tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175329012270300612.post1992645477696146367..comments2023-04-09T10:02:39.543-04:00Comments on sinnersbleeders: Radha Ma Playin' Tex, and This Ent CoailUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175329012270300612.post-56118479067051863352010-04-26T17:19:33.895-04:002010-04-26T17:19:33.895-04:00hor d'ouevre!!!
I always wanted to eat desser...hor d'ouevre!!!<br /><br />I always wanted to eat dessert first, so...<br /><br />Our cat is clawing at my chair. "Pay attention to me."<br /><br />Okay, cat.s$shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10332235497811000409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175329012270300612.post-26548612779712532372010-04-26T16:34:15.388-04:002010-04-26T16:34:15.388-04:00Oh man, that last sentence really got me Matsy! &...Oh man, that last sentence really got me Matsy! "read the full interview here, or patrol the moon".<br /><br />When I clicked on the link there was no 'right or wrong' it just happened.<br /><br />I spontaneously started laughing. <br /><br />The only thing more right than the game would have been a steady live camera feed of the moon. Then I could patrol it with my mind, as defined:<br /><br />As something that "always calculates and manipulates." Oh wait, I think I already said "I don't know what mind is..." just before saying what it is...<br /><br />Phew! I just realized that time was backwards, and so I actually said those things in order, in a spontaneous order (hor d'ouevre)joelnoreply@blogger.com