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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I know a couple of you have been feeling stuck recently. So, a little premature I know but I'm going to be starting an event in NYC for anyone who can be there and wishes to take part.
This is the 'some people deal with the bad buy some people save lives' type of thing. If you want to be involved but don't wanna get into fighting collabs.
My iris post will be finished soon, in it I'm going to conclude the Trask system problems since nobody has really bitten that.
Green Arrow, Jack Hawksmoor, The Punisher, The Question, and Silk are off the roster. They're the only ones I never heard back from. They can be re-applied for but as of right now, they're considered up for grabs.
I went ahead and removed myself as Hulk, too, if anyone wants him. Superman I'm still going to attempt a return with, but I won't contest any applications for him either.
If God (of the cities) has no power here, what hope is there for the rest of us...
I'm hoping to get it finished tomorrow, but I don't know what I'm doing so don't know what time I'm gonna have. Monday evening by the latest, as I'm off on Monday.
How is everyone doing? It's quiet in here now.
My kid was sick last week and I have just started night shifts, so I'm about to have some free time.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>