Thursday, May 05, 2011
shit went down at 1:32 AM
...all the while neglecting the most basic necessities of any fresh water fly collection.
The bugger is a staple and most likely the first thing you shakily stumbled through on a borrowed vise, forgoing the whip-finish for just a big blob of superglue. Everything eats buggers. I am low on buggers.
Thing #1 - tying buggers.
I like the name. MOTHERSHIP. It has incalculably size and potential, pushing through the interstellar nothingness at two-third the speed of light.
At a predetermined date the flight computer will fire the auxiliary thrusters and rotate the craft one-hundred-and-eighty degrees to begin the deceleration burn. The main drives will fire for eight years, slowing the ship to running speed before the flight crew is woken to make preparations for entering your mouth.
It is tasty in my mouth. Especially with spring rolls.
Thing #2 - drinking beer.
He stands holding his little blind dog, slippers kicking around the dust telling you about residents in the neighborhood steeling money from the dresser draws of dead people, about his "nigger friends" because "that's how we used to say it down south", about how young folk can't name any of the supreme court justices and that people used to know things.
You nod and contribute the occasional "yeah" or "un huh" and think about the fact that the new issue of BloodKnot is out and you would like to check it out but you may never get the chance. You make your move and start slowly backing away towards the sanctity of your carport.
The Blue Collar Issue.
Thing #3 - reading BloodKnot.
Stick that in your schema and smoke it.
-Alex who needs to clean his bathroom but did all these things instead.