Hopped up onto the chair and surveyed the crowd. Fell down out of the opera box, more embarrassed than hurt. Lay sideways in the backseat, trying to escape into sleep. Crouched inside the dumbwaiter, awaiting his opportunity.Lurking outside the playground, full of unpleasant hopes. Pacing under the bridge, nervously waiting for trolls. Dancing over her grave, again and again and again. Firing through the door, hitting the sofa inside.Swiming around the monument, looking for a secret passage. Leaning against the window, trying to keep his guts in. Standing on the piano, stomping to get the notes out. Talking down the crawlspace, trying to keep their spirits up. Running up the mountain, breathing like a monk. Jumping over the cones, hoping to pass his walker's test. Looking through the knothole, finding the demolition tiresome. Sweeping under the mammoth, wondering where the dust comes from. Flying into the secret base, setting the bomb to go off. Going down to the store, counting the change to buy milk with. Moving without stopping, hoping to find infinity. Sneaking out of the church, trying to keep the smell in. Kissing through the keyhole, tongueing the tumblers maniacally. Hopping onto the chair, surveying the crowd dully.
Oh yes, the name of this blog was ripped off from a song by The Billy Nayer Show. Here 'tis:
The Girl With The Vagina Made of Glass
Is this too blue for Vox? Am I a hardcore?
Here's one:
Let's all go to the MOTHER FUCKING AIR SHOW! I hear they've got the biggest damn helicopters you ever seen, and they're made out of solid gold! I'm serious: they even run on liquid gold. Can you believe it? I do. They've also got a zeppelin, filled with a mix of hydrogen and nitrous oxide! They're having to fight off the huffers with sticks and fire hoses!The security guys are all like “Get back! It'll explode! You'll explode!” and the huffers are all like “We doan' care, mang, we jus woan git hiiiiiiiiigh.” It's totally true!
They've got that plane JFK died in. For reals yo, it turns out the Dallas motorcade was actually, like airborne? So Jack and Jackie were in this open cockpit sopwith camel which Jack was, by the way and just for your information, piloting himself like the stud he was. And all the people watching them were on these bleachers held up by hot air balloons. Big mothers those balloons, and they had the flag on them, which means they still have them hovering over Dallas to this day, 'cause if the balloon touches the ground that counts as the flag touching the ground.
Anyway, JFK is doing a celebratory series of barrel rolls for the crowd when suddenly BLAM BLAM BLAM his head is gone! The plane's going out of control, Jackie's totally losing her shit, nobody knows what's going on. As a last act of reflexive heroism, the President's headless body hops up on the canvas of the plane, pulls Jackie out of her harness, straps a parachute on her, hurls her screaming over the side, and then collapses dead.
About ten minutes later they found Oswald, strapped into a personal auto-gyro, still clutching his rifle and just totally pondering the motherfucking magnitude of the shit he has just done.
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