Sorry Mizzou, you gotta show up all four quarters.
Looks like the #Dawgs I expected to see this year have finally shown up.
I wish my internal dialogue produced transcripts.
Wait. Hold on. So, you're telling me the stars are not gonna align. Like … ever? Then, what the ever-loving fuck have I been waiting for all this time?
The text I received along with my reply:
"Chillax."
When she's seeing red, and you simply must sate your curiosity as to whether the visible spectrum captured by her eyes extends all the way into the infrared, try saying, with an overly exaggerated sense of serenity, "Chillax."
Wait … how many songs about the desensitization of the American psyche, via the injection of sexual violence into mainstream entertainment media, to the brutalization of women were your rock stars writing when you were coming up?
Y'all, if it takes much longer for my philosociopolitical illustrated essays to be discovered by the audience they deserve (read them, then #HumbleMe), Imma be back onto music by then and it'll morph into a philosociopolitical animated essay recitation rock opera.
To be fair, even the bands that were making the songs stopped making them like that save for the one, impeccable model of true growth in musical artistry: @radiohead
If you're following along, and younger than Gen X, then … no … they do/did not write songs like that anymore. I am sorry that part of your youth was stripped for parts, reduced down to the fewest workable components, and then produced en masse to grab your 10 sec attention span.
Y'all, we used 2 have 2 stop at the record shop while at the mall, purchase the cassette (rectangular thing w/ the album's songs etched into the spooled tape), pop it into the car stereo deck on the way home, & then find out there was only the 1 fucking song worth hearing.
You're wrong, Eugene. As I said over a year ago, what unites today's @GOP is the desire to control a populace that no longer reflects their tribal, racial caste system ideology.
https://twitter.com/eugene_robinson/status/1574710157728169985They given an award yet to whoever did the opening music for #RaisedByWolves? If not, get on it f$&kers.
Hey, @DNC, I've tried telling you why I am not giving you any f$&king money. For years now, you've been unwilling to bother reading what it is I have to say. You've probably got a month or two left to rectify this sitch before I finally decide to track down that unsubscribe.
Totally different tone creeped in as I caught sight of that coat hanger during my first glossy-eyed, mind-numbing scroll to and fro across the illogically limited selection of glyphs made available by @Apple for shortcut icon use for the first time since the fall of Roe v. Wade.
Bee tee dubs, all other streaming platforms are numb skulls, at this point, for not adopting Prime Video's X-ray feature.
This evening's poetic flatulence all in one place: moondeer.blog/2022/09/2...
Reason number 99 the grunge age was the bees' f$&kin' knees: acoustic sets (complete with rocking chairs) courtesy MTV's Unplugged.
The copy and pastes went to the test server as well. Fuck it. May or may not try again later. I had some interesting grunge history
☆ｏ(＞＜；)○ GDammit, they're going to the test server again, WTF?
None of my songs made it through Shortcuts to post this morning, that's some bullsheeit.
Y'all, don't think I won't find myself bored enough some day to put together that early Elementary school playlist full of folks like Tone Lōc, Young MC, LL Cool J, Kool Mo Dee, DJ Jazzy Jeff, The Fresh Prince, Biz Markie, Sir Mix-a-lot, Kid, Play, perhaps even MC Skat Kat.
Side note: even those familiar with Boolean algebra may have missed what I did in that previous post: replacing "and/or" with set notation for the set consisting of the "and" and "or" operators, "{∧,∨}" (I've said it before, I write this sh$te pour moi).
Bee tee dubs, you can blame @Apple's piss poor shuffle (and inability to save playlist permutations {∧,∨} pick up where you left off) for any repeat song postings. 1,163 songs (1,136 shareable), FFS
Wanna f$&k up the margins on the constituents you've scraped together via ritual reality fabrication? Have you tried forced birth pregnancies? How about restocking your military fodder by conscription?
