-Feanor.Net :: Deeper Magic from the Dawn of Time-

The range of semi-applicable to absolutely viable reasons for not dispatching anything here is, after a bit of quick math, between two dozen and forty-three thousand. There have been planes, yes trains, and my automobile has been critically(HARDLY) scarred throughout this gross-ass season, not that anyone gives a shnarj of course... and really, it's a blessing-under-stars as any Wicker Parker that might behold the owner of his or her favourite java clubhouse banging around in a near-polished bimmer would probably drop a pile of insta-boycott on my ass that very second.

LE THOROUGH UNREMARKABLES...

a) Rachel McAdams(CARTOON JAW) sat in Ruth's dinner seat. Twice, maybe. And, without permission.
b) Highest point on St. Lucia? Conquered, by way of human feets.
c) A volcano blew up and nearly doubled the air time from UVF > JFK. Awesj.
d) Glen Beck was delivered via satellite far too often. Not surprisingly, he's still obese, shameless.
e) The WORMJOB(tm) CAFE probability gauge currently rates around 119%... excited, nobody isn't.
f) Smartness(tm) poured a pound of white mocha into his MacBook ('Blackie'); status, relegated to MediaServ.
g) Per the variety of obvious, I've now been required to consume A FUCKLOAD OF COFFEE, comparatively.
h) Consequently, my teeth are near-dead, think Sleepy Hollow, Walken, Christopher.
i) There are endless chicken/egg/embryo/proto/shell/casing dilemmas interlaced within the elements required for a hatchling business here. City/state/mayoralty, will you please, kindly converge, and look upon me, favourably? Yes, let's...
j) Oh, and my specs were destroyed. Via asian sleepzone punch-assault maneuver delta phi. It's quite effective, don't you know, though you mightn't...
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Well, that's not likely anytime soon. It's cold, and we're waiting, waiting, waiting... it's not all that excruciating, except when it certainly is, as it is, today. It would be nice to concoct some serious, serious dough alongside the everyday churn of a souped-up java laden clubhouse. Powered by a capacitor, fluxing, evenstars, of, my, peoples. That doesn't sound right at all... but that's expected when scrambled cerebral wavelengths begin to divide and multiply... you've got High Elven, you've got Brown, Emmett... Brown, Scott, not so much. Or do I. According to The Face and its SKYNET-alpha-status targeted ads, I'm still a Republican, and as such, I'm inherently anxious to see the Bay State Triathlete-elect seated before the month is out. Would it, should it matter to the thrice-mutated health bill in the slightest? Nay. And they should put that down, while dissuading us from thinking on said donkey-fueled logjam for many, many months. Because before long a clear SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT of registered voters will agree that they don't want the system touched right now, when there are a few thousand(billion) mangled cogs in our economy that require replacing first.

Let's get the unemployment rate nearer to 7% than %12(or 20% if you count underemployed)... before we think about such overhauls again.

We do not need to reinvent the wheel.
What's worked before? Stop stepping on the throats of small to medium sized businesses. Oh, and the big ones. Yea. Don't forget the big ones.
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Are thoroughly enormous accounts, horrendously overdue, and nearly impossible to produce because life is being a big dick about everything. Which is to say, it's becoming quite complex, probably rewarding, and always, most definitely, intriguing to and beyond the margins. Or even the maximums. Should one write about everything when it may impact the prearranged flow of fate and the stream of spiritual expectations as governed by This Earth. I just can't know.

Many hilarious events have, without question, come to pass. My sister refused a joint shower session with me over the holidays specifically on the account that "Her Back Was Acting Up"... for instance... which isn't exactly the bridge to normaltowne, but neither is Mamabear(tm) spewing Tiger Woods (v) Santa jokes(jokes)((jokes))... of course I overrode her "He Only Had Three Hos" punchline with my own classy brainchild "Because Santa Only Comes Once A Year"... that's very, very nice. Nobody really understands me, aside from three to maybe eight people. And by eight I mean four.

As the panties of the afterlife would desire it, entire yards of snow destroyed some gaydar-infused Nassau infestation.. thingy. And then, a phantom storm of frozen rain shifted around travel plans for most of us agri-spawn. That's FARMERBABES to you. But, just like a boomerang trade-up in Zelda III, I've received some sort of a volcano jewel hunt in return. Romancing the Scone(FETA CHEESE PLS), you could say. Well, the little one is problematic and increasingly worthwhile. Wouldn't it behoove one to remind oneself what was happening at or around the Beginning Times. Probably; or just maybe, it could be a warrant for imminent chaos. When you know what you want, you know what you want, whether you're Isla Fisher, Christopher Walken, or even me. Humans are difficult, though. My baby-pup is easier to grasp, most days. Physically, I mean. Psychologically I don't have a damn clue what he's dealing with.

What I think I've just done is refused to discuss the issue. Well, it's in the basement, at least its things are. That's where they are kept(STREWN ABOUT IN A TORNADIC FASHION). I got a freaking Before the Before Time translucent boy-gaming device from it. And that's not even a billionth as worthwhile as this laminated slip of paper that allegedly transforms it into a Rikku-avatar at mine earliest convenience. Sadly, I intend on hanging onto that for many weeks, months, years, or lifetimes, whatever span is required so that I might proudly present said glorious fastpass to my replacement.

"...Hey Tommy, turns out I have this document here that summons up a Korean girl, apparently yours, and she has to look like this picture here... I'm flexible but... before the next Olympics, aight?.."

Is that coming up. Interesting.
Let us attempt to stay alive long enough.

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A burgeoning docket, this.

-> (L)ICESTORM
-> SHARKS AVOIDING DESTINY
-> SANTA JOKES JOKES JOKES
-> BACK PROBLEMS & SHOWERS
-> TOMMY AND THE EX
-> THE GUTS OF ELECTRONICA
-> THE NUTS OF MAURITANIA
-> PUP SNUGGIES WHY
-> RETROGRADE LOW ( ? )
-> BIRDBREAD(tm) ):
->Tyler, Is Fucking, Cooking(Dicing, Segmenting, Grounding, Simmering)...
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a) Obamistan, subsequent awards.
b) Superb livelihood arrangements.
c) A tree on a fricking table.
d) Uematsu-san, throwback-Disney.
e) I guess Tyler's here in ~10 days.
f) Sharks, lasers, killing me soon.
g) It's negative numbers outdoors, why.
h) The Erlking can be kind of a dick.
i) Major Boobage, the Breastiarium.
j) I could use an answer as well, Lion...

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