The Räty - Rome 1987
Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2023 10:29 am
Fat flatulent blurrrrt. To a fair extent more fat flatulent blurrrted than initially or even tertially found to have blurrrted. And the weird (not really) thing about it being that the blurrrt (flatulent, in case you were wondering) blurrrts that much blurrrtier, or at least did blurrrt that much blurrrtier, past tense, because lord knows, tenses may very well change the past present and future or dinchyerknow, moreso at the proverbial conservative amplitudes, perhaps in keeping with the mofo on the cover, not that I'm one to judge mofos on covers (I mean of course I am, all the time, to be judgemental as almighty flurrrg, but bear with me or don't see if I care, blurrrt, scuse me, didn't see that comin). A fairly conservative mofo ish presentation right, by this I mean the visual not- necessarily- the sonicsensual but what's in a visual (answer, full disclosure: plenty). Still a funny thing when the sheer blurrrted texture, and there it is, that fucking word, covering the eyes, noooo...
TEXTURE
(ma! ma! there he goes again, told ya, ma, told ya!)
Because it is a word, a word as good as any other, including the word word (word!), a word with a tendency to fornicate whether advisable or not quite, blurrrt, er, right because. Uh. Seem, again, to have lost my train of thought. Twixt all them blurrrt(s). Suffice it to say, I was, like, at a or very proximate to the briefest interval, right, when, like, thinking right, like, did not a chap or project by the name of Hum Of The Druid duly if briefly blurrrt in these parts, or in parts of some non-far-removed persuasion. He she they did, I'd say, or I would were I capable of typing an un-hedged word (am not (no reference) nor ever will be). But like, it's good, i'ni't, these moments. When things appear to cohere, or at least to blurrrt with the correct chunkily blurrrted blurrrts of blurrrt. How about cheddar, the correct allotment of paddywhacks notwithstanding. Not that I'd know a blurrrt if it blurrrted me in the ass, but
TEXTURE
(ma! ma! there he goes again, told ya, ma, told ya!)
Because it is a word, a word as good as any other, including the word word (word!), a word with a tendency to fornicate whether advisable or not quite, blurrrt, er, right because. Uh. Seem, again, to have lost my train of thought. Twixt all them blurrrt(s). Suffice it to say, I was, like, at a or very proximate to the briefest interval, right, when, like, thinking right, like, did not a chap or project by the name of Hum Of The Druid duly if briefly blurrrt in these parts, or in parts of some non-far-removed persuasion. He she they did, I'd say, or I would were I capable of typing an un-hedged word (am not (no reference) nor ever will be). But like, it's good, i'ni't, these moments. When things appear to cohere, or at least to blurrrt with the correct chunkily blurrrted blurrrts of blurrrt. How about cheddar, the correct allotment of paddywhacks notwithstanding. Not that I'd know a blurrrt if it blurrrted me in the ass, but