tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post8298700084752822343..comments2023-05-23T07:09:38.544-05:00Comments on Fascist Dyke Motors: The Thing in the TreeKatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14044608857535811777noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-66954291904472519432014-11-20T09:55:04.316-06:002014-11-20T09:55:04.316-06:00Thank you, yellow! It takes me more time than I...Thank you, yellow! It takes me more time than I'll ever admit...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-57663388192331578042014-11-20T09:44:56.551-06:002014-11-20T09:44:56.551-06:00You do good work.You do good work.the yellow fringehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00003652058436636394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-38689630042311739422014-11-02T11:47:08.965-06:002014-11-02T11:47:08.965-06:00Or it could have been the wind. I read these blog ...Or it could have been the wind. I read these blog posts and realize what a terribly unreliable narrator my writing has... And it sucks, because the narrator happens to be me. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-65523830083406169862014-11-02T02:25:15.228-06:002014-11-02T02:25:15.228-06:00Sounds like the Predator from the movies. In a goo...Sounds like the Predator from the movies. In a good mood. Maybe it was a Predator psychiatrist.Bill the Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08436195659154078021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-43595693687322368632014-10-31T19:34:45.819-05:002014-10-31T19:34:45.819-05:00I read something full of wisdom today:
"I ...I read something full of wisdom today: <br /><br />"I have been extremely polite and patient with you while you continue to spout accusations and insults.<br /><br />You asked me for an example, I gave you one, along with all the information you asked for.<br /><br />I hope that when you sober up, you might be less angry and see things more clearly."<br /><br /><br />BTW, don't go out tonight, because people can not tell the difference between you and the Devil. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-74623281425529954552014-10-31T07:51:03.025-05:002014-10-31T07:51:03.025-05:00Oh,. I assumed you'd been locked in a dungeon ...Oh,. I assumed you'd been locked in a dungeon somewhere during the first half of this week, unable to get to a computer. I also assume your jailers had been talking about this post among themselves, but, again, you were chained to a wall. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-74672443668150243162014-10-30T12:55:36.320-05:002014-10-30T12:55:36.320-05:00Whee! *claps hands excitedly*
Wait, are you tryin...Whee! *claps hands excitedly*<br /><br />Wait, are you trying to say it should take me less than a week to read and comment on it? Alexhttp://www.apperceptionism.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-64120119241262178072014-10-30T08:16:10.049-05:002014-10-30T08:16:10.049-05:00I think I'd prefer NOT to get a response anywa...I think I'd prefer NOT to get a response anyway, especially if it turns out to be leprechauns. What the hell has a leprechaun ever done with its life, anyway?<br /><br />(Incidentally, Alex, you might well be the only person who is going to appreciate my next blog post.)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-51036479428314941632014-10-30T00:17:40.061-05:002014-10-30T00:17:40.061-05:00I have heard reports of leprechauns hanging out in...I have heard reports of leprechauns hanging out in trees, and I'm not sure they're all that interested in your confessions, but the odds seem pretty long. Alexhttp://www.apperceptionism.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-22247859382670234832014-10-29T12:16:01.278-05:002014-10-29T12:16:01.278-05:00This was definitely something sitting in the tree....This was definitely something sitting in the tree. It has to be for the purposes of my blog, because I already had one a couple years back where a tree threatened me, and I can't repeat myself.<br /><br />...or maybe I just have a lot of lingering issues with trees. <br /><br />Maybe it's because the guy who is about to become governor of my state lost his legs in a tree-related incident. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-77352561130709321322014-10-29T11:33:59.172-05:002014-10-29T11:33:59.172-05:00It's fall now and most the trees in my area ar...It's fall now and most the trees in my area are losing their leaves. I'm afraid that if I go talk to one of these trees it won't be able to hear me because it has no leaves. Workingdanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00431559781969929972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-65153439536714069422014-10-29T10:07:33.493-05:002014-10-29T10:07:33.493-05:00There is some sort of catharsis to saying things o...There is some sort of catharsis to saying things out loud. But I was raised catholic and have been in therapy before, and this has fewer negative side effects than confession or therapy, so far as I can tell. I mean, the highest risk is... falling branches, i assume. or the negligible chance that it could be a mountain lion or something up in the tree. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-16113236036320638992014-10-29T09:53:05.344-05:002014-10-29T09:53:05.344-05:00If you can't tell all of your hopes/dreams/fea...If you can't tell all of your hopes/dreams/fears/guilts to a tree, who can you tell it to? As a matter of fact, I'm going to go find my own tree right now. Alexhttp://www.apperceptionism.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-53776457036819716902014-10-28T23:53:40.544-05:002014-10-28T23:53:40.544-05:00Public Service Announcement:
