i am not a number!
They are literally walling me in as I type this. I am beginning to suspect that last week’s incident was no accident. There is some Poe level entombment going on here, but I will make an effort to be brief as these may be the last words I am able to send out of this place.
Earlier this week after most of my coworkers had left for the day, I found myself involuntarily confined behind a malfunctioning electromagnetic lock in a small, underground, and seldom visited room in a remote corner of the ice cream factory. Fortunately, I was able to contact a coworker who was present when the lock was originally installed, and then trace the POE cable powering it to a switch which was fortuitously located in the very same room in which I was confined. In the end, I was only stuck for about twenty minutes, but it was a long twenty minutes.
Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps Please - Splodgenessabounds
also the queen gives good brain, the president wears tightie whities, another gin and tonic for the road beverly, you can pray to me riaz and i don’t care, i am not a number i am a poorly disguised robot, the man in the yellow hat is just waiting for his chance and finally happy friday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
king of a clandestine kingdom found under your floorboards
The raised floor designed to channel cables and cold air from place to place incites revolt in an immature part of me. He still believes that he will find the secret tunnel that goes from here to another place. He is ready to explore, ramble, and dig right now.
I Got You Babe - Sonny & Cher
…and don’t forget your booties ‘cause it’s cold out there today.
It’s cold out there everyday.
and also happy groundhog day imaginary constructs -mumblelard
gratuitous picture of mumblelard’s commuting demeanor
Intense yet blank, eight hours a week, one thousand two hundred miles a month.
fulton county jail…from the outside
x marks the spot where i recognized my wrong turn and began to wonder if i would ever see the outside world again
manuscripts don’t burn
Despite a backlog of previously acquired and still undocumented thrift store used book scores, this copy of The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov demanded immediate attention. Attempts to check this out from the local library have revealed that all cataloged copies have been misplaced in a variety of appropriately hellish bureaucratic ways. I haven’t read The Master and Margerita in more than ten years. This is the first English translation, and I know that it has its critics, but this is the translation that I read previously, and I am excited to read it again.
(gorgeous cover illustration by Robert Goldstrom)
be seeing you
the escape
(image via Escape from New York)
I Wonder Why the Wonderfalls - Andy Partridge
We teeter along on our tightrope
Some of us trip and damage our heads
Poppin’ pills is really stupefying
Get you crawling when you could be flying
All my life I guess I’ll be dying
Just to know…
I love this show; the opening episode grabbed me with this Andy Partridge theme song and the damaged Mold-A-Rama lion that reminded me of days at the Jacksonville Zoo with my Grandfather. The animal Muses that push and pull Jaye, giving orders without explanation, are an amusing depiction of the forces that pinball through our lives. I would love to see the darker second season with Jaye in the asylum, no longer struggling to defy the voices.
it’s got me laughing now it’s got me crying and also happy friday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
(mp3 via Jossie is a Hottie)
Tomorrow Never Knows - Junior Parker
can you see the difference it’s longer on this side and also happy wednesday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
(via Children of Men)
