SIMON, I HAVE SOMEWHAT TO SAY UNTO THEE
dear sarrs and ladworths, indaaeede once i probed the unilluminated depths of the Sorgenklause, sleepless and pained in a smog of sickness and of sadness, my lower lip bleeding unabated from the dormant bite of the misaligned spikes in my mouth - unable to eat - unable to drink that which is sweet, the nectars of shared life experience - a soul uninsured against the perjuries of the world and his fellows - finally a very many peoples were nice enough to offer me financial assistance if it came down to it, clear as the rarefied power crystals of southern california that if i should be unable to afford corrective measures contemporaneously to the scene of the accident, woe to me on that day when my jaw demands rebankruptcy expedient to a surgery. SO I HAD X-RAYZ TAKEN and these are the results:
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AS IS EVIDENT FROM A CURSORY GLANCE AT THE PHOTOS ABOVE, i retain no broken bones in my face or in my head. it is somewhat disconcerting that the doctor x-rayd the side of my head opposite to that which pained me....that is what you get for the surprisingly meager sum of 60 euros (2 x-rays! and a visit!)! IN THE ANY CASE i am feeling a very much better, thank you very much, and feel blessed by the tongue of the unknowable void that i may once again enjoy burritos and pizza for every meal of the day.
IN OTHER NEWS there are lovely visitors in town, and we have big plans numbering among them:
HYPE jackets promoting our new urban lifestyle society, the PHLY BOYZ
(design 1 of 3)
they will be designated with a fluorish of vocabularies in dancing typesets.
words like
HYPE FRESH DOPE FLY WHAT? RAP YEP DUTY
i continue in my pursuit of a flaxen happiness.. chocolates and sweet nosegays, puzzlers and rhymed riddles, curries and velocipedes, most lastly i adventured a cinematic solution - - - the aptly named "cool as ice" (for the attitude it stimulates) - and her thorns were my only delight - - - -
SO!
SO!
SO!
and more on the morrow! for there will be a parade!
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AS IS EVIDENT FROM A CURSORY GLANCE AT THE PHOTOS ABOVE, i retain no broken bones in my face or in my head. it is somewhat disconcerting that the doctor x-rayd the side of my head opposite to that which pained me....that is what you get for the surprisingly meager sum of 60 euros (2 x-rays! and a visit!)! IN THE ANY CASE i am feeling a very much better, thank you very much, and feel blessed by the tongue of the unknowable void that i may once again enjoy burritos and pizza for every meal of the day.
IN OTHER NEWS there are lovely visitors in town, and we have big plans numbering among them:
HYPE jackets promoting our new urban lifestyle society, the PHLY BOYZ
(design 1 of 3)
they will be designated with a fluorish of vocabularies in dancing typesets.
words like
HYPE FRESH DOPE FLY WHAT? RAP YEP DUTY
i continue in my pursuit of a flaxen happiness.. chocolates and sweet nosegays, puzzlers and rhymed riddles, curries and velocipedes, most lastly i adventured a cinematic solution - - - the aptly named "cool as ice" (for the attitude it stimulates) - and her thorns were my only delight - - - -
SO!
SO!
SO!
and more on the morrow! for there will be a parade!