Lordy, I got multiple google hits on yard cow since posting Planet's cow two days ago. In the past two years we've had two freak snowstorms, an earthquake, a deracho, and we're about to absorb a hurricane. Weirder, United just finished with 58 points, an total I'd have bet my left nut against at season's start, they have the third highest point total in MLS heading into MLS' sillyass and rinkydink playoffs and - here's the thing - they suck! Then there's this whole motherfucking POTUS 12 wetfart that won't stop, I can't stop, so that new Matmos song above not only prompts a Matmos cascasde, that song is Theme Song of Our Constant and Forever Clusterfuck.
- Not lesser evil, more effective evil.
- Police state.
- Disposition matrix.
- My Life as a Subject.
- Police state.
- Canadian police state.
- Oh noes! Silver dips .8 Romney's way! Intensify the crackerification noise at wavering emoprogs!
- Is this true?
- Fuckers.
- The Meadow.
- Rewind Silber.
- Suffer the children.
- Stalinism insurance.
- Joe Biden scheduled to visit Bamgier on Tuesday. When we drove to Delaware last weekend we passed through southwest corner of Knox County which is growing exurbia, though the county went 57% McCain in 2008 I guess they think they might peel a percentage point or two off that number.
- When only $1B will do.
- Austerity, peasants.
- The rose is not a beauty.
- Interludinal interlude.
- Mr Alarum recommended I start here w/Robbie Basho:
AUBADE
Garrett Caples
the desire to show is destruction
in lessons forgot before learned
no shrunken heads hang by wires
no mourning songs of half-remembered
shutters open the width of an eyelash
it is enough for vision to run
its finger along, for access to steal
from forbidden shores the still-cold
beams of night and pack them in ice
but a child couldn’t live here nonetheless
in the morning is come a bell that summons
a fortune that reads she will soon
cross the water and the intended instructions
which may not florish after all
she leaves a painting outside her room
and in the morning it’s gone
and not one word is spoke between them
but her father carries it to his grave
the desire to show is destruction
and we are not hung with skins
we must follow internal echoes
commit ourselves to memory
