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I'm off to enjoy the fireworks tonight. My best friend and I are going to head out looking damn cute. The hope is to make her feel better about a recent ex. I realized today that I have never kissed anyone under the Fourth's fireworks. Kind of depressing. I've always thought that would be romantic. You know, like the cheesy shit you see on television in some low-plot teenager trap of a show. Oh well, not exactly a life imperative. I love the fireworks though. A bit of a pyro, I am. Nothing like the beauty of explosives. Good stuff. |
jesus. it's not something everyone can see. you don't need to wait for the 4th. i always wondered if 7/4 pisses off the brits. |
pyrotechnics...whoooooooo! tried to shoot groundblooms over the house with a five gallon bucket of water...i don't wait long enough. i still have a plastic shopping bag full of groundblooms, smokebombs, lightning flashers, sparklers and piccolo petes. hehheh. hehheh. hehheh. cool. |
i wonder if that annoys them. dammit nate its 4/7. day. month. year. |
reservation this year called "Crazy Bomb" for $10. Big heavy box. It's described as "1 1/2" Full Red Cracker". It might be an insult. I don't know. The box is fun. Big, fiery, poorly-drawn explosions send the little solier sillouettes flying through the air in agonizing positions. They were, indeed, crazy bombs. Definately a "do not hold in hand". Reservation fireworks are the best. Apparissus came back from Japan yesterday too. I don't think he'll run out of stories for a long, long time. |
furthermore, to the bulk of the populous of the most powerful country on earth, you're an australian. suck it up, buttercup. |
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the fireworks box, i mean. |
I'll do that tonight. There were still some left. |
explosions! i need to buy more fireworks while they're on sale........ |
I love Roman Candles. |
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of course, we'd wipe everyone else off with it, but WE WOULD WIN. |
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if you were lucky enough to catch CNN during the gulf "war" you would have seen how well we learned our lesson. make sure you spin the war well on TV. and the second lesson, demonstrated in the balkans? it's better to bomb the fuck out of civilians than to put US ground troops into guerilla situations. we are the most powerful nation on earth. and dubya is the most powerful puppet head on earth. and there is nothing you can say that will change this. |
General Fun! General Fun! I know we can count on you, General Fun! Or at least we can count on your fingers, General Fun! General Fun is the most powerful hand puppet on earth! General Fun! |
thankyou for shattering the illusions of a little girl. bastard |
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Full moon and high tides....and yes, i sat there with a half warm beer in my hand and perma grin slapped on my face...while burning toast legs on the beach. its all largescale wholesale nurseries there. luscious greens all around. i only fell once scaling the cliff. nearly broke my foot tossing a ball around. damn petroleum rocks. russell told of us when dave brubeck used to play for his high school every year. russell IS California. a modest farmer, jazz lover, cook out eater, wine drinker and the mellowest cat i've ever known. you should visit the beach, take mushrooms and watch the seals. then stay up all night, out in the yard, and get a moon tan, make your tent a disco...and climb fences to the field next door to watch the fireworks echo off the mountains, 5 second delayed bombs. i did think for about 30 seconds if this is what war sounds like from 2 miles away. BRIGHT...BOOM.....BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT...BOOM BOOM BOOM...BOOM. i nearly broke my foot and subsequently threw my fucking knee out. today i hobble. the swelling has gone down but it still aches. shit like this alays happens to me...on outings like this. and then, i aquire pitiful nick names...this time it was "gimpy foot". its good i have a sense of humor, as im often the brunt of jokes...in times like this. or is it, i just let them think they have the upper hand, and play the "Norton" role. Today im home, Im burned to a crisp despite excessive lotion, my calves hurt from the repeatative steep climbs and ive got a gimpy foot. tonight i have to photograph a gallery opening, and i dont want to...but it will be a credit in Juxtapoz magazine. man im tired. |
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black eyeliner and red red lips. red stiletto heels. |
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