get your gunn
When selecting a steed, one considers the qualities of different beasts and compares them. This one fast, this one abe to bare great burdens, this one handsome, this one of mild temperment, this one fierce. Having weighed the tasks likely to be met and found the breed best suited, there is still the matter of matching man to animal. As this is potentially to be a relationship of considerable length and depth, it is important that the two be compatible in spirit.
Current trends in breeding techniques have given rise to a particularly troublesome animal in this regard. These "hybrids" are of apparently high value after analytical inspection but are completely lacking in the more subtle qualities of the heart. When days wear on and roads grow long the rider inevitably turns to his ever present companion. It is there the husk of a personality which was praised as a "jack of all trades" in fairer times is revealed to be the soul-less creature it is.
Current trends in breeding techniques have given rise to a particularly troublesome animal in this regard. These "hybrids" are of apparently high value after analytical inspection but are completely lacking in the more subtle qualities of the heart. When days wear on and roads grow long the rider inevitably turns to his ever present companion. It is there the husk of a personality which was praised as a "jack of all trades" in fairer times is revealed to be the soul-less creature it is.
posted by Jonny at 11:41 AM
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also the title is cuz that song came on as i passed people with "stop abortion now" signs
Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn, goddamn (oh, lord)
Goddamn, goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I am the vhs
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn...get
this post rocks. you should submit it to the nobel prize committee, or the coalition of the willing or whatever. (or the Coalition for the Liberation of Itinerant Tree-dwellers.)
in my head, i read it in the voice of the big lebowski narrator.
(actually, i didn't mean the big lebowski narrator. i meant the guy on the intro track of offspring's "smash.")
(ahh, it's time to relax...)
thanks, i think i was inspired by liz's previous post to try and be more bloggy or whatever, do it for real or something i dunno
also the bike shop guy almost convinced me to buy his hybrid thingy, so convincing myself back to being hip or something.
i've decided that bikes are too cool for me.
patrick and i were walking around our neighborhood, which is clownshoe central for berlin, talking about what kind of car we should buy. all of the other profs at partick's institute have crazy porsche and audi suv's and shit. just then, we saw some huge ford from the 70s. i think it was a model that was only sold in europe (a torino would be a good picture to have in mind). patrick decided that was the car he wanted. fuck the fancy new german suv's.
i was hoping for a 1980's mercedes.
i lie.
i was actually really hoping for a new bmw z4. but a 1980s mercedes is my 2nd choice.
A few years ago my dad sold both his and my stepmothers honda or whatever sedan things and got himself a bmw sedan and stepmother a z4 or z3 or i dunno. a month ago he traded his (bmw 3? i dunno) in for a newer one. I forget where i was going with this, i guess that my stepmom has your car and my dad is midage crising?
value village now has all their halloween crap, and they have these packages that say "CLOWNSHOES" that made my heart skip a beat. thought about buying a pair for each of y'all.
i've been toying with the idea of getting my license again and maybe buying an old volkswagen beetle...but then i remember that i severely dislike the idea of dealing with a car in really any sense, and i go back to loving my bikes.
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