Oh shit!
A hiatus I have taken, a sabbatical. An unclipping of the leash, a running free with much smiling and understanding nods. Or a rampage, tolerated only because it was written, accompanied only by exquisite frustration and bottomless "twat!", screamed full-volume and without restraint.
When I finish here I will be checking on those friends of mine that used to make me laugh so in the last incarnation of this execrance, and hope they join me again in this futile juice-squeezing fuck-up. Is execrance even a word? It is now you cunts!
Welcome to More Hotrocks, where those who know me will be astounded to learn I'm still alive, and those who read the original will wish I had actually perished at the hands of my own stupidity, culpability and irascability.
The word 'futile', by the way, along with 'normal', is a fucking scam. They limn precisely nothing. A knowing nod at this point to veterans of Hotrocks.
"I love you in this time that remains" however is so beautiful and so loaded with import I can scarcely breathe when I read it.
Back to the matter in hand though, as the wanker muttered to himself.
Yes! I'm still here you cocksuckers. And giving a quick scan over the original while disregarding the fucking profanities, I think you'll find what I said concerning this little pendant globe has been entirely correct. Suck on that. Pointy women's shoes for a start. Eh? Eh? Told you.
Sirrah!
"No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves." Rachel Carson.
May I be the first to welcome you back to the blogosphere. Try and stay with it this time, you flighty fucker.
ReplyDeleteWord Verification: maziess, the sort of woman you can never find your way out of.