twitter { But it's never Colonel Mustard with the Candlestick in the Library. I suggest that harlot, Miss Scarlett with the Dagger in the Ballroom. }Food. Monsters. Higgledy-piggledy.
I was walking along Queen Street West in T.O. when I spotted the world's BEST pound for pound fighter inside a shop window. Manny Pacquiao, looking as pretty ugly as ever, clad in a red hoodie underneath his $100 Nike Sportswear N98 Track Jacket. The fact that I was wearing my fave old worn-out Gap red hoodie, looking as ugly poor as ever, at the time was purely coincidental. LOL. (Quickie post shorter than "King Rides By" song by Cat Power.)
Bee-eye-ell-ell-eye-ee-aitch-oh-ell-eye-dee-ay-why. Billie Holiday. Breakfast. So, what's this twisty post really about? I'm not sure... Stick around and maybe you'll figure it out before I do.
To ponder, to weigh. Excess. Moderation. Or excess in moderation. You know when they say too much of anything (bad or good) is bad? Brought on by looping this song too many times:
READY ?
JUMP ...
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