tracer: cars, bars, and czars
eye's that have been crusted shut from years of trawling the bottom of the bar's sawdust floor, while the lips suck at the fine dust seeking just a taste of the intoxicating nectar, finally peel open a pinch to review what has happenned to the shinniness that was the blog in this bleary memory. Car seems to be something out of one of those fantasy mags that you can only find behind the curtains at the local comic shop. (still like my truck better - more character. Yeah, that's it, character.) As perusal of the blog take's place, begin to wonder in my beleageured brain whether I am back at the big grungy D of yesteryear or if more people would do better to suck the sawdust with me. Ah well, we seem to have found a little substitute for ourselves at least, and we shall all soon partake of the victor's spoils when we meet again in the hereafter. I fear I begin to ramble about like a little lost dog in a meat factory, or perhaps a teenage boy with his parent's credit card surfing the net for 'articles'. Trying on shoes can be wondiferous fun. (Don't try to make sense of something as esoteric as that - it doesn't have meaning anyway)(does it?)(nope). It is definately time for beer
eye's that have been crusted shut from years of trawling the bottom of the bar's sawdust floor, while the lips suck at the fine dust seeking just a taste of the intoxicating nectar, finally peel open a pinch to review what has happenned to the shinniness that was the blog in this bleary memory. Car seems to be something out of one of those fantasy mags that you can only find behind the curtains at the local comic shop. (still like my truck better - more character. Yeah, that's it, character.) As perusal of the blog take's place, begin to wonder in my beleageured brain whether I am back at the big grungy D of yesteryear or if more people would do better to suck the sawdust with me. Ah well, we seem to have found a little substitute for ourselves at least, and we shall all soon partake of the victor's spoils when we meet again in the hereafter. I fear I begin to ramble about like a little lost dog in a meat factory, or perhaps a teenage boy with his parent's credit card surfing the net for 'articles'. Trying on shoes can be wondiferous fun. (Don't try to make sense of something as esoteric as that - it doesn't have meaning anyway)(does it?)(nope). It is definately time for beer
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