Only the fanciest and the schmanciest live here. Nobody we know.
True story . . . I crewed on a 98 foot ketch called Astral for several months in 1983. Deep water sailing, Norfolk to Bermuda to Halifax anf back.
I didn’t know what it meant then, nor now. But it sure sounds fancy.
Lost sailors . . .
Whoa . . . . I apparently have passed through some portal and followed a hippy back to the original location . . . . . . . Which has new posts. This is straight up time sheath nonsense isn’t it? Well screw that, I am going back to the second location. Right now. Soon as I can find a door. Or a link. Hmmm. Trapdoor maybe. Or transporter pad. Hmmm. Maybe over here Hello?? Hello?? HELLOOOOOOO . . . .
Helloooo!?? Helllooooo???! Is there anybody out there?? Goddamn hippies and their multiple locations, realities and time lines. There’s probably something awesome like Thoughts on AC/DC going on at the other place, and I am stuck here with this sack of badgers and the Cherry Amp (designed by Gary Cherone to make Eddie’s guitar sound like “Hole Hearted” during VH3 era) and Vince. Shit!! There’s got to be some way out of here . . . Somewhere . . . Hellloooo??? Hey?? Hey hey?? . . .
I don’t know how the mobile wordpress app works–more like I wasn’t paying attention–and posted a few things to the old site.
Then I was going to fix it, but didn’t; I was hoping no one would notice.
Thank you for noticing.
Whoa . . . Who the hell was that? Hello? Hellloooo??? Vince? Was that you? Goddammit, put down the badgers! Suicide by English ground raccoon is not a thing!! And damn . . . That’s some shitty sounding guitar, Van Gary. Really shitty. Just stop. Now. Damn. And help me find a trap door before the Phantom voice comes back again. That was freakin’ creepy . . . Disembodied soul sheath magic and whatnot . . . Helllllooooooooo???
So tired . . . . . . . . So lonely . . . . . . . . . So cold . . . . . . . . . . . …. . . . . . . . . Empty. . . .. . . .lost. . . .. . . ..hELP . … .. . . ……..hp meh……. . . . .. .. . plep. . . . . .. .
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