September 19th, 2010

  • roybot

the mind of a commander

the unexpected unfolding oakland xenogear contingency required immediate bargaining with the hairpin constituancy. furthermore, my pants seemed to be invisible. it was clearly calling for a talling of the order: narky. leopold strativinsky would put hoagy carmichael into play, forcing me to deploy lsd. this would upchuck the boogie: captain bawitdabaw, overcome by emotions, would pilot his ship into an interstellar vat of pudding (but he would do it funky). these rippling chains of events had not yet happened, but they would. with every step forward in time, the possible outcomes expanded like a fuckin' nasal factorial. this was particularly a bastard because time is continuous, and i don't think that'd make o(n(t!)) any more palatable. so i phoned switzerland and told them i wasn't coming (H. R. Geiger kind of creeps me out anyways), cleared my fishing weekend, cleared the fishing weekend within the fishing weekend, and resolved to once again put my dishes off until tomorrow. now, we are getting somewhere. i spent the day making preparations, with a brief tangent to mail a slice of american cheese to a strativarius manufactuary. they will pay for my snorkel. eem hop eem hop.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker