of cesspools: an ode to willy loman
an intriguing part of life in Capult is the urban walk. the sidewalks, where existent, are covered in trash, mud or dust (depending on the weather), shit, generators (the electricity crimister, Ishmael Khan,a former warlord/governor reeled in from Herat, hasn't quite figured out what price Capult must pay into his coffers. thus the city is run on lawnmower engines), exhaust, kebab-stands, tea-stands, dvd kiosks, beggars,kalashnikov-bearing policemen, phone card-peddling boys, blue-burqa-ed hamburgerlers, brown snow, did i mention shit?, everything but westbeefs (who are nervously peering out of their environmentally friendly suvz stuck in traffic). needless to say, one is constantly weaving through crowds and hopping over deep abyssmal holes. the streets themsleves are lined like bowling alleys with two-foot wide moats, filled with all of the above plus the most mythical creatures. it is my greatest fear that i will descend into one of these cesspools and risk the devastating embarassment of having to remove infected pieces of my body on the spot, before commando crawling on my remaining stumps back to my house. thus far, i remain intact.
willy loman will have to wait. i have to make myself scarce
posted by Drake Studebake @ 12:17 AM
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dripping gravy: an ode to all of moms food dereks not eating
ill keep you updated my friends, do not worry... wow, isnt it simply wonderful when all the siblings have left for far off countries where we dont have to hear from them more than once a week? yes, of course it is, but besides the grotesque idea of having to share a bathroom with a hairy ogre and having the best chips in the house hidden, one glorious satisfactory point stands far above the rest: knowing that you get mom's dinner all to yourself while your brother's ill stomach is dealing with a new diet. With this scrumptious little fact in mind i think as loyal brother and absolute favorite son (the one with all the looks, brains, and wittiest wits) i should announce the best dinners of each week!
Ill give the pleasant viewers just a taste of what they may experience in the future with this weeks sunday night dinner: a huge golden roasted chicken smothered in onions and gravy and fat(resembles most of Asterix and Obelix's wild boars), a hefty dose of roast potatoes, a few green beans, lots and lots of stuffing, and without a doubt.. cranberry sauce on top. Dont worry, i wouldn't want to go into to much detail, so ill stop there.
o yea.. those girl scout cookies jus rolled in. happen to be eating a box of thin mints as we speak. well, i'd love to share all of this with ya but you chose the bowling alleys over the roast beef n chicken galleys. suckaaaa
holla back
who is this brilliant kid?
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