Many times there comes a time,when you heed a certain call,when your friends come together as one...agh...(los Tweets estan trabajando) Last entry from the Car Wash files.(no, not Rolls Royce)Make less talk about detergents and make more time to understand why people want to run over you when there are 5 signs saying please wait for attendant and then why when they pull in do they head immediately for the cell phone. Is there anything THAT important that happened in the last 12 seconds since you pulled into the tunnel of washing cars? I have come to realize that the old ways have completely been eradicated by texting. Gone forever is the belief that you would have to move to a desolate place to distance yourself from people or even that old woodcutting of Heidi's grandfather whittling a chair in the Swiss Alps is lost to the ages.(By the way we own a copy which is in Hello Kitty format) You can literally disappear easily in this electronic age of wonderment by simply typing in a couple of different numbers. This form of life roulette is present on a daily basis at work and cannot be fathomed by anyone except the son of immigrants. Enough of that. I hate where I live. 10 years is a good run I suppose..Music is the ultimate aural erection.
and without further ado.... "OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
Rainy day,crappy job,best "happy face"
Yes,yes,yes the late,great Ian Curtis...Great music to listen to whilst you write a drama or paint a photorealistic picture of moldy cheese or photographing a crime scene. Good to get you through a rough patch on your life mainly your thirties...now fuck off..
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