Friday, July 11, 2008

The Peace Which Passeth Understanding

Fuck it. It's Friday. See yinz later.

4 comments:

Ashley said...

There ain’t enough booze in the house to make that right.

Phillip Allen said...

Thank you, Maitre IOZ, for reaffirming the transcendent qualities inherent in animatronic puppets getting rhapsodic about all-night public fucking. Takes me back to another time, for sure.

For further proof that I have become my own anachronism, there is a passage in the lyrics when the narrator says something to the effect that he is medicine, and his object will "take every dose" of him. My first response was to recall that in my era of libertinage, even one dose from someone meant a trip to the clinic and a few weeks of medically-necessary celibacy.

My favorite is the gorilla keyboardist. The cheerleader would have worked as a cross-cultural figure if only she could have looked more like one of those ubiquitous anime school girls. Ashley's right that they ain't enough booze in the house, but with a little acid and/or a big-enough dose of MDA, it go down jus' fine, honey.

Anonymous said...

anarchy, drugs, and animatronic usher songs. ioz, you are truly a god among ants.

incgnfcnt said...

ioz you are truly some titan