Do not panic. Do not adjust your set. Do not freak out, or set yourself on fire. Do not, under any circumstances whatsoever, coat your genitals in gold paint and dance suggestively for the old men in the park. Do not, and I mean it this time, do not stick a fork in your eye, or in anyone else’s eye for that matter.
The default templates should not scare you. Don’t let them put you off. Vicksburg is a very nice… er, city, or whatever it is, I’m quite sure. I’m just decrufting. It’s been a long time without a decruft, and I’ve accumulated quite a lot of it. It’s gotten into all the nooks and crannies. There are drifts of off-white cruft built up in the corners. I’m knee-deep in the stuff. It’s got to go.
It may take a while.
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Metablogging
Weird, i live in vicksburg.
WTF? I expect strangeness, but ever since Hunter died, your voice has been mute.
Sing, O’ Muse.
The searing image of being down and bootfucked remains with me today.
Well, crikey, Tim. I thought there were a coupla decent posts I’d banged up since then, at least.
*cries*
PS: If you want to buy some cruft, in bulk, I got it, cheap.
We got acres of cruft down at Al’s Used Cruft Warehouse!
Mmmm, sweet default goodness.
Sid & Marty Cruft, right?