Friday, August 29, 2014

Jesse didn't want to surf the Stupid Pier, and who can blame her?

But she's in the contest (gotta bring home the bacon, right?) and needed to clock a little time in the rubbish she'll be getting judged upon her skill at dealing with.

So ok, so we'll go surf the Stupid Pier for the Stupid Contest.

Blasphemers that we are.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Against a backdrop of coerced labor, brought to the scene of the crime against their will, forced to pick cotton beneath a blazing sun, wanting nothing so much as to be released, to be freed, to fly upon the wings of liberty to a land far far away, even as sleepwalkers, oblivious to the blatant externalities of it all, nevermind the hidden meanings within, lied supine upon the sand and jockeyed for position in the gutless mush.

Ah well, so it must be.