Quote of the Day

From Carl Gordon.

Never one with that rare ability to gamble the rest of my life on one step or anything spewing from a conservatives maw, I must say that every time McCain opens his mouth admiration walks out the door, held open by vain stupidity.

I would sincerely like him to embrace notions of Deep Play, leavened with the instant rice of social convention, yet find my self stranded, gape-mouthed, eyes akimbo, staring goose-like at that big rock candy mountain vanilla dollop of existential grab-assing he engages in with business partners/nankers cut from a cloth both tattered and mollusk scented.

Some where out there run the gazelles of his idealistic youth, stomachs swollen as they are with the earnest anticipation of even fouler digestive volition, as he admits to himself, as if anybody ever cared, of his complicity, yeah, his cowardice in the face of candy-assed home field GOP advantage.

All this because he dreams of eating sandwiches on the train, sax bellowing in intense, ad-hoc, race horse piss-off meanderings, intergalactic sausages wrapped around the vertical column of the same, as he defies the extra gravity of the situation, desperate to recycle, along with the fish, chickens, and vegetables he grew up with, admixtures and there waste products.

Eyes akimbo, huh?

First I thought Carl was merely stupid, a low-functioning retard whose days in the group home are filled with nothing but tapioca and hatred.

But now, re-reading that... Um, he's fucking insane. Insane and retarded, mind you, not "cool insane" like the Joker.

Either that, or this is a really good joke, a punking, by Spurwing Plover, perhaps.

posted by Ace at 02:37 PM

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