I am missing out on cool shit every day,
and I am determined to change that.
Now I gotta go watch some Church Of What’s Happening Now, with my Uncle Joey, and his Jewish little brother, Lee Syatt. Time to hit the indica strains before eleven, because Nurse Ratchett doesn’t come in with the meds until 2 p.m. …
Oh,
found new favorite show. From one single clip, found the whole episode, am helplessly, hopelessly hooked on …
… wait for it …
Oh, fuck.
I blinked,
and roughly half of the idols of my youth had died.
And what sucks is that we NOW know we will be able to live pain-free,
mobile, and trippin’ our balls off waaay into our nineties,
maybe even longer with replacement parts.
But,
when The Head Recycler says ‘it’s time to go; be a field of corn, or an octopus, or a moonbeam of reflected sunshine,’
it’s ‘love ya, see ya down the road, catch ya on the flip side …’
Update:
This morning I was sedated, placed in a horizontal position of restivity,
and injected with tigers’ blood and Adonis DNA
… sleeping now …
—robbie edmonds
Flommist Robbie Edmonds would love to sit down with you and discuss his theories of mind-swapping and time travel, but it appears as if he, as his cat, just left to stop himself from doing so … AGAIN! Copyright © 2017 Robbie Edmonds.
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