there is a meeting: UPDATED
to repeat since I seem to have lost the gift of communication, the meeting is at 3 pm instead of 8
2009 is coming. Resolve to destroy.
god why does that picture of some guy on like a tiny garden tractor plowing make me so irrationally angry? what the fuck is wrong with me
Labels: events
posted by D-Bloc at
12:24 PM
5 Comments:
let's rearrange the library and then blame it on some poor unsuspecting bastard... as a matter of fact lets paint it a horrible shade of grey and see what happens.
WESTBANK!
WESTBANK!
I actually had a dream where I was behind the desk at the Rail-- sad to say, this is the kind of banal shit I dream about sometimes-- and someone came in really high and stood on a chair and pissed all over the 'zine library and the 'zine archivist saw it and I was like "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to let that happen, I only looked away for a moment" but the 'zine archivist began to tremble and claw at himself and then swelled and exploded screaming bubbling out of his own skin like something cooked in a microwave for too long, morphing up into a giant horrifying combination of stinging deadly tentacles and robot /rocket launcher/flamethrower parts and was like 25 feet tall.
I'm not coming to the meeting unless I can dress as a cop and ride my SHT transport with 20mm machine cannon.
that picture is awesome
I'm not coming to the meeting unless Tim dresses as a cop.
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