Oh, no problems with stucked-ness; just needed an evening down-time.

At 8:53 pm, Blogger Fritz Bogott said...

That makes complete sense. Glad your synapses didn't fuse.


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