moving forward

news from the cheeze pudge fromage

last seen: string a strung across hung countless, poured out tumbled out, witnessed in wilts and slides, sweat-ballin' without moving, stomped knees, stacked bodies contemplating triangulation, and then the durms, turmpin, bendy, wham...impressive. or, tasteless, as in, without flavor, supping by foot.

who saw the silk?

how tall is tall?

how many amps, slack strings, fake-brit croon dudes does it take to make you flux out an indiscreet vertical?

and under what hazy sky?

in the end, we all went home, with how much, not much, leftovers, 88 maybes, shiny kicks, in several cars, sitting on a microwave in a messy yard.

the cdc took my baby from me

and said she was overweight

here's some pictures along with their bmi categories according to the center for disease control:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/77367764@N00/sets/72157602199008819/

the cdc just needs to stop, collaborate and listen, and wear some hypercolour thermochromatic t-shirts.

you're not my friend if you

don't like this song

(it will astound you)

ps: you should check where THIS BAND 'phoned-it-in' from and call me back in the mornin

an arbitrary grouping of unconnected products for purposes of instructive comparison

1) a philanthropist's work is never done, 2) the beauty of the equations is an acquired taste, caviar to the general, 3) your hopes & dreams resurfaced and refinished, 4) no sooner than I said it, it blew me off the truck, 5) the price is right, spin the wheel, 6) heads flavorfully sing but hollowly chew the tills, 7) find a new way to monetize journalists, 8) if Eskimos have N words for snow, X surely have Y words for Z.

Reasons to like Mel Gibson:

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