Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité...et Balonié
Bonjour, mes amis.
Aujourd'hui c'est la jour qui est arriveé
Et cette jour c'est le Quatorze Juillet.
Le jour "Bastille"
Réjouissez-vous, mes amis, Joyeux
Et maintenent, quelque chose avec le difference completement.
Thank you Gabriel Foureff for that notice, we haven't heard from you in a while.
Hope you're well and still composing your ..ummm...interesting music.
Today by the shores of Lake Woebehere, the kitchen nears completion the ceiling is being stripped of it's layers of greasy buildup as we speak.
Later in the day, we will buy the paint and before we know it we'll all be dead....oops, I meant we'll have this project completed.
It's a warm day.
A day for us lotus-eater types do do nothing but lounge.
I've drunk so many liquids over the past few days that I think I've actually washed out any impetus for dissing SSO, making absurd comments,... or even finishing this sentence.
My anxiety about not having the talent, training, or education to be able to writr a decent review of the marvelous music I am lucky enough to be able to hear live, is at a low ebb.
Others do that so well that I feel guilty at even pretending to any kind of artistic sophistication.
I'm not even worried that I may not be able to come up with a punch line for this post.
In fac, I'm losing interest in anything right at the moment for anything but slumber and cold drink.
Summer time and the lying is easy.
Was that a punch line?
I think that, under this torporulent facade, the roiling, smoldering, tropical storm that is my deepest, most profound, inner self still...roils and...smolders...
Eh!
Anyway, my love to you all.
Even those who would run me over with their cars.
You are forgiven.
This is pretty lame, I'll find a picture.

This is not a beautiful scenic view from our trip.
This is not my beautiful wife.
This is not my beautiful house.
This is not a pipe!
No, my friends and my foes alike,
This is a map of the Seattle to Portland bicycle run.
Is it a punch line yet?
Aujourd'hui c'est la jour qui est arriveé
Et cette jour c'est le Quatorze Juillet.
Le jour "Bastille"
Réjouissez-vous, mes amis, Joyeux
Et maintenent, quelque chose avec le difference completement.
Thank you Gabriel Foureff for that notice, we haven't heard from you in a while.
Hope you're well and still composing your ..ummm...interesting music.
Today by the shores of Lake Woebehere, the kitchen nears completion the ceiling is being stripped of it's layers of greasy buildup as we speak.
Later in the day, we will buy the paint and before we know it we'll all be dead....oops, I meant we'll have this project completed.
It's a warm day.
A day for us lotus-eater types do do nothing but lounge.
I've drunk so many liquids over the past few days that I think I've actually washed out any impetus for dissing SSO, making absurd comments,... or even finishing this sentence.
My anxiety about not having the talent, training, or education to be able to writr a decent review of the marvelous music I am lucky enough to be able to hear live, is at a low ebb.
Others do that so well that I feel guilty at even pretending to any kind of artistic sophistication.
I'm not even worried that I may not be able to come up with a punch line for this post.
In fac, I'm losing interest in anything right at the moment for anything but slumber and cold drink.
Summer time and the lying is easy.
Was that a punch line?
I think that, under this torporulent facade, the roiling, smoldering, tropical storm that is my deepest, most profound, inner self still...roils and...smolders...
Eh!
Anyway, my love to you all.
Even those who would run me over with their cars.
You are forgiven.
This is pretty lame, I'll find a picture.

This is not a beautiful scenic view from our trip.
This is not my beautiful wife.
This is not my beautiful house.
This is not a pipe!
No, my friends and my foes alike,
This is a map of the Seattle to Portland bicycle run.
Is it a punch line yet?
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