My previous comment...Public Service Announcement: <br /><br />My previous comment above, at mere minutes ago, was heavily redacted by the author of this blog page, where she deleted two whole paragraphs of my words before publishing it, that were extremely relevant, informative, and comedic. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-4850901742246386092014-10-28T23:26:00.347-05:002014-10-28T23:26:00.347-05:00If there is smoke, there is fire; and don't yo...If there is smoke, there is fire; and don't you all wonder why she kept on posting the very revealing comments from me in recent weeks?<br /><br />So, @squatlo, when you have no fucking clue about what's going on in other people's lives, I advise you to shut the fuck up and go back to playing with your own dick. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-8625266559543594372014-10-28T17:12:02.084-05:002014-10-28T17:12:02.084-05:00It's s delicate balance, keeping the Things at...It's s delicate balance, keeping the Things at bay, I think. I'm glad someone is trying to keep everything in check, and I hope it's enough. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-84688937588136524432014-10-28T17:10:17.572-05:002014-10-28T17:10:17.572-05:00They can see right through me? How do they know?They can see right through me? How do they know?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-7596931998118534822014-10-28T17:09:27.007-05:002014-10-28T17:09:27.007-05:00Fortunately, the big people have left the hollow p...Fortunately, the big people have left the hollow part of the Hollow Earth more or less vacant, so there's still room for both of our civilizations...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-23682283726719542092014-10-28T14:25:28.461-05:002014-10-28T14:25:28.461-05:00There are few creatures in this world more judgmen...There are few creatures in this world more judgmental than a cat. ArgentLAnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-90260220121310043222014-10-28T14:23:25.521-05:002014-10-28T14:23:25.521-05:00There's a big, very old tree a block from here...There's a big, very old tree a block from here that kind of runs the neighborhood, but I can't say that I've ever tried to talk to it. Nonetheless, sometimes I get the feeling there are Things about, on the edges of roofs of buildings, watching. Sometimes, I think I almost hear them laughing -- not in a specifically malicious way, but not in a way that's exactly comforting, either. <br /><br />I might think I was imagining things, because that would make sense, but I'm not the only one who's sensed them around here. And in the past few weeks, I keep finding around my neighborhood places where someone has left what are obviously offerings. I walked by one about three weeks ago: three plates of food, still-burning candles, a bottle of champagne, some cigars. A few days after that, I saw another one about four blocks away. Since then, I've seen the remains of at least four others within the space of five or six blocks. I didn't have anything to do with it and I don't know who did, but I have to wonder if they saw the same Things I did and if the offerings are for them.ArgentLAnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-50452773404054118852014-10-28T11:36:20.308-05:002014-10-28T11:36:20.308-05:00Maybe the tree had some of the Little People that ...Maybe the tree had some of the Little People that we almost wiped out thousands of years ago!Matt Janovichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02700158612127533221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-24426711338832172082014-10-28T08:21:23.597-05:002014-10-28T08:21:23.597-05:00I always loved Jabberwocky. For plain old, balls-o...I always loved Jabberwocky. For plain old, balls-out mind-bending, I prefer James Joyce's "Finnegans Wake," but Jabberwocky is good stuff. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-55059352416680677422014-10-27T23:55:30.924-05:002014-10-27T23:55:30.924-05:00So rested she by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile...So rested she by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flameGOODSTUFFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07297008455232643250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-77224045774871194852014-10-27T10:20:21.957-05:002014-10-27T10:20:21.957-05:00Hi, Lady Lilith!
Yeah, I used to confess to my ca...Hi, Lady Lilith!<br /><br />Yeah, I used to confess to my cat, but then she started looking at me in a very judgmental way.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003982716885685057.post-59806521872355084952014-10-27T10:17:19.707-05:002014-10-27T10:17:19.707-05:00Nice. The old tree. A thing that cannot talk back ...Nice. The old tree. A thing that cannot talk back but only listen. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10304701332216772385noreply@blogger.